10-17-2009, 01:11 PM
[html]Why Hallo there! <3 Just as a note, I might not reply to your next post until later tonight- have to leave for work in about twenty minutes. |D
WC: 392, 2 pts
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Skinny snowball had continued her quiet trek, barely going more than a few meters into the AniWaya grounds. Near translucent orbs scanned and scanned, and finally, after a few minutes of seeing nothing, the four year old recovered from her crouched position, and stood a little more confidently. Okay, so far she hadn't been mauled. That was good right? Just as she went to take another step forward, a voice, distinctly male and hinting authority, reached ivory harks. The poor startled lady nearly jumped out of her skin, successfully leaping a decent height above the ground in surprise. Soft ears flicked forward, then flattened again as she-wolf was presented with an Optime sitting upon a horse. Curiousity filled her eyes as Ailbhe stared at the hoofed beast, rather amazed that one could ride something edible. Snapping back to reality, formerly focused gems sought the feather-adorned male above her.
"Oh! Ah, yes... I hope you can." She said, tail low one because this brute had an air of authority about him, and two because she was slightly terrified by the prospect of his horse stepping on her should she not seem worthy enough. What a painful way to go that would be. "I'm looking to... to join the AniWaya..." Nerves pricking up on her again, the snowy fae had a little trouble reorganizing her original thoughts. What was she going to say again? Oh! Right... she should probably give him her name, right? Right. Sure. Oh dear.
"M'name's Ailbhe Latis, ah... Sir." She mumbled, unsure of her own words. A sheepish smile crept over slim fairy maw, while crystalline gems looked up a tad timidly at the hopefully AniWayan authority. He was a handsome brute... probably a Red from his colors, and perhaps a soldier from his musculature... or perhaps something different, but accustomed to hard labor. Crafter? Judging by the horse he rode, perhaps a farmer? Or a Rancher? She had heard of wolves farming foods and keeping cattle, though such an idea seemed foreign. Sure, she lived in a human house before, but why raise your own food when it can raise itself? Too easy to get fat and lazy raising your own stock... if meat is immediately available upon walking down the street to the stables, no one has to really work for it, after all.
WC: 392, 2 pts
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Skinny snowball had continued her quiet trek, barely going more than a few meters into the AniWaya grounds. Near translucent orbs scanned and scanned, and finally, after a few minutes of seeing nothing, the four year old recovered from her crouched position, and stood a little more confidently. Okay, so far she hadn't been mauled. That was good right? Just as she went to take another step forward, a voice, distinctly male and hinting authority, reached ivory harks. The poor startled lady nearly jumped out of her skin, successfully leaping a decent height above the ground in surprise. Soft ears flicked forward, then flattened again as she-wolf was presented with an Optime sitting upon a horse. Curiousity filled her eyes as Ailbhe stared at the hoofed beast, rather amazed that one could ride something edible. Snapping back to reality, formerly focused gems sought the feather-adorned male above her.
"Oh! Ah, yes... I hope you can." She said, tail low one because this brute had an air of authority about him, and two because she was slightly terrified by the prospect of his horse stepping on her should she not seem worthy enough. What a painful way to go that would be. "I'm looking to... to join the AniWaya..." Nerves pricking up on her again, the snowy fae had a little trouble reorganizing her original thoughts. What was she going to say again? Oh! Right... she should probably give him her name, right? Right. Sure. Oh dear.
"M'name's Ailbhe Latis, ah... Sir." She mumbled, unsure of her own words. A sheepish smile crept over slim fairy maw, while crystalline gems looked up a tad timidly at the hopefully AniWayan authority. He was a handsome brute... probably a Red from his colors, and perhaps a soldier from his musculature... or perhaps something different, but accustomed to hard labor. Crafter? Judging by the horse he rode, perhaps a farmer? Or a Rancher? She had heard of wolves farming foods and keeping cattle, though such an idea seemed foreign. Sure, she lived in a human house before, but why raise your own food when it can raise itself? Too easy to get fat and lazy raising your own stock... if meat is immediately available upon walking down the street to the stables, no one has to really work for it, after all.