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Post by Azula on Jul 1, 2009 14:57:23 GMT
The brightly colored wolf galloped through the grass easily. She knew the way well for she had traveled this same path nearly every night and day to a tree in the fields. Her long and slim limbs moved easily and freely beneath her; light, balanced, but powerful flowing movement. Her mouth was open,tongue hanging loosely with her lips drawn back and ears forward. Her body for once was relaxed, her tail wagged loosely as she picked up pace going into a lopping run. Running was one of her favorite things.
It was such an enjoyment for her that even in dreary hopelessness of the night's journey or morning hunt gone wrong couldn't bring her down so long as she was in motion. The white coat of the she-wolf moved like a blur across the fields that spanned out for what seem like it could goes on for miles. The various colors of flowers past her as she traveled again on her trip into the field. She followed the familiar trail of her own scent, slipping up under the cool shade of tree.
Azula pants worn out after the hunt, but she also panted to release heat cause of how hot it was, the heat beat down horribly in the summer. Her tongue lolls out of a her mouth as she licked her muzzle clean to make sure this morning kill didn't stain her face. Her teeth bared out as she yawned her lips draw back into almost a grin, as she quiet sigh escaped her legs. She lean against the bark of the tree her legs spread out in a careless manner.
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Post by Ƨatƴr. on Jul 10, 2009 20:17:19 GMT
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Beautiful, once again, but it was missing something.
The green wolf sniffed along the blades of grass, trying to search for the vole that had escaped him moments before. It was only a mouthful, but as a lone wolf he hadn’t the time to whine about a more dignified meal. Deer seemed to be rare here, though who knew what the pack lands supplied. He swore quietly as his paws hit the ground, finally giving up as he planted his rear in the grass. Flowers dotted the grass here and there, a lot of them wilted from the recent waves of heat. He wished for a moment that he was a water- or fire-element wolf, to either create a cool pool to romp in or to simply absorb the heat.
But Satyr would gladly live with what he was. He reached out to delicately brush his paw along the petals of a nearby flower before closing his eyes. In a soft glow of emerald light, the plant grew up, its stalk vine-like as it twisted itself around his goat horns. He smirked at this decoration and then easily bit through the stem before running along. He knew he probably looked like an idiot with a pretty flower hanging off his head, but he didn’t care. He could stay a hippie earth wolf if he wanted; it was his god-given right, and something he couldn’t change if he wanted to.
After a moment of walking, the lone male froze and heard the patter of paws in the grass. He whirled around, possessed roots rising up out of the ground around him, taking hold of the vole that had escaped him earlier. He snapped it up in a heartbeat and swallowed it in two bites before laughing. “That’s the end of you,” he told the flesh in his stomach before running onward.
A sweet scent graced his strong sense of smell, and he pivoted sharply to head in the direction of a large tree. He caused the branches to shake and deposit a few leaves, scattered around the grass, teasing with the plant before he saw the pale form leaning underneath it. His carefree smile was wiped away and replaced with a stunned, curious look. He forgot the vole and the rest of his day, and with a shake of his head his mood shifted. He trotted toward the female wolf with a sweep of his tail and a devil’s handsome grin on his face.
“Hello there,” he said quietly before taking another whiff, his powerful nose detecting older traces of this same scent on the bark. “You come here a lot?”
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Post by Azula on Jul 18, 2009 10:04:28 GMT
Her ears swivel and rotated as the leaves tickled her ears, she whined softly and pawed at her ears sneezing as she shook her head slightly.I didn’t feel the wind more nor did I moved it by will. She brushed it off at the thought of a squirrel or bird and shifted onto her back her paws tucked close to her chest as her hind legs scratched around on the bark of the tree. Her ears twitched at the sound of a voice making her yelp in surprise and jump from her sleep. She turned over as her legs spread out in the process as she looked over this new wolf in from of her. She smelt fresh earth and shivered at the male wolf scent. Its been awhile she loved the scent of a another wolf, it was so erotic and kept her clam. As her eyes begin to focus on the real world that she has walked back into from her dreams, a tingle of electricity courses through her body when she sees the dark figure in front of her. “Hello, there.” She looked over and admire is smile, she tilted her heads at the horns come up from his head. “Yes I do quiet often indeed. Um, nice horns.” She resisted the urge to paw at his horns and decided not to press him about it. She looked over him more and gasp at seeing some of his thick fur in matted tufts. “Don’t those hurt?” She stood and moved out touching one of the matted tufts gently with the tip of her nose.
(ooc: Sorely forgive me)
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Post by Ƨatƴr. on Jul 18, 2009 18:38:02 GMT
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The poor sweetheart seemed to be sleeping.
His mood changed like the seasons, mixing in his heart and mind and making his lips twitch into a grin that conveyed no singular emotion. He felt protective of the pale form dreaming underneath the canopy of the great tree, glad no one else had found her first and hurt her. But also a more primal feeling rose in him—the instincts of a hunter who would not think twice before taking the life of a fawn slumbering in the bushes. Zero protection. Right way his nose could tell that she belonged to no pack, and that she most likely hadn’t conversed with another lupine in a while. He watched her with apathy on his face, waiting for her to twitch her way into awakening as the leaves fell to tickling her in the wind.
The female shivered as she became aware that he was there. His eyes ran over her long, slim legs. She was the very cliché of a she-wolf: petite and oh so fragile, but with grace, a flawless white coat and sparkling blue eyes to match. He wondered if she would turn out to be a feisty girl or a shy one, or perhaps she would completely surprise him.
When her eyes opened and alighted on his horns, Satyr had to suppress a chuckle. The odd bone growth curving out of his skull drew most gazes to him. Where he came from, it was common, but what was plain in one land was bizarre in another. He wondered if they appeared scary or just goofy as she verbally drew attention to them.
“Don’t those hurt?”
The male’s olive eyes flew open wide and his lazy stance turned into a tense, surprised one as she rose and touched a tuft of matted fur with her nose. He glanced at it without emotion and shrugged his shoulders slightly. His unruly pelt didn’t usually cause him troubles, but all she had to do was mention it and it began to itch. He took a seat on the ground and drew a hind paw up to scratch at it, wincing slightly.
“They make my skin sore sometimes. I can’t get to all my fur so easily though.” He craned his neck to make a point then laughed. “I’m no cat.” Wondering how easy the girl was, he smiled quickly at her in teasing and added, “Not all of us can be pretty. What’s your name?”
Far from subtle, but whatever worked worked.
ooc; It's okay, really. ^^ I just saw no one had replied to it and took it upon myself. x3
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