04-07-2009, 09:35 PM
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For a while the two creatures, on the verge of being pushed beyond the precipice of mere posturing and into the realm of battle, stared each other down, the male intent on chasing her off with the female intent upon extracting the end of her diplomacy. But the warrior increasingly began to realize that such diplomacy was not so lupine what they were now engaged with, and she was becoming increasingly less concerned with it than with the male before her. Yet, the male did not attack her yet, even when she did not leave. But it was not as if he were acknowledging her request either. But the black fae’s snarl fell silent as her hackles fell upon her nape and shoulders, but her stance was not lessened, nor did she move. She watched silently, her head and not simply her eyes, following the male as he moved about, making his marks upon the trees and clearly establishing for her the boundaries of her efforts. A soft growl murmured in her throat.
The female looked up at the male as he completed his rounds, expecting him to continue with her. But, to her surprise and dismay, he simply turned away, crossing that invisible barrier. And the female was left where she was standing, alone and unheeded. This did not please her. While she had not expected the male to be completely compliant, she expected him to have respected her presence. But he had not, did not, and he had left her standing there. And despite her need to pursue him, she could not cross that line, would not cross it, for she knew what it would mean if such a thing were to be done, especially with the clear-eyed brute’s prominence within Brennt’s mind. This line was a sacred thing, and when she had not pursued it before, she had let the male know that she would not violate this silent truce. But, at the same time, the Adonis of Dahlia de Mai would not let him go.
The paws of the female carried her to the edge of that newly marked territory, and she let lose a loud snarl that echoed in the silence. It was characteristic of females to demand as they did and to think differently than males. And the woad warrior could not be less than what she was. The snarls of the female were intermingled with several hoarse barks as she demanded his word, letting the yellow eyed creature know that she would not leave until some agreement or disagreement upon the matter was clearly established. She raised her head slightly as she took a step back, moving over slightly to a different spot along the boarder. If he would not respect her efforts, the female would move to different measures. But to be rid of her forever, he would have to kill her. She snarled again, her tail waving behind her with her aggravation as she paced. Even if he did not come now, she would be there later. The warrior was persistent in all that she did, regardless of the annoyance of another with her single-minded efforts.
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For a while the two creatures, on the verge of being pushed beyond the precipice of mere posturing and into the realm of battle, stared each other down, the male intent on chasing her off with the female intent upon extracting the end of her diplomacy. But the warrior increasingly began to realize that such diplomacy was not so lupine what they were now engaged with, and she was becoming increasingly less concerned with it than with the male before her. Yet, the male did not attack her yet, even when she did not leave. But it was not as if he were acknowledging her request either. But the black fae’s snarl fell silent as her hackles fell upon her nape and shoulders, but her stance was not lessened, nor did she move. She watched silently, her head and not simply her eyes, following the male as he moved about, making his marks upon the trees and clearly establishing for her the boundaries of her efforts. A soft growl murmured in her throat.
The female looked up at the male as he completed his rounds, expecting him to continue with her. But, to her surprise and dismay, he simply turned away, crossing that invisible barrier. And the female was left where she was standing, alone and unheeded. This did not please her. While she had not expected the male to be completely compliant, she expected him to have respected her presence. But he had not, did not, and he had left her standing there. And despite her need to pursue him, she could not cross that line, would not cross it, for she knew what it would mean if such a thing were to be done, especially with the clear-eyed brute’s prominence within Brennt’s mind. This line was a sacred thing, and when she had not pursued it before, she had let the male know that she would not violate this silent truce. But, at the same time, the Adonis of Dahlia de Mai would not let him go.
The paws of the female carried her to the edge of that newly marked territory, and she let lose a loud snarl that echoed in the silence. It was characteristic of females to demand as they did and to think differently than males. And the woad warrior could not be less than what she was. The snarls of the female were intermingled with several hoarse barks as she demanded his word, letting the yellow eyed creature know that she would not leave until some agreement or disagreement upon the matter was clearly established. She raised her head slightly as she took a step back, moving over slightly to a different spot along the boarder. If he would not respect her efforts, the female would move to different measures. But to be rid of her forever, he would have to kill her. She snarled again, her tail waving behind her with her aggravation as she paced. Even if he did not come now, she would be there later. The warrior was persistent in all that she did, regardless of the annoyance of another with her single-minded efforts.