I feel it there beyond those trees.

Giselle Fantasia · 05-18-2011, 12:18 PM

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For Slaaaade! This was kinda rushed, sorry :| +5

The taste of the earthy air was upon her tongue as the young girl meandered through the forest. Her steps were quick, yet light, as if frightened that the darkness which enveloped her would do harm if she lingered. Giselle had only wandered a small ways away from her new pack, never a dull moment to set fresh eyes upon something new. Never had she imagined the world to be so bright, and colorful, and..big. However unexpected she imagined the lands, the white girl was dressed as if each and every day were an elegant gala event. Though 'Elle moved quickly through the uninviting darkness, the little princess was anything but disheveled; her hair kept up perfectly with an assortment of flowers in hues that matched her fantastical get-up. A pale pink and white dress hugged her lithe form, a large satin ribbon tied around her waist; dressed as if she were expecting a gala event.

A childlike concern was evident upon her mahogany-framed face, observing as the towering trees shielded her away from the sun. Oh, how she loved the sun! Giselle needed to find an open place in which to feel its gentle, warm embrace again - like the arms of a brave prince. The fleeting thought alone caused the young girl to sigh, and pause in step for a brief moment. It was interrupted by her companion's sympathetic squeaks. 'Come on, Giselle. We're almost there, I promise!' Tux encouraged her from a nearby tree branch, his small paw pointing ahead of them as his beady eyes blinked down at her. Papa's little princess looked up, and gave a gentle smile. Though she had no prince in her life yet, she knew she could always trust her dear friend to find the light.

Following the stoat, her bare feet pressed upon damp leaves, lining the bottom of her dress in morning dew. Powder blue eyes blinked as shafts of light began to break through the trees, which further pushed Giselle to walk faster, picking up the bottom of her dress in the process. She watched the stoat move like the gentle waves of the ocean from tree branch to tree branch, pausing only to let her catch up. The uneven ground of the forest then leveled out and opened up, as 'Elle brushed past strands of hanging bramble from a tree limb.

Light bathed the small, open clearing, cut apart by a gentle-moving brook. Wild berries and mushrooms dotted the place, untouched by anyone else since their budding. Clasping her hands gleefully, Giselle's face lit up like the sunlight that now touched her pale skin. "Tux, you're wonderful!" She praised the young stoat, who relished in the comment as she brushed past and did a full twirl in the open clearing. Sunlit grass was a welcome change to the dark, damp earth she felt just moments before. The young woman, made her way to the unobstructed brook, untying the dark satchel that she carried on her hip. She sat upon the grass that bordered the water, dress billowing out like a cloud around, setting the bag down next to her. Reaching forward with naturally-gloved hands, she dipped them into the water and brought it up to her lips. The pungent smell of nearby mint added to the cool taste of the water, and the young girl's eyes closed as she took in the refreshing sounds, smells, and tastes of nature itself.

Slade Auctor · 05-23-2011, 11:34 AM

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The last thing Slade expected to see during his walk outside the pack's borders was a dress-wearing wolf talking to a rodent. By now he should have expected seeing this sort of thing - Krystalle owned a horse and Skye had a "garden" - but it was still a surprise when he encountered it in the middle of Ethereal Eclipse.

Yet again, Slade was outside the territory. In fact, he hadn't been inside Cercatori d'Arte's borders at all since he had discovered the sickening truth: Shawchert was gone. He had forced himself not to make a big deal over this, especially since he had hardly known the former leader before his disappearance, but he still couldn't believe that Shawchert would do such a thing. Now was one of those times when he had to force himself to listen to his instinct and live in the present; the past was the past, and it would stay in the past. It was confusing to think about, which was why he had to force himself not to.

This was why he was taking a break from pack drama. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to see his friend Deirdre. He just needed some time alone, not to sort out his thoughts but to take his mind off of them. Why was drama plaguing his life every time he was in the territory of his pack? Shaking his head, he was happy to have woken up early that morning. A nice early morning walk was just what he needed to clear his mind and relax for a little while, just for once. If he took in a nice, deep breath, he smelled dew, crisp morning air, mint, another canine, and a rodent... wait, what?

Slowing his walk, Slade pricked his ears, dropping so he was hiding behind a bush. He crept forward until he could peer into a small clearing dotted with mushrooms, and he had to blink several times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. He had never seen anything like it: a young female wolf, wearing some pale-colored thing - what was it called, clothing? - talking to some rodent Slade had never seen before and calling it "Tux". Based on the way she spoke, Tux wasn't food; a shame, that was, since the rodent seemed to be strangely comfortable around canines, or at least this one in particular.

Shaking his head quickly, Slade considered just leaving, but he was making the bushes rustle and didn't want to seem like a spy. Still, he was uncertain about introducing himself to the canine and her rodent-friend-thing, and took a step back. If she asked who was there he'd reveal himself, but until then he wouldn't be the first to try an introduction.

Giselle Fantasia · 06-08-2011, 03:53 PM

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I felt so bad for taking so long that I wrote this quick thing at work. Sorry it's short ._.;

Water held such mystical powers, Giselle knew. As she cupped it in her delicate hands and lifted the water to her lips, its travel down her throat was refreshing in every sense of the word. She opened her eyes once more, her reflection shimmering in the water as she leaned forward to it once more. In her Optime form, she was much less a wolf than a lady when it came to the simplest of things, her pale fingers dipping into the small brook for another drink. The girl's hands stopped short of her face, however, drawing back when she and her chocolate-and-cream companion heard rustling in the bushes.

