Now Theres No Holding Back

Io Berlin · 03-04-2011, 03:59 PM

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Io was on a walk. Normally Sarajevo would acompany her, or Kali, but this was one of the times when Io wanted to be alone. Her long pale hair hung down loose, covering the majority of her face and and upper body before tapering off at her thighs. Her silver eyes kept low as her red hind legs moved at a comfortable pace through the field.

I should get a horse Io mused as she approached a pond, her thoughts interupted by her reflection. Although what she saw was in fact a beautiful collie dog, long flowing hair, sharp silver eyes, what Io saw was a stick, a twig, a pencil. Her body was her greatest asset, she could tempt saints with it, but her everlasting search for perfection lead her down a path of starvation. Now she got full quicker after eating only a small plate of meat. When offered a normal portion of food Io saw a huge feast and normally only ate less than half. Even her 7 month old son ate more thn she did. She knew his opinions about her eating habits, but Sarajevo was smart enough to resist telling his mother things she already knew, for Io was an easy person to temper.

Io frowned and bit her lip, running a white painted hand down her side. Her other hand was fiddling with her hair, another good asset, she could hides in her white locks and nobody would ever see her painted face, that was if she didn't want them to. If she did her hair was easy enough to pin back, so long as she had the time.

Io glared at the ponds suface, at herself, seeing only impurities.

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Talitha de le Poer · 03-04-2011, 04:55 PM

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Testing out new, seekrit character.

Travel. Travel, travel. All he had ever done, all he was sure he could ever do. He had left his sister's side, and his mother's warmth, and now he was stuck travelling. Wanderlust left him on the road without sleep. Wanderlust left him wondering. Where should I go now. The beast halted in his steps, searching for sounds or smells that could be seen as familiar. There was, as he had expected, nothing. No sister. No mother. Wasteland that he didn't know stretched before his black paws. It was lucky for him that he didn't care; apathy had riddled his brain with no actual desire to interact with strangers.

His steps were quick, determined, firm on the ground as he pressed forward into the land and his mind was focused. There was nothing he wanted more than to just find...something. It didn't even have to be familiar. He just wanted to stop walking for once in his life. And then the scent hit him. A strange scent. A female scent. He stopped in his oversized tracks, emerald gaze turning to the side in search of who the source was. He followed the invisible trail. There, at the end. A crimson and white bitch, staring at a mirrored pond on the earth's floor. A snort escaped him, but no words came forth.

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Io Berlin · 03-04-2011, 05:21 PM

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A sudden snort alerted the girl to her company. Bent ears flicked up and silver eyes fixating on a male. Io's lip rose showing off white fangs and a low growl escaped her lungs. She considered calling for her son, but Sarajevo was far away. She of course had knifes strapped to her thighs, but it was no use attacking someone if they haven't done anything. Io knew that.

'What?' Io said, emotionless and solid. It was an order not a question, but it was spoken as if it was an inquiry. Io had always been careful with her words. Io's eyes surveyed the man, she didn't quite know what to make of this man, he hadn't done anything but snort and that could mean anything. Io straightened herself up, letting her hair fall over her body and shoulders before asking, 'Who are you?'. Her head was tilted sideways and her eyes boring straight into the males emerald one. The collie girl ran another painted hand down her side, frowning as it hit the bone of her ribs.

If worst came to worst Io could always run, she was fast enough, though speed nor strength were her strong points. Being cold and detatched, and cooking were her skills, amoung other things... Io ended her daydream with another comment, 'Enjoying the view?' This was said plainly, she had no reason to be sarcastic, the male was merely taking his time.

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Talitha de le Poer · 03-04-2011, 06:18 PM

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She lacked life. Emotions seemed to stay away from her voice and her face. It wasn't really a question, he could tell that much, but she phrased it as one. The wolfdog tilted his head to the side, green eyes staring absently at the red female while she finally turned his way. Red, white. Red, white. Long hair, small body. Questions. Who was he. His jaw tensed, head tipping upwards to stare down at the female from his nose. "I don't think names matter much." The words were stony, but not without feeling, as hers had been. The beast stepped closer to the pond, his attention falling away from the stranger.

"Enjoying the view?"

"No. You're ugly."

There was no attempt to hide what he believed, and no attempt to offer false comfort for a body that was clearly unhealthy. The male wasn't one to give sarcastic praise. He was to the point, he was blunt. He glanced her way briefly. "What are you doing by yourself. It's not safe for someone like you." Weak. Someone clearly on the losing end of any battles she might encounter. Thinness was only useful if there was someone else to protect the wearer; in her case, there seemed to be no one. Luckily, he wasn't a danger.

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Io Berlin · 03-04-2011, 06:37 PM

'Now I'd have to disagree' Io's accented words rang out. 'Your mother must have called you something'. Her tone was light and airy, a sudden change from her words only a minute ago.

Io almost laughed to hard at his next comment, 'Yah sure, tell that to the others, thin maybe'. She said 'others' with a flair. She had always been good at smart comments, perhaps one of the reasons her pack had given up hope on her, why her mother disinherited her. No, that was Iven's fault. Though she didn't blame him, she hadn't been espesially close to the grey male but he had ben a friend. When she was with him she had been a comfortable size, however his death was probably a contributing factor to her weight at the current moment.

Io smiled, knowing this male was not all bad, this was obvious from his words, stoney but with a dash of something else. 'Walking' she said with a shrug. Io shook her head lightly at the following words, 'I am not alone'. This was perhaps a lie seeing as Sarajevo was at least a mile away, but whatever. 'My son is... somewhere'. She took a deep breath of air and, feeling a little more confortable brushed a medium sized strand of white hair away, revealing a larger portion of her red cheeks.

Talitha de le Poer · 03-04-2011, 07:14 PM

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He scoffed. "I never said she didn't name me. I said my name was unimportant." Gruff words formed by an equally gruff voice. The male didn't take any notice of the stranger's change in voice. His own remained the same, no change in emotion or lack there of. He didn't bother to give her a name, listening to her laugh with perked wolf ears. "Yah sure, tell that to the others. Thin maybe." Thin. He snorted. Too thin. His emerald eyes moved back to the pond before him. There was nothing to look at that he hadn't seen before.

She was just walking, apparently not alone, though the wolfdog saw hide nor hair of the son she mentioned. His tail swished to the side in a show of faint irritation. "That is alone. Somewhere is not here. You have no company." His fingers clenched against his palms, followed by a deep breath that filled his white-and-black chest with air. A dance of words that left him exhausted already; he shook his head.

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Io Berlin · 03-05-2011, 08:59 AM

'Your here'. The words were spoken like a child's. She brushed another strand away from her face, now here eyes were full showing, her white muzzle fully showing. 'I'm not sure if your going to attack yet, but I don't think that you are'. Io glanced down at the water, 'Not that I don't think you could cause damage'. She didn't make eye contact the second time, her silver orbs stared at the water.

Io turned back to the male, 'So if your not going to give a name, what about a pack? Or a reason for stopping for conversation'. Io presumed that he had better things to do than talk to her, not that she wanted him to leave. She had wanted to be alone today but her curiousity had gotten the better of her, she was determinded to find out more about this mysterious man.

Io tilted her head at the man and sighed, 'You look tired'. It was a kind statment, her tone showing a faint tint of care, the same tone her son often earned. She didn't know why this man had earned her soft tone, she had only just met him. Perhaps it was his blunt personality, she favoured those who avoid beating around the bush. She hated waiting till someone found a less direct way of telling her something, bluntness was the best way to go about telling people things. Although she hadn't had to be subtle when Iven died, Sarajevo was there.

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