A Rose By Any Other Name

Skye Collins · 01-24-2011, 06:33 PM

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i decided this table could double as a romantic one! wc: 222

It was storming outside - these days, it normally did, but today worse than usual. The winds howled outside Skye's small yet quaint and comfortable house, and the snow was being thrown everywhere by the gusts. She had dragged Cheddar and Jack into her house after many complaints - and stubborness in the case of the horse. He had a very strong personality, but she was glad Liliana had traded him to her - she loved the old horse, even though he was sometimes rude and disrespectful to the wolf.

As for Cheddar, she was adorable and sweet. She had taken to Skye like no other animal had, and she found herself falling in a new kind of love - a cheesy, goaty sort of love. She took Cheddar everywhere she went, afraid that someone might steal her precious. Bangle could grumble and mumble all he wanted, but Skye loved that goat. She did, of course, love Bangle more, which was why she was snuggling in bed with him at that very moment.

Bangle's house was wooden, and even though it had that protective tree, she didn't trust it to hold the coywolf safe and sound, so she had dragged him over to her safer, stone house to spend the short storm. It would blow over soon, but Skye enjoyed Bangle's company.

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Bangle Guffawri · 01-29-2011, 02:50 PM

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+5. I think this is the only table Bangle has that's.. calmer. XD

The wind howled and beat snow furiously on the window panes, but the coywolf was surrounded by walls that were much sturdier than his own. The wood normally joined in on the chorus of wind howling, and found cold drifts wafting inside where they weren't welcome. But Bangle was glad to be out of the storm when he could, when he decided staying at Skye's house a much better option. With Cheddar now at her house, the tradesman was able to carry a lighter load as he made the awful trek to her place not long ago, nearly up to his mid-thigh in snow.

Though the stinging snow and frost that clung to his decorated fur had disappeared, replaced by the warm glow of the small fireplace, and of the moving fire that lay beside him. Her arms wrapped around his waist, having found themselves on her bed when he jokingly jumped onto it, demanding warmth. Like always, the coywolf got what he wanted, as he stroked the fire red hair that spilled onto his chest. Fingers idly caressed his mate's head, orange mingling with the red and gray fur of his fingers. His mind, blocking away the cold, harsh weather that blew outside, was now focusing on this moment, and the events that led up to it.

Bangle convinced himself that this was the right decision, and being here in this moment was one of the good reasons. No longer did the traveler have to wait until spring before he sprung, he would stay right there, with this female beside him. Though no matter what way the coywolf looked at it, eyes that mimicked the fire's glow still glazed over with a sense of 'what if?'. What if he had gone without her, leaving everything behind? What if she had moved on, as he would have? Presently, the coywolf shook his dreadlock draped head. Perhaps not all was lost - he could still travel.. and possibly take her with him. His famous, toothy grin that often got him in trouble snaked across his face, thinking about all of these possibilities. Maybe, just maybe, it was a win-win situation.

But he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, as he looked back down onto the hair that spilled across his shoulders and chest, slow and steady breathing from the female's white chest. A distant neigh sounded from Jack, the horse that Bangle was told was given to Skye, followed by Cheddar's well-known bleating. Bat-like ears heard the clip clop-ing of the female goats hooves, who then entered into the room that the pair was in. Another soft bleating came from the goat's muzzle, and Bangle stared hard at it, wishing the creature, like the weather outside, would disappear.

However, the goat reminded him of Sky, and of the goat she pawned off him. His grin turned into a small scowl when he thought of that awful trade, and how his new mate was suddenly thrown into it all. Damn, what a way to mess a deal up. It wasn't all for naught, though, as he found his trade of Cheddar's food-making abilities a much better deal than giving Sky another goat. The hand that moved through Skye's fire-colored locks now draped across her side, lightly. So many things had happened lately, and the coywolf could not imagine how Shawchert must have been feeling with his woman miscarrying. It was painful to all of the small pack, but none moreso than the large captain. Clearing his throat, Bangle thought it best not to even bring it up, the subject was far too heavy for the light hearted moment at present. His breathing eased, too, as he felt her heart beat against his own.

Skye Collins · 01-30-2011, 04:03 PM

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sorry for the monster post - i couldn't stop myself! wc: 1002

Skye saw as the brown and cream goat wandered in the room for a minute, then left promptly to where Jack was. She had originally been afraid that the large and temperamental horse would hurt the little goat, but they had taken to each other like a duck to water. They were completely comfortable in each other's presence, and Skye was glad because of it - it would cause less hassle that way. It seemed that Jack liked everyone who he was supposed to like...and didn't like everyone he was supposed to like, too. At first he had extremely disliked Skye, never listening to her and even bucking her off his back, but he had grown to her. Now he tolerated her and let her ride him without tossing her - but he did sometimes act like he didn't like her. That was fine with Skye, who was glad that he wasn't trying to get rid of her like at Dahlia de Mai.