In such a foreboding forest, even the serene area 'Elle found herself in wasn't safe from everything. Her heart skipped a beat or two in fright, as Tux placed his small body in between his caretaker and the direction in which the sound came in. He rose his body up to look more threatening, uttering warning sounds from his throat. It didn't surprise Giselle in the least that her stoat, though small, was very brave. "Hello? Anyone there~?" Giselle spoke lightly, though with a bit of apprehension in her sing-song voice. Small hands dropped as the water slipped through her fingers, wetting the grass at her knees. The young girl did not make to get up, though her ears were high above her auburn-framed face. Her small, ebony nose caught the scent of coyote among the mint, and a small shiver ran through her. She read of the creatures once, though had never come face-to-face with one of the full-blooded tricksters. "It's okay, we won't hurt you." Giselle coaxed the stranger, tone gentle and inviting, eyes trained on the bushes in question.

Slade Auctor · 06-15-2011, 12:20 PM

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Take as long as you want, Noelle. I do the same thing all the time.
WC: 397

Fantastic, Slade, just fantastic. You've scared her. If he had been physically capable he would have bitten his lip; instead, his tongue made a good replacement. Despite the wolfess's friendly greeting, he could sense that she was afraid from the way she had suddenly stiffened. In addition, the rodent Tux placed itself between the wolf and the coyote.

With a somewhat annoyed sigh, Slade stepped out to reveal himself, bringing along some twigs and leaves that had gotten caught in his fur. "Hi," he introduced, trying to sound as friendly as possible. They weren't anywhere near a pack's territory, so he had no right to look her in the eye--even if he could--but he didn't want to act extremely submissive either. Though the wolf carried no visible weapons and would likely make a lousy fighter thanks to her dress, Slade had learned that he should never be completely trusting of a wolf he happened to meet in the middle of the forest.

Realizing that the wolf might have felt the same way, Slade tried to keep his suspicion and slight fear out of his own body language, and instead decided to get a better look at her, ignoring the rodent that was foolishly trying to "protect" its owner--did it happen to realize that Slade could easily snatch it up in one bite and go on his merry way with a dead rodent in his jaws?

She was a tall, mostly cream-colored wolf with light blue eyes, with her defining feature being her reddish-brown hair; Slade had never seen that color on any canine, body fur or otherwise. The coyote supposed she was pretty, though she would have looked a lot better if she wasn't wearing that ridiculous pink piece of fabric. Really, if she had been younger, he would think that she was simply begging for a cannibalistic canine to come charging out of the woods and attack her. On that topic, she did seem to be rather young--while Slade wasn't good with Luperci proportions, he knew the smell of a younger canine when he picked it up. Yet again Slade was faced with looking up to a wolf who was younger than him.

Despite the female's extravagant looks, Slade supposed he had seen weirder, and his attention kept flicking to Tux. Was this a bad time to get hungry and give in to his natural instinct?

Giselle Fantasia · 06-29-2011, 06:57 PM

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<3 WC: 268

Giselle was still startled as the bushes rustled to reveal a coyote on all fours. It was the first she had seen of a that was closest to the ground, one who didn't transform onto two legs. She was thankful her brave companion was there, standing in between them, or the young girl might have run at the first signs of movement in the area. He spoke a single word, though meek, but Giselle smiled in response.

Perhaps he wasn't a Luperci - the girl had read once that not all wolves or coyotes were able to transform. The milky white female found him rather cute, like any other creature in the forest, and not much (if at all) a threat. Giselle remained sitting in the cool grass. She did not see how the coyote eyed her coffee and cream companion. "Tux, it's all right. Come here," She spoke in low speech, and despite his natural apprehension the stoat obeyed, and bound back toward the woman.

The young girl giggled. "I hope he didn't scare you," she said to the four-legged stranger. Despite the difference in size of Tux and the coyote (not to mention the level on the food chain), 'Elle believed her companion was her little knight, to protect her from anything despite the size. "I'm Giselle, of Crimson Dreams," Her introduction was airy and sweet, blue eyes settled patiently on the other. "Would you care to join us for a drink? The water is lovely~" The invitation was meant for the other to come closer, to show that she, not her weasel, meant any harm.

Slade Auctor · 07-08-2011, 05:58 PM

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Short and cruddy, but I wanted to write something before this got archived.
P.S. I dedicate this post to Haley (because Val tied me to a chair and forced me to using her powers of pure awesomeness). Um, just click here if you're wondering what the heck that meant....

As if things couldn't get more surprising, the girl spoke to the prey--er, ~~animal-not-to-be-eaten~~ Tux--using an odd... language? Slade had heard Krystalle use a different language, but it was still fairly understandable. When the wolfess spoke to Tux she didn't even seem to be speaking... correctly. It was hard for Slade to comprehend what he heard. All he knew was that she ordered Tux to come to her; instantly his eyes widened. That was how Luperci hunted when they didn't feel like shifting or using a dagger!

Making a mental note of Ask her how to talk to animals, Slade let himself approach a bit more, now that the temptation to attack the rodent was mostly gone. He suppressed letting out a snort when the wolf suggested that he was scared of Tux. Far from it, girl. Fortunately the conversation took a different turn when she introduced herself as Giselle, a member of "Crimson Dreams". Realizing that he had forgotten to introduce himself, the coyote nodded briefly and responded, "I'm Slade, of Cercatori d'Arte."

Giselle offered for him to join her and Tux for a short drink, which Slade had no problems accepting. Without saying anything--he didn't want to seem rude by his lack of speech but had no idea what to say--he walked forward and began lapping at the cool, refreshing water from the small stream.

His mind began to wander for a while, wondering what Giselle was doing in the area, but decided it would sound nosy to ask. More than likely she was out here for the sake of taking a pleasant walk, just as he was. So, rather than speak, Slade continued drinking, at a loss for words and letting Giselle be the one to start a conversation.

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