wickedly beautiful

Azalea · 12-16-2010, 01:03 PM

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It was beneath as large oak that she had situated herself, though Azalea had no appreciation for the serene beauty of the Dampwoods. The litter of pine needles formed a makeshift blanket beneath her, while the young girl had her notebook cracked open in her lap. She had not brought much with her, though there were two other notebooks tossed to the side, accompanied by collected pens and pencils. Gold gaze was focused intently on the pages, and her right hand moved across the paper. She took her work seriously, and so she had left behind the lands of her pack so she could find silent refuge. For now, she didn’t have much information to write down about the other packs, but she had begun to construct a map of the surrounding area. Should a need for war ever arrive, Azalea would be certain Anathema be prepared. They would not lose a fight for lack of planning and information, the girl would see to that.

For the moment, Azalea dropped her pencil and lifted her head, gold gaze scanning the area around her. She let her fingers find the top of her head, where her hair was most always secured into a bun; only two strands of hair too short to reach were left to frame her face on either side. And yet, the girl pulled at the fastening and let her onyx hair fall unfettered like a dark curtain over her shoulders, the longest of its length reaching halfway down her back. One last scan of the area revealing that she was still alone, and Azalea looked back to the notes she had already scribbled down.

China Rose Lykoi · 12-16-2010, 07:11 PM

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ooc: Azalea makes me think of Azula from The Last Airbender. totally awesome <3
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It had been a while since she'd left the rather gruesome line of skulls that marked the border of her new home behind. China reflected on them as she walked, her strikingly attractive face screwed up rather unflatteringly at the concept of such bloodshed and gore. They really weren't making a peaceful impression on the rest of the Earth Mother's darling children, even those of whom had lost the way of Peace and Love and become wolves. Perhaps if she asked their Alpha, Gabriel, he might consider taking them down and putting up something a little more... Inviting. Flowery wreaths perhaps.

Allowing the thought to take form, the slim 'yote girl wandered relatively aimlessly, allowing her feet to choose a path at random. Her keen sense of smell would always lead her back home, but for now she was in a slight state of energy-fueled boredom. Her fingers itches for a joint, but without her sisters to provide, China's cravings would have to wait.

After a while, she noted an unfamiliar scent. It was strongly feminine, and somewhat alluring. Curiosity piqued, the girl waltzed off in the direction of the smell. She fantasized about it's owner - Perhaps, another waylaid soul who cared to join Inferni?! No, no, that was a wolven scent. She would have to be careful, then, because even the lovechild knew that tensions remained high between her kind and the others. China may have been peaceful to fault, but she was in no way stupid, and the thought of confrontation was almost enough to have her abandon the trail. But her innate lust for adventure won out, and so it was that the forest nymph came across the wolfess.

She was seated beneath the sprawling limbs of a giant shady oak - A very inviting tree. Its spirit must be very old, and very wise. Deviant blue eyes, sparkling with hues of merry Lapis Lazuli, trailed over the girl those wise boughs sheltered. She was very pretty, China decided, even though she had an air of strictness about her. But she appeared to be drawing, and that was wonderful, because artistic talent signaled at a creative spirit. Her sister Sage could draw the most wonderful and fantastical things - Now China simply HAD to meet this girl!

"Say, love, whatcha drawin'?" Dreamy but excitable voice seemed to come from nowhere, as with the delightful soundlessness of her breed, China melted from out of the foliage to stand before the quite lovely ebony lady. Her hair looked so soft, her pelt so silky! Smiling prettily, the mottled silver, grey and tan hippie waited for her polite reply.

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Azalea · 12-16-2010, 07:56 PM

YESSS! That's who she's modeled after. Big Grin

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Unfortunately for China, polite would not be the kind of response she’d be receiving. Azalea was adding a few more notes to the ones she had already written, simply crossing out ideas she found no longer useful or corrected by some later thought. In her quest for perfection, her smattering of ideas was written in organized lists and paragraphs, as if she were writing a novel and not plotting out a map. Though she had only let her golden gaze fall to the book for a mere moment, that was all the time the coyote girl seemed to need. Her voice was the first thing to alert Azalea to her presence, and her scent came looming in after. As vibrant eyes watched her, cold despite their warm color, the young wolf found herself cursing her fault in not detecting the coyote sooner.

