Sweet Dreams Child [open]
03-14-2013, 05:15 PM
The alabaster female was walking around her new found home. Sulking in the trees, she took little cover in the dawn light. Slumber was useless at this time. She had paced the night away with thoughts that would not let her weary mind sleep. As the sun peaked over the horizon, the female cursed to herself. Stepping out of her little abode, Zarzenova streached her back, arching upwards and down; seemingly like a cat. Blinking rapidly to cast the dreariness from them; the titian and azure where hidden from the world. The woman took delicate steps toward a water formation; known to many as a spring. Zarzenova stared at her reflection for a moment. She saw her fur, which seeming white but had a silver cast to it. She saw her eyes; they mirrored the color of the sunset and the sky. She saw her small, fine features, her slenderness. A smile formed on her face, not one of happiness, but of egotism. Lapping up the cool water felt refreshing to the female. After a long night, she was glad it was finally over. There was not much to do in the wee morning hours. She supposed she could wander the boarders. It would make her father happy if Zarzenova stopped being so pig headed and helped out more. At least so she thought. In truth, she knew not how to behave properly, or how her father thought of her. Snorting, she threw that idea to the side. No, the princess was going to just sit here, just be lazy and wait for a call, or for food to come to her. Why should she work? She was a princess after all, or would she be a former princess now with Kaien ruling? She knew not, but this mere fact did not bother her. Haunches buckled, Zarzenova sat on the earth; waiting.
03-14-2013, 05:50 PM
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Grinner, the torturer of all of Tortuga's prisoners and personal antagonist to all in his pack had woken with an awful crick in his neck. He was still too young, or so he thought, for the pains of maturity. It had to be the weather. Slowly he emerged from the holding den he had fallen asleep in and started his morning stroll through the rocky peaks of Tortuga, humming a pleasant tune as he so often did in times of such privacy. A happy tune that was interrupted by the scent of a young female. Damn. He did so enjoy the peacefulness of singularity, but now he had to go and ruin her day. Such a chore it was to be the only one to bring eality crashing down around the high spirited and optimistic.
He moved toward her silently as a ghost until he was mere feet away from her. "Well good morning little one." He sang with his characteristically toothy grin"Such a fine morning for a stroll. Wouldn't you agree?" he hissed. |
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03-14-2013, 07:19 PM
Zarzenova ears pricked forward at the sound of another. Silent the beast was, until its voice spoke. "Well good morning little one." It made her cringe. Turning around, she stood face to face with another lupine. Zarzenova snarled. "I am not a little one, and nothing is good about this morning." It came out in her sing song voice, with a hint of the annoyance within. Who did this male think he was anyway? "Such a fine morning for a stroll. Wouldn't you agree?" The beast spoke in a hiss. Did this man dare treat her as he was doing? Surely he did not know who SHE was. Throwing her head back, she stared at him a minute, letting him see her eyes. "If you like that sort of thing" She said. Getting up from her sitting position, she circled him, noting the weak tone of his body. Deciding not to mess with this one, as it was a waste of time, she merely sat down again. "What do you want beast? Do you not know who you are talking too? Saying in a raspy tone. Flicking her tail in impatience, she waited for this, this monsters reply. Ha, he was her slave after all. Why not, she decided, make him dance? Dance like the devil.