Her thoughts traveled to other places, far, far from there - towards the Halcyon mountains, where she had come into being from her parents. Her parents, who had nurtured her throughout her childhood and taught her how to hunt and eat and do all those things that were vital to life, as well as taught her to do more - set her off on her own journey after those precious, glorious months of growing up. Those months had been good ones, very good ones - full of learning and love and nurturing and reading. Lots of reading and writing, yes...she could remember every detail of the books she read, the books she loved, in those days. She loved Bangle the same way as she loved her precious books - if she had to part with either of them, her heart would be torn in two. She couldn't believe Bangle didn't like books, as they were one of the same in her heart of hearts - but she loved him anyway, oh yes she did. And she would trade a book for Bangle any day.

As she felt Bangle's hands run through her fiery hair, she shivered, and her mind wandered to other things - namely, Sky's recent abortion. It had been messy and bloody, and Skye had come to Sky because of the cries of pain and the panicked voices of Fallen and Shawchert that had come to her ears after a long day of gardening in the garden. It had been messy, yes, and it had ended badly as well. Skye's heart wrenched for the girl who had gone through so much pain only to have to bury her precious puppies. She turned her head away from Bangle for a moment so he wouldn't see her face, contorted in sympathy for the girl - she was pained by Sky's pain. She knew they weren't even her pups, and she hadn't even known them, but maternal instinct kicked in. And Sky had been devastated...so sad. It was just so sad to see those little bodies in a hole in which they didn't belong.

And Shawchert...Shawchert must have been devastated. They hadn't been his pups, no, but she knew and the rest of the pack knew as well that he loved Sky and hated to see her desperate and alone like this. She wondered if they were going to be mates - she had heard from the girl that they were 'dating', which she had read in human romance novels. It was like a mateship, only it wasn't permanent, and could be broken at any time without hurt feelings. Or, at least, mostly not hurt feelings. She thought that they would be a good couple, but she couldn't help but thinking of Orin and her own puppies - what would happen with her? She knew that Shawchert would be there for her, and couldn't help but feel at least a bit sorry for the man - how he must wish he never did that with Orin now.

She turned her mind from that to other matters - she couldn't dwell on the past. What was done was done, and there was nothing that could change it now. She curled herself tighter to Bangle and underneath the sheets - she wasn't wearing clothes, as the house was quite warm with the captured heat of the fire she had recently put up and the combined body heat of the animals, but somehow, impossibly, she still felt a chill go down her spine. Something told her that it may have nothing to do with the cold, but she pressed closer to the man next to her anyway.

She turned back to him and allowed a light smile to rest on her face. She felt her heart beating, but that wasn't the only one - Bangle's beat along with her, two hearts beating together in love for each other. It was a steady rhythm, quite like the beats that she had to keep tune to with music - ba dum, ba dum, in tune with the music that Shawchert so often played for his pack and that signified all that Cercatori d'Arte was. A pack of creation, creation and family and love. She saw her hair reflected in his eyes - or was it his eyes all along, the brilliant orange that illuminated her days and brightened her nights? It represented the fire that now raged within her - a fire that couldn't have been started and couldn't be extinguished without the coy-wolf that was lying next to her in the comfort of her bed. She felt his hand stop to stroke her hair and begin to just rest on her head - she edged closer to the man, treasuring the warmth that he gave off.

"Hi," she whispered - it was a silly thing to say, they had already greeted, but it was a different kind of greeting - a different kind of hello.

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Bangle Guffawri · 02-05-2011, 07:46 PM

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+3. You definitely got me beat there XD

The silence that grew between them was broken only by the crackling of the nearby fire, though there was plenty enough warmth and body heat between them compared to the small blizzard outside. It was not a tense silence, though, it was one were both wolves were engrossed in their thoughts, of several things. Things lay heavy on their minds and their hearts, though Bangle shared many of the ones Skye had, the gypsy always had one concern in mind. He knew now that he was not alone, that anywhere he went, she would be at his side. He had new priorities, now, ones that were strange, but his heart welcomed them.

Still, he did not know how or why he came across the art loving pack. He had been to several like them before, some bigger and some even smaller, and had met likable characters like the ones in Cercatori. How, then, was he suddenly the one who bought into everything? He, the merchant, had been offered a trade he simply couldn't refuse. The male had everything here, all he could have asked for, and he nearly ran away from it all once again.

And she greeted him, but it was different. It was the same hello he received when they were by the oasis in the fall, as she stared at him with a certain, foreign look in her milk chocolate eyes. Bangle never understood what it meant, then, but now he understood. The coywolf stared at her as she spoke, and he simply smiled in return, as his hand that rested at her head now trailed down to her waist. His smile turned into a grin, one she was well familiar with. He needed no excuse to be near the red headed female, now, as his free hand raised from his side to frame the side of her face, tilting it farther up for him to see.

