dare to get closer

Lolita Monroe · 07-22-2010, 03:07 PM

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All welcome, one only please! Set at the Vineyard. ^^ Dated to tomorrow, the 23rd.

It was early afternoon by the time Lolita dragged herself back to her home in Dahlia de Mai, but she did not return to her tree for long. She dropped her bag on one of the branches, but that was that. Then, she had continued moving, intent on exploring more of the place she had called home for so long without truly becoming a part of it. Her destination was unknown to her, but as she reached the vineyard, the flamboyant woman knew that this was where she was meant to go today. Her night with Niro had put her in much better spirits than she had been in quite a long time, thankfully.

Her eyes widened at the sight. This was a place she had never been before, somewhere she had not seen. She lifted one pale, delicate hand, touching one of the large leaves on the vines. Though the vines only held leaves at that moment, Lolita wondered what else might grow on them, if anything. After a moment of wonder, she drifted further into the vineyard, coming across the main building beside the vineyard. There were other buildings in the area, but this one seemed like it had been the one most used for whatever the vines were used for. The scent was stale, no one obvious, so Lolita placed a hand on the doorknob, turning it slightly. "Hello?" she called, hoping that she was not about to intrude on someone's home. She wanted to go in now.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 08-07-2010, 11:14 AM

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Since the fire, Larkspur had been living as far away from the main section for fear of what could come. Fire was the only thing that scared him. It was an unfortunate fear, for he was forced to see and confront it often. That great fire had been the ghost of a memory he would not like to face again. Under his bulky form and fierce eyes, he was still a boy scarred and ruined by his own family. As much as he hated the Khalif, he carried on their teachings and ways—save the whole burning alive issue.

The vineyards had been his home for a while now, and he had taken up residence at a large house. This was mostly to keep himself isolated. A large yard had been fenced in by hand, and his horse wandered there freely. Larkspur had left not long ago and begun traveling inward. He had duties to the pack in order to live within the borders. A scent crossed his path and he turned to follow it. Not far ahead he found the source. It was a woman, small and thin, with a shock of red hair he was instantly drawn to. Larkspur, as it seemed, found red fur fascinating. He approached her from behind, white paws moving over the dark soil quietly. He lifted his ears at the sound of her voice. “Hello,” he replied, hoping it would not startle her too much.

Lolita Monroe · 08-11-2010, 03:55 PM

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Yay! =D I'm glad someone joined. :3

The approaching paws were not silent, as the woman was often the one to sneak up on others. Lolita was very quiet when moving herself, so perhaps that was why she was more in tune to the approaching male. Still, she turned sharply at the voice, her hand leaving the doorknob. The scent was heavily Dahlian, and while this particular house had smelled unoccupied, others did not. It was likely he lived in one of them. Lolita had not inspected all of the buildings here thoroughly, instead making a beeline for the vines themselves, looking at the house as an afterthought.

"Hello," she repeated, though this time the word was directed to hte male in front of her, rather than into the empty house now behind her. "I'm Lolita Monroe. I was just... looking around," she added, strangely lifeless jade eyes searching for some sign that she had intruded upon his space. The creamy dead woman hoped that this was notr the case; it would be a bad way to become acquainted with her pack mate for the first time.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 08-14-2010, 10:46 PM

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Larkspur lacked the size and grace to be silent. He always made noise, though he had become more aware of it as he hunted more and more. His size was his main advantage. This was why he did not fear violence from strangers, who often balked at the dark wolf’s appearance. Still, he feared simple things like fire. Yet that was not without reason and he would never be able to get past such a thing. In his dreams he could remember the heat and smell his own fur beginning to singe. Misery had saved his life that day, for as much as he had fought, there were simply too many. Yet her quiet, raspy voice had freed him.

This woman reminded him of her, if only because of her eyes and her fur. The red mane was unique, and he could not take his eyes off it. “Larkspur D’Angelo,” he replied. He did not move forward, unwilling to disrespect her space. This was something Misery had instilled in him; women often needed more space around men, finding them oafish. “Makes sense. I live this way, but from what I can tell there ain’t anyone livin’ here.”

Lolita Monroe · 09-01-2010, 03:29 PM

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eeee, sorry. Didn't see that you replied because I'm dense and haven't been on top of things lately. >_>

Lolita's eyes travelled over the dark male, noting the patches of white around his muzzle curiously, her eyes moving lower to settle on the strange markings on his forearms. She had no way of knowing what they meant, but they were very curious, indeed. His eyes were on her fiery hair, she guessed, as he was not looking directly at her face. Her flamboyant mane generally drew a lot of attention, as did the tattoo on her forehead, visible easily through the very short, thin, cream-colored fur that was there.

"Nice to meet you. If no one's living here, maybe I'll move in... I was cold last winter." There was no need for the explanation, but she felt it was necessary to say something about the vineyard house, regardless. "You have interesting markings," she added, the words coming out without her meaning to speak them. The Monroe woman lifted her hand to her mouth quickly, signifying that she had not actually meant to vocalize the thought. She hardly knew him from any other wolf, and she did not know how he would react to such a bold statement.

Larkspur D'Angelo · 09-19-2010, 04:45 PM

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It's okay, I suck. :[

The mark on her forehead did not keep his attention as much as her hair. Eris had bore a mark in the same area. Yet as she spoke, his eyes returned to her own. These were green and otherwise unremarkable. “Depends on where y’sleep,” he commented. His last winter had been spent in the Khalif. There it was always cold for the outcast, who was banished from traditional dens, banished from direct interaction with the mountain folk, banished from all of those things that would have given him comfort. Larkspur knew the cold well, though his coat was thick enough to fend it off. Sometimes he didn’t feel anything at all.

At her gesture, which he understood as one of regret, he smiled in a way that did not meet his eyes. He was used to people staring, which was in part why he had isolated himself so far away from the pack. “So I’ve been told,” he grunted, flicking one ear dismissively. “There ain’t no reason t’worry ‘bout it.”“Y’wanna go in?”

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