Various Types - Mysterious Origin

Valinta LeStrange · 03-25-2011, 03:22 PM

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Testing for Lorelei. Smile WALCOME Big Grin

Lorelei snarled in a very un-princesslike manner as she righted the sparkling tiara on her head. The important piece of jewelry rested in between her ears, and as she trudged through residual snow, it would come loose and tilt. Her long caramel colored hair brushed against the small of her back and was getting tangled, ever so tauntingly slowly.

After the tiara was straightened, and her loose hair put into a braid, Lorelei took a sip of her precious brew. The coffee was delicious, burning hot and darkly bitter. A wonderful match to the drinker's personality. Gripping the strap of her over-the-shoulder bag, the coywolf's ears twitched and her eyes scanned around her. Being alone was usually treasured for her, but not at that moment.

She lost her sister during the storm, and so while she wanted to paint the snow, she had nothing to paint with. She had plenty of inks, and her own blood, but there were no lobsters around. Giza's blood was lovely, but when it came to snow, it had to be lobsters. Their blood was blue, after all. A vibrant, beautiful blue. Perfect for snow.

Losing her sister had absolutely nothing to do with that, but Lorelei was angry and Giza was a target. The two had deluded themselves into believing that Lore cared about and loved her sister, but that was a lie. Giza was a lover and a source for her paints. That was all. Something warm to bed with in the freezing German and now Canadian winter nights.

It was rather ludicrous to assume that her sister was anything but, but they had. Lorelei really only cared about their mother. Their beautiful mother. If Lorelei was a princess, then surely her mother was a queen. She had to be. In order to have a princess, you had to be a queen. Besides, how could a woman so beautiful not be a queen? Preposterous.

That damn tiara. It fell with a dainty thud into the snow. Lorelei growled and shoved it into her bag, more careful of her coffee bean than anything. Sipping her brew, she gazed around the trees as if they were going to get her. They probably would, the stupid dicks.

Matteo Trovato · 03-25-2011, 06:11 PM

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STEAL.

Stress. There was nothing more horrible, more disgusting, or more miserable than stress. What made it worse for the albino boy was probably the fact that whenever his brother was stressed... he took the full brutal punch of it. Being in a pack hadn't saved him from the horrible acts his brother bestoyed on him, but it did open his eyes to what was right and wrong again. It was yet another bitter reminder of how ignorance truely was bliss.

Matteo knew this all too well. The night before, he'd had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming his lungs out at his evil sibling. For the first time since he'd been a pup, he'd had to keep himself from striking back, from fighting. He'd been watching the pack mingle and talk in the main hall of the underground, and he'd learned plenty from it since arriving. Since the storm.

The abuse. The torment. The hurt. It wasn't worth it, and it most certainly was not normal. Revenge? No, Matteo wasn't the vengeful sort. He wasn't cruel or angry, and it took a lot for him to hate someone. He most certainly did not hate his brother, who happened to be the only family he had left. He did, however, feel a sort of bitter resentment towards the older sibling, and that had left him with a sour taste in his mouth that morning.

And so, as if it would make all of his troubles vanish for the day, he'd left the packlands far behind. Anathema was a good pack, and Matteo had quickly become loyal to the laws and members of his new guild, but the thought of being near so many people so soon after another night of abuse? Frightening. It was what led him to the woods, in (oh shit) his lupus form, a dead rabbit dangling from his jaws. A hunt was just what the doctor had ordered, and now he felt that stress slowly, just slowly, ebbing away.

But wait! What was that? Albino coydog stopped dead in his tracks, head lifting up with a start. He knew that smell. He knew that smell so well. Coffee. Not some disgusting blend of home-grown coffee beans as was usually the case around these parts. No, this was coffee. Real coffee. Like the kind he knew so well from his birthplace in Italy.

That lovely reminder of home was what sent him bolting towards the smell, rabbit still firmly in his jaws. He'd broken the thing's neck, but made no marks in the flesh. Such a skillful killer he'd become in such a short time. Skillful, and surprisingly merciful. It was what kept his beautiful white fur clean, and it made it so much easier to cook the thing for a good meal later on, like the cooked meats from home.