"I’m not drawing anything," came her smooth response, her words flowing from her mouth like water in a creek. And yet, this was somewhat a lie, for on the previous page were the beginnings of her map of Anathema. Her golden gaze studied the coyote girl then, noting the cool blue of her gaze that somehow sat in perfect harmony amongst the red of her partial mask and the mottled grey fur. Had she had appreciation for these things, she would have noticed that the other girl was rather attractive. But in Azalea’s world, none of that mattered.

She could have easily dispatched the coyote then, but the new Rakeeb figured it would be worth her while to try and extract some information first. Especially since the girl seemed so willing to be there (for now, at least).

"Who are you anyways?" The tone coloring her words clearly reflecting Zale’s only partial interest.

China Rose Lykoi · 12-16-2010, 08:23 PM

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ooc: in that case, China is probably a mixture of Ty Lee aaaand... the Cheshire cat? SHE JUST APPEARS PLACES.
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When those golden eyes flitted up to her, China's smile grew brighter, her own sparkling blue keenly observing the dark girl before her. Oooo, she looked so serious, so purposeful! That was really very intriguing to the girl who's life entailed trains of thought shorter than her close-cropped hair. Fluffy plume wagged slightly behind her slender, lithe form, as the pretty young Lykoi waited for a greeting.

She didn't get one, but that was okay too. Not everybody had been taught to be as kind and loving as they should, and China accepted that graciously. It was not the girl's fault that she had not been raised to admire the peace of the Earth Mother, and find the happiness therein. Maybe China might be able to teach it to her eventually, once she sussed out just what kind of curious individual the ebony lady was.

At her words, the silvery girl looked slightly confused. Her bewitching gaze made an obvious circuit of the scattered drawing utensils, the papers with strange scratchy markings in them, and then back to the delightfully intense golden eyes of the stranger. One slender brow rose in question, but the ebony wolfess either didn't see it, or didn't care to answer to China's curiosity.

To her blunt question, the Lykoi girl's smile returned, her small ivory teeth shining sharply. A decidedly mischievous look embedded itself in Lapis Lazuli. "A child of the Earthmother, honey. My name is China Rose, but you can just call me China." So the girl wanted information, did she? Two could play at this game. Allowing her large, elegant ears to tilt submissively down to show herself as no threat, China approached the reclining beauty. "Do you mind if I have a look? My sister is really quite good at drawing, you know." Without waiting for a reply, the young Inferni princess moved to sit opposite the ink-pelted girl on the pine carpet, tucking her long legs to the side so that she could snatch up one of the discarded notebooks. Her brows furrowed as she saw more of the strange little symbols. "These are pretty bad drawings, love."

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Azalea · 12-21-2010, 03:48 PM

Haha, awww. Now I feel bad if I have Zale being mean to her. XD
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This coyote sure did have a strange way of talking, and seemed far too weightless. Everything about her was happy and light – the way she moved with flowing grace, the gentle tone of her voice, the soft harmony of colors in her pelt, the way her words flowed from her mouth. Azalea was rigid and to the point, vastly opposite from the young Lykoi. Golden eyes studied China, trying to decipher what influence or power the coyote might hold. If she were to prove useful to Azalea, she’d try to keep her in good terms. If she was just an extraneous being, then Azalea would easily discard her. For now, she was unsure. The girl’s demeanor put the coal colored girl at unease, much like most casual encounters with peers of her own age.