"Baby, it's cold outside," he said, offering another toothy grin. It was a simple statement, but it also came from some song he swore he heard before, some years ago. Removing his hand from her face, Bangle leaned forward to bury his muzzle into her hair, remembering the time he first became consumed by flame. He wanted nothing more, then, to be beside the fire, to feel this warmth that burned like a steady candle by the bedside.

Skye Collins · 02-09-2011, 10:53 PM

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xD and hey, i like that song! wc: 226

Bangle simply stared at her with his bright, fiery orange eyes and said nothing so far, but she could feel his hand trailing down to her waist. She grinned at the coywolf some more, as he said that it was cold outside - she thought that was familiar from somewhere, somehow, but she couldn't mark where she had heard it in her memories. It didn't matter, though, all that mattered was that she was there, with him, and he was next to her in her house, in her bed, during the cold storm that brought them together.

Skye smiled some more as the coywolf buried his face into her long, red hair that reflected his eyes - or was it the other way around, and his eyes were reflecting her? It didn't matter - again, all that mattered was here and now. In play, she made to hug his waist, but instead of staying there, she rolled over him so that she was on top of him, pinning him down to the mattress.

"Do you surrender?" she teased lightly, her tail high in the air and her ears perked in a playful manner. It was all playful, now - playful, and perhaps something more that lingered in the air. She grinned and blinked at Bangle, adding a hidden layer of meaning to the seemingly innocent question.

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Bangle Guffawri · 03-02-2011, 11:55 AM

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Short as I am heading to work, but they'll get better! Let me know if the pp is too much <3 +3

Suddenly the fire was gone, replaced with the damp air of the house. Bangle lifted his own decorated head to see Skye move to tower over him. Orange hair spilled around her and down to his face, as he looked up with a certain curiosity, at first, to what the orange and cream female was doing. The coywolf felt himself pinned, though he knew his own strength outmatched hers any day. Still, a grin crept across his muzzle playfully, looking up into chocolate eyes.

But what he didn't expect was her playful tone when she spoke, and Bangle lifted an eyebrow curiously. This was a side he hadn't seen of her, yet, but now, as the two wolves were stuck inside in the middle of a small blizzard, they were beginning to notice quirks of the other. Slowly, he brought his hands up to her waist, and let them rest there gently. "T'you? The co-captain? Why--" He said, letting the last word trail for a moment, as if to surrender to her. But then, his grip on her waist tightened just a bit, moving upwards so that they switched positions, attempting to pin her below him.

Jewelry clanged in the motions, sounding like a vibrant wind-chime in tune with the coywolf's actions. Now he had her pinned, and just like Skye had done, his tail raised high in the air, in an almost dominant, yet playful, fashion. His wide grin kept plastered onto his multicolored face, large ears twitching as he looked down at her through a curtain of beaded dreadlocks. "--Certainly not. You should be surrenderin' t'me!" For a moment he stuck his tongue out, then retracted it as the hands that gripped her waist were now holding onto her arms, keeping her there. If she was going to play this game, the gypsy would at least attempt to have the upper paw.

Skye Collins · 03-03-2011, 11:00 PM

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yay! ^^ and it's totally fine! <3 <3 hope this is alright!

Skye smirked as the coywolf seemingly gave up, trailing off as he limply surrendered. Soon did she find out, however, that it was simply a ruse - his hands on her waist tightened considerably, and he flipped the tables on her, pinning her down to the bed. Jewelery jingled as the laughing coyote grinned down at her, his tail high and dominant, and Skye's own low and playfully submissive; here, in the warm, dark house of Skye's, the normal ranks dissipated, and were replaced by imaginary, playful lines, where Skye happily fit in below her mate.

Skye wrapped her arms around her mate's back and pulled him so that he would fall on top of her; she hugged him for a moment like that, him on top of her, and the moment was so intimate and charged with electricity that Skye thought she would die from it, for a moment. She smiled at him, her eyes full of adoration, and she was about to make another move, a move that would change everything, when she heard a small bleating sound next to her.

She sat up abruptly in bed and looked over the side of it; there was Cheddar, her large, brown eyes staring up at Skye innocently. "Oh, aren't you precious!" the cream-colored woman cooed to the goat, patting her on the head while releasing Bangle. She felt a bit light-headed, like she had been standing upside down for a long time and was suddenly righted again as her focus turned to the goat. Soon after, Jack the horse also trotted up and pressed his face into her hand. She muttered a few sweet, loving words to them both.