He came to a halt when he spotted the source of the smell. A fine young woman with a cup of it craddled firmly in her hands. The steam rose off the cup like a welcoming summon to the boy, who'd gone so long without that amazing gift of home. He gently placed down the rabbit, sat his ass down in the snow and grinned from ear to ear in that adorable dog-like way of his. Surely, if she were looking his way, she'd see him. He wasn't that good at blending in!

Valinta LeStrange · 03-25-2011, 10:34 PM

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Ofcourseyouwould.

Lorelei sipped her coffee as she trudged through more snow. God. What the hell was it with the damn snow? It wasn't as though anyone actually liked the stupid stuff, it was disgustingly cold and clingy. Like some people the female used to know.

That thought quickly drew out a dark chuckle from the woman's throat. She wasn't the happiest woman around, but she was always willing to stop focusing on her own issues to laugh at someone else's. Preferably right in their face, after they thought she'd be a good person to confide in. The princess was a perfect actress at times; playing the sweet harmless girl. Then she showed her true colors.

And what beautiful colors they were, Lore preened. Her fur was simply gorgeous, perfectly immaculate as per usual. The sweater of her mother's draped elegantly around her form, accentuating rather than hiding her curves. Even as a chill breeze swept through the forest, she couldn't help but feel... hot. In both the aesthetic way, and the physical way.

Of course the woman was not deranged enough to actually take off her sweater. But she couldn't help but think. Surely, only someone as beautiful as she was, as royal as she was, could be her lover? Yet she'd taken people who were, quite frankly, not up to her standards. At all. It was rather apalling for the princess, to not take another princess.

Actually, it was a little bit more disturbing than apalling. She was having sex with... Well, with peasants. Disgusting, diseased, idiotic peasants. Never mind the fact that their levels of health, cleanliness, and intelligence were at the same as hers, they were stupid. They were worthless.

Lore preened again. Obviously, she really was the only woman in the world worthy of any other woman's attentions. There really wasn't anyone quite as good-looking or intelligent as she was. Another sip of coffee was consumed, and the russet-furred woman's eyes closed in sheer delight at the scent and taste of the bitter brew.

But there was a different smell. Coyote and... dog? The scents were so intermingled it was a new, alien scent. Obviously a coydog. Lorelei hadn't met many, too focused on getting herself and Giza out of the country.

Giza. The obviously ungrateful bitch had wandered off and left her big sister high and dry. She would pay for that, when they met up again. If they did. Assuming Giza didn't die, which she probably did. The poor thing was assuredly helpless without the company of her protector. Well, that would make her regret. Freezing to death. If thinking about Giza didn't put Lorelei into a bad mood, nothing would.

And there it was. The coydog. A male, it seemed. The coywolf sniffed hautily and disgustedly. Males. She took a sip of coffee and noted that his pink and blue eyes stared at the cup she held. Lore also took in the immactulate white fur. An albino, he was. With some bling. Lorelei's carefull once-over didn't miss the collar. Leather and something that was probably silver. He belonged to someone. And he had a rabbit. White fur. A snowshoe hare, probably. Or if she played her cards right, dinner.

"Hello puppy...." she said overly sweetly. "How are you?" Lore's smile was kind, or it was a mask of kindness over a smile that was actually disturbed and filled with rage. If the little puppy wanted her coffee, he'd have to pay for it.

Matteo Trovato · 03-26-2011, 12:40 PM

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But of course. >3

The moment she noticed him, his tail started wagging. So far since he'd arrived in Canada, the women had all been kind to him. Why worry about being hurt or anything over a little cup of coffee, and maybe some company? If Matteo made friends with the coywolf, surely his brother would be furious with him. When the submissive albino had first come here, the thought terrified him... but now? Now he wanted to see that rage, that jealousy. He wanted to play with the older coydog's emotions, to see what was so enjoyable about it.

She spoke to him and he stood, tail curling naturally between his legs. "Ciao signora." Speaking in Italian was an odd feeling in his lupus form. It felt odd speaking at all, really... as if his tongue felt heavy. This had been the first time in a long time that the boy bothered to use this form. It felt natural, but... almost uncomfortable.

The oblivious boy didn't notice her faked tone of voice, nor the way her smile seemed to be lacking that certain shine. All he knew was that this girl was pretty, and that she had coffee. "I am sorry to bother you, but is that coffee?" He tilted his head just slightly, curious and hopeful.

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