gradually the movement stops

Ark'el Etos · 04-17-2012, 02:18 AM

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A thin silhouette sat atop the large rock mound, lit from the back by the setting sun. The male had been there for quite a while in deep reflection on the last few days; It appeared he had finally done something to advance himself in life- he saw no downside in his choice to join Anathema. This positive direction surprised Ark'el -seeing as he was much more adept screwing things up than mending them- and he decided to just be happy with it for the while, it certainly wouldn't last. Carefully he leaned forward to peer off of the hill, gazing down into the valleys below. The darkening sky lent little to the ease of his straining eyes, but he scrutinised the terrain anyway- it would be easy for one to hide in and he could never be too careful. Nobody else seemed to be around, and his sensitive ears flicked forward to listen to his surroundings carefully. A soft thud of water against sand resounded in his eardrums nearby and he let his gums pull back in a gentle smile, finally allowing himself to relax. It was definitely a good choice to make camp at the beach.

Ark'el leaned to the side, reaching into his pocket for the matches he brought with him. He was careful to grasp them carefully, but still the container scraped against his freshly-scarred palm and he winced. With his free hand he reassembled the sticks he'd gathered earlier and pushed pieces of dried leaves and grass between the twigs. Heh. A barely passable fire. Dragging the match against it's packaging's side Ark as watched flame engulf it's tip. He had little experience making such campfires, so when he lowered the match to the wood and watched it go up in smoke he couldn't help but release an exhale of relief.

Yay for pretty scenes! A sunset, beach, and a small bonfire. Big Grin

Emmanuelle Brenna · 04-17-2012, 03:08 AM

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ems is by nat.

ooc; weow

The evening was still young and so was the figure padding through the sand silently, two felines in tow. Her gaze was aimed downward, concentrating on the steps that she took rather then where she was going. This had been her life lately, the yearling had changed and she still didn't know if it was for the better or for the worse, her mind had been swimming with thoughts as she played the battle in her head, every block, every connection with his skin, every blood droplet dripping down her body was scrutinized, criticized, and sometimes grudgingly praised. One thing was for sure though, she now felt she fit her blood thirsty coyote clan and had dropped her peace-loving ways for the most part.

The woman had taken steps to ensure she was more fit for battle and scouting, she practically lived on the borders and constantly trained, weather it was by herself and with a tree or with her lynx kits teaching them to hunt, her physic as it healed slowly, had become more muscular and lean. Her body fat was low now, and when she walked she felt the difference that the constant exercise had taken on her, slowly she was becoming quicker, she had more endurance, and her skills were increasing to her pleasure. Practically everyday she was practicing with her arrows and the bow her friend Alma had gifted her.

Quiet mewing jerked her from her thoughts and she looked up, one of her kits sounding the alert that someone was near and she smiled, slowly her hunting partners were learning to track scents and whatnot from their surroundings and she knelt down to give a rewarding scratch to the light-furred male, Gabriel. His darker-toned sister, Kimbrah looked on to the flickering light a little further down on the beach and mewed, looking at Emmanuelle curiously. What was that light coming from? Motioning to the two kittens, if you could call them that, the trio traveled down the sand quietly, as if they were stalking prey.

They weren't, but it was a good lesson to her charges. As they neared the rocky outcropping that had a male on it lighting a fire, she stood up and cleared her throat, announcing her presence. Hello. She said simply, her wheat colored wavy hair spilling softly over her shoulders and her mis-matched eyes glinting in the gentle firelight.

Ark'el Etos · 04-17-2012, 03:44 AM

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From behind him the rust-toned male heard a soft voice and he looked over his shoulder at it's origin. Hello. He offered this greeting pleasantly, though discomfort was expressed in the way his jaw set firm. Who was this woman? She didn't seem hostile, though why else would she approach him? Can I help you? Extending his arm and sweeping it through the air, he motioned her closer and turned so the fire was instead to his side, allowing himself to face her more appropriately.

Resting his arms on his crossed legs and clasping his hands, he scrutinized the female. Her hair reflected the glow of the firelight generously, and her unique eyes intrigued him. Slowly he let his gaze trail down along her body, admiring her curves and well-toned physique. I guess I won't mind her interference.. I could always use some eye-candy.

A quiet mew interrupted his train-of-thought and drew it towards the two young felines trailing behind her. He regarded them with interest for a few moments before inclining his head and returning his attention to the woman. Care to sit down? The stone was generously sprinkled with moss, and he didn't see reason why she couldn't stay a while.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 04-17-2012, 04:05 AM

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ems is by nat.

ooc; maybes they can flirt a little? give ems some experience in the dude department. xD

Her presence was noticed immediately and inviting words followed, to which she answered with a subtle dip of her head. The woman stepped onto the rocky outcropping, not worrying about her feline charges behind her. They were old enough to clamber up things bigger then them and they needed climbing practice anyways, Emmanuelle enjoyed hunting from the tree branches and her hunting companions needed to keep up with her smooth transitions from branch to branch. The moss that was scattered about the outcropping was cool and it felt spongy and refreshing on her pawpads, bringing a small smile to her feminine facial features.