While fingers of one hand remained curled around her writing utensil, the other held the notebook in her lap. She didn’t have a chance to respond to China, before she had moved to sit near Zale and had swept up another of her notebooks. Normally, she would have prevented anyone else from touching her things, but she had been stunned from any action. After a slight hesitation, though, Azalea’s coldness worked its way back into her frame. The strange numbing sensation she had felt for just a moment had melted away. "I told you, they’re not drawings," she snapped, reaching out to angrily snatch the notebook from China’s grasp.

Mostly, she was annoyed that China had called the content of her notebooks bad, even if it was obvious the coyote didn’t understand them. They were anything but bad, and Azalea resented the girl’s judgment. After all, Zale was a perfectionist. She was not allowed to create anything deemed bad. Beneath the cool black of her fur, heat flared and the prickling along the back of her neck signaled the rising of hackles. "And good for your sister," she added as an afterthought, her voice much softer then. She looked down to the pages of the notebook she had reclaimed, and assured herself that her meticulous paragraphs and lists were just fine. In fact, they were perfect.

China Rose Lykoi · 12-22-2010, 02:04 AM

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ooc: that was my plan ALL ALONG >8)
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The notebook, once held delicately between slender fingers, was suddenly gone. China blinked, her slanted eggshell-blue eyes lifting up innocently to the notebook's owner. With a lackadaisical roll of movement, she shifted to lie on her flat belly, legs waving absently in the air as nymph-like head rested on upturned palms. The intriguing gaze remained fixed on the ebony stranger as she spoke. So strange was this girl, that China's insatiable curiosity had pulled from itself the need to befriend her, immediately if possible. She craved to know what it was exactly that made the ink-pelted girl so... So... So, unlike China. Un-China. Anti-China. A slight smile curved about delicate maw.

"You seem awful stressed, love. That's not healthy, you know. You haven't told me your name yet, either," She said in the lyrical voice of choice, head tilting slightly in question. The Lykoi princess hadn't meant to insult her by calling her drawings bad, but she called a spade a spade, and Sage was really good at drawing. Besides, it was never a good thing to get into the habit of lying. Regardless to the value of her honesty, the other girl was now scrutinizing her own work as though looking for artistic redemption. China sighed heavily. "You know, I bet if you practiced, you would get really good at it. You seem to have that sort of drive, hun? I mean, it took me forever to make real music with my pipe," She'd gone off on a tangent, and pulling her mind back to those piercing gold eyes, China felt again that delightful pull of attraction. With sudden grace, she shifted to a cross-legged sit once more - Seemingly unable to remain still.

"Could I give you a massage?" The question was abrupt, but China's thick lashes blinked innocently, "Might ease some of that anger you've got all built up. It'd make you think clearer after, too," Then, distracted by another rogue thought she paused, pursed her maw thoughtfully, "Or perhaps you could try standing on your head. I do it sometimes, and it fixes the 'thinking clearer' thing, for sure."

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Azalea · 01-03-2011, 12:08 AM

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Now that her notebook had been reclaimed, Azalea peered to the strange coyote with an apparent distaste written in her features, her mouth curled slightly at the corners and her nose accented by winkles. Despite the fact that Azalea was indeed a somewhat pretty adolescent, her negative expression drew some wickedness to her appearance. This girl at her side, this China, was so completely opposite of her. She turned to lie on her stomach, hind legs waving precariously in the air. Despite Azalea’s cold words and obvious lack of enthusiasm, the girl had not seemed to be swayed any. Why wouldn’t she just get the hit and leave Azalea alone?

Stressed? The two rows of teeth fell away from each other, leaving Azalea’s muzzle slightly parted in disbelief. Stressed? What did this girl know about Azalea at all? "I’m not stressed," she declared in response, but it seemed as if China had more to say on the subject. This girl seemed to be a regular chatterbox. Azalea was starting to see how this situation could become old quick. "It’s Azalea, miss China Rose," her voice ringing with a mocking singsong tone as she said her counterpart’s name. Her golden gaze left the harmony of colors China provided, and sought the notes written in the notebook she held in her lap. Could the coyote girl not read her words? She just didn’t understand how she thought her notes were drawings. Or how they qualified as bad. Her features sharpened at the sound of China’s voice, preparing for whatever criticism the girl might bring next.