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Bangle Guffawri · 03-04-2011, 12:22 AM

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Goat block! XD +5

The coywolf felt quite proud of himself for his little trick, which nearly reminded him of his past. That was the last thing the former gypsy wanted to think about, however, for those events led up to where he was now, pinned above his new mate. Toothy grin was kept spread across his face, and though he looked goofy, he knew the female below him was quite familiar with it. It was to be expected, one could say.

What Bangle didn't expect, however, was for the fire haired female to hug him and bring him on top of her. She was lighter, more fragile, but he lost his breath as they pressed together, and for the first time the male felt the heat that came between them. It was nothing that the small, glowing fire in the house emitted, and bright orange eyes flickered down onto the female's face, breathing in her scent deeply. Soft, milk chocolate eyes met his own, and the smile that spread across her own muzzle made his disappear, replaced with confusion. He felt his heart beat in his chest - or maybe it was her own - getting faster and faster. Suddenly he heard the beating in his ears, and felt nothing but fire, and the coywolf closed his eyes, wishing to forever be wrapped in it.

But then he heard it - the bleating. It came like an unwanted call at the wrong moment, piercing through the romantic silence. Bangle's eyes snapped open, and his head came up quickly, sneering at the female goat that was now at the bedside. The moment was ruined, as Skye turned her attention to the animal immediately, pushing their bodies up and away from one another. The merchant's sneer became obvious, now, watching the female give attention to the special goat. When things couldn't get worse, the clip clopping of larger hooves sounded, and the large horse entered the room.

"I thought ya put 'im outside," Bangle said a bit rudely, nodding at the horse, annoyed after a moment had been interrupted by the small barnyard in the house. The dreadlock male didn't wait for a response, however, as he rolled over and got to his feet, away from the bed and into the next room. He needed a moment to recover from the emotions he felt stirring within him, as if stocking a dead fire to suddenly come alive. The coywolf knew how much Skye loved her animals, even the one he gave to her as a gift, but whatever moment the new pair might have shared was now gone like the wind that whipped on the icy windowpanes.

Casually, the male strolled over to the rucksack that he brought with him that same day, opened the main flap, and rummaged through it. Bangle's face brightened up some as he brought out a bottle of wine, that he was lucky to have found, yet unopened, intended for him and Skye to share. "Ah-ha!" He said nearly triumphantly, and to perhaps gain the white female's attention back from within the other room. Holding the neck of the bottle, Bangle's other hand yanked at the cork at the top, hearing the satisfying pop! as it came free.

Skye Collins · 03-07-2011, 11:11 PM

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xDD

Skye turned to her coywolf mate, affronted. "Outside! Why would I do that? It's storming outside! Isn't it, my cutsie wootsie pooty banana?" she said, the last bit referring to the goat as she stroked her along her back. The goat bleated happily and turned up to look at Jack, the spotted horse. He tossed his head and let out a whinny, and Skye stood up from the bed and let her paws touch the floor. She walked over to the horse and petted him gently, muttering soft words into his ear to calm him down after the harsh storm.

She then followed Bangle into the other room - the feeling had been so intense, so alien and strange, yet so welcome to her at the same time; but the moment her goat had disturbed it, the feeling just...left. It was strange; now she had a slight headache, as if everything had been based off of emotion, pure emotion, from that point and suddenly she needed to use her mind. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she followed her mate into the other room, hoping that he wasn't offended or hurt by what had happened.

She found him with a loud 'ah-ha' coming from his mouth, and without another moment, he popped the top of a bottle. She sniffed sharply and was surprised at the strange scent; it was bitter, yet sweet at the same time. It reminded her vaguely of something, but she couldn't remember what, exactly. "What's that?" she asked sheepishly, a bit embarrassed not to know what was inside the bottle.

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Bangle Guffawri · 04-03-2011, 06:10 PM

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Blah this post >:[

All Bangle did was roll his eyes at the sweet talk that Skye gave to her pets, a bit annoyed that they received more attention than he was that cold evening. Regardless, being away in the main room allowed him to clear his head some, and the sweet smell that arose from the uncorked bottle made him close his bright orange eyes for a moment. Left ear flicked as he heard the steps of Skye behind him, and the sound of her voice only mingled in with the sweet smells of the wine.

He opened his eyes and turned on his heel, then, his face inches from hers. "Wine, a'course!" Pulling his face back for a moment, he lifted the bottle and took a drink directly from the long, glass container, one hand gripping the neck of the bottle. Bangle smacked his lips purposely, giving the red headed female a wide grin. "Thought we migh' enjoy it t'night," he said to her, plopping his body on the couch just behind him. The fireplace across them crackled, and warmed his fur as he sat facing it. He pat the seat next to him, winking up at Skye. "If yer quite done spoilin' those animals, come n' enjoy." He left the last few words completely up to her interpretation, his lips meeting the glass bottle again and letting the wine dribble down his throat.

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