Gracefully she seated herself to the side of the strange male, though leaving about another bodies distance between them so she didn't invade his personal space, some luperci were particular about such things. In her movement she had pretended to miss his appreciative gaze but she had seen it, and heat rose to her cheeks - if the area weren't covered with thick fur she would be red all over in naive embarrassment. Taking her time she curiously looked him over as well, though much more subtly then he had. Her mis-matched eyes slid down his muscular physic and landed on his clothing, something which she cocked her head at and shot him a questioning look.

Through her travels she had never seen any Luperci with clothing on, sure, she herself owned a cloak but that was simply fastened around her neck most times, actually wearing pants or a shirt seemed like a foreign idea to the yearling. " You wear clothing? " She questioned, already knowing the answer but wanting to know why. Shaking her head she cleared her throat and spoke to him again, this time her voice lightly apologetic. " Sorry, my name is Emmanuelle Brenna.. May I have your name? " She questioned, catching his curiously colored gaze. He had such a pretty eye color. Her own gaze was bi-colored, one eye a pretty forest green and the other a light-grey blue but she didn't think about it often.

Ark'el Etos · 04-17-2012, 08:58 PM

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The woman spent little time pondering his invitation and scaled the rocky projection in one lithe movement, joining him on the strip of moss. The two young felines clambered up behind her and he couldn't help but wonder why she kept two lynx's as companions. Together they explored the stone outcropping and he smiled gently at their antics. What curious company you keep, He remarked, watching carefully as she took a seat next to him. He followed her gaze as it traversed his body, noticing her expression change as she fixed a stare towards his jeans then back to his face questioningly. I don't like feeling so... Brows furrowing in thought, he reached for an explanation that would sound reasonable to the other. exposed. Wearily he reached a hand to the back of his neck and frowned. It wouldn't be easy to explain his issues with trust, nor how the clothing he wore kept him feeling secure and doubled as a reminder of his late friend and mentor. He was gifted with the jeans just weeks before Fauste had passed, and he hadn't gone without them since. Memories that he had tried for months to push back suddenly flooded into the front of his mind and Ark's expression fell instantly. He fixed a callous stare into the crackling fire- wallowing mournfully in his freshly-woken sorrow.

"Sorry, my name is Emmanuelle Brenna.. May I have your name?" Crap, he'd forgotten she was even here. He rubbed at his eyes wearily as if he could physically drive the depression from his somber face. Forcing a smile in her direction and trying to sound cheerful, he replied. My name is Ark'el Etos- you can call me Ark.

Behind the pair the sun had set, it's absence lending accent to the fire's glow. It's intensified light was reflected in the depths of her soft eyes, and her hair shone alluringly as the wind picked up. And what is such a foxy young thing such as yourself doing out here alone?

Emmanuelle Brenna · 04-28-2012, 11:37 PM

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ems is by nat.

A small frown crept onto her face as the others expression dropped, and she wondered if she had offended the new male in some way. Whatever the case may be, she wasn't aware of it. A silence between them formed and both fixed their gaze onto the crackling fire, reminding her much of Inferni just then, a place filled with a fire that crept into the hearts of all the coyotes who lived there. The youth peeked over at the male through thick, inky lashes, mis-matched gaze glittering and alive with the reflection of the warm fire in front of them, wishing he would say something to break what had formed. Her wish was granted, though his words send heat soaring to her cheeks, the thick tan fur hiding the blushing skin underneath.

Crossing her slender arms, she did all that she knew what to do in the moment, and grinned and giggled lightly while turning her head from him, her hair being ruffled around her in the wind. It coaxed the fire to rise a little higher and she moved herself away a little, finding the heat settling on her legs to warm for her tastes. Being so young and naive, the beautiful coywolf wasn't sure how to react to such a statement. " Well Ark, " She started, her voice low and throaty as her gaze settled on the male in front of her, feeling a strange feeling settle into her stomach. " I like to travel, and I felt the beach was a perfect place to clear my mind and relax. "

While she was speaking, she uncrossed her arms and leaned a little bit more into his direction, putting all of her weight on one hand as she stared deeply into his eyes, suddenly realizing that what she felt in her stomach was some sort of attraction. It scared her, but she didn't further herself from the male, instead shifting herself so she was almost touching him. If he rebutted her she would simply move away, but for now butterflies flitted around inside of her as she tested out something new.

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