And yet, none came. Despite the fact that Azalea was radiating oodles of amounts of negative energy, the girl did not seemed swayed at all. She was fighting back with her own positive vibes. Even though they had been on neutral ground for awhile, it seemed as if the positive was starting to overpower the negative. Azalea would take the compliment (though fight the urge to display her satisfaction in the form of a slight smile) even if it was not intended as one. She did like to think she was motivated to get what she wanted.

The girl twisted her petite frame until she had her legs curled up beneath her once more. Though Azalea herself had a lithe frame, she could never move with the same simple grace as China. She watched in silent amazement, but did not dwell too long on the thought. After all, Azalea was a perfectionist. She did not want to think about those things that would be impossible for her to master. Instead, her golden eyes flicked to the Lapis Lazuli gaze of the other when the girl spoke up again.

Was this girl serious? "No, I’m fine," she declared, trying her best to let her voice carry a tone of finality. The idea of this girl touching her was not something Azalea found appealing, and standing on her head was just foolish. This girl was completely odd, and the coal colored Rakeeb wasn’t quite sure what to do in her presence. One thing was for sure, China sure did throw Azalea off. "I don’t have time for games," but couldn’t think of any other excuses to get China to back off. The uneasiness of being around her peers was starting to creep up on her. Azalea was suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

China Rose Lykoi · 01-03-2011, 12:49 AM

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There was something about Azalea's expression that made the slim girl pause. She had an eye for noticing small things about an individual, and there was definitely a lingering glint of wickedness in those delightfully fiery golden eyes. If Azalea was electricity, then China was receptive to a tee - She only barely managed to repress the delighted shiver that wished to ripple through lithe frame. The inky girl was in possession of something China herself would never manage to control; self empowerment. A drive, a hunger, for something out of grasp. It was potently exciting, deliciously intoxicating. The Lykoi princess had never before met someone so gravitational.

Her denial of stress was waved away with one hand. She would have elaborated further, but was instead interrupted by - Why, was that a mockery of her voice? Startled cerulean blues widened, blinking innocently a moment, before a joyous laugh spilled out from her center. The merry sound resounded through the quiet glade, mirth patented prettily by the coyote's sylphie features. Giggles, unstoppable, were clutched in by slender hands wrapped about a willow-thin waist as China rocked back, her peal of laughter still chiming in the air. "That was... That was great! You are very funny, Azalea!" She offered at last, gasping slightly. Words were thick with an admiring adoration, as though she had finally come to the conclusion that yes, the ink-pelted ink-hearted beauty was indeed a comedic genius, also.

The gleeful expression switched with comical swiftness to one of disappointment as her offer was firmly turned down. "Aww..." A slight pout drew over pixie features, the girl leaping to a stand even as her cornflower blue eyes sparkled deviously. Azalea didn't know what she was missing! What was someone of her obvious importance doing sitting around drawing, anyway? "Are you sure? I could show you how to do it, anyway!" Without waiting for a reply, the willow-whip girl offered her commanding companion a sunny smile, before dancing a few steps backwards. The sunlight played over her silvery pelt as tan hands were lifted high above pretty head, a look of charming concentration stealing across delicate features. In one fluid movement, she had twisted forward onto her hands, and was now upside-down. Short-cropped hair hung up against long coyote ears, the straight fringe removed from pretty face. An upside-down smile greeted Azalea. "See? It's good fun!" With dexterous precision, she walked a few steps on her hands, before tipping around into a smooth cartwheel.

Once again the right-way-up, China rested her hands on her denim-clad hips, the short skirt flouncing slightly with the movement. "So, what do you do for fun instead?"

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OOC Ending: The two chat for a little while longer, before Azalea is a grump and decides to head back to Anathema.

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