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01-09-2019, 02:43 AM (This post was last modified: 01-09-2019, 02:45 AM by Acere.)

A lot had been plaguing his mind as of late. The alabaster male made his way out of Abaven, not a word said to anyone. Crimson gaze was as clear and as fierce as ever. Though his heart remained heavy for the death of his niece, he would make his brother pay for her life. One way or another. While he wanted to focus on that, he knew that now wasn't the time. Actaea and Ignis still needed him, so they became his primary focus. They had been since Elias abandoned them all. And yet...there were some that still dared follow the bastard. He snorted, tail lashing the more he thought about it. Their time would come. Not now...but it would.

He moved among the rocks in the field that lied near Abaven lands, heading nowhere in particular nor with any real goal in mind for today. He wanted to clear his head, to focus on what really needed it. He could feel the prodding at the back of his mind, the demons of his past threatening to break in. But he was stronger than Elias. Stronger than the demons. They would not come in unless he opened the door. And if he did open that door? Well...those demons would no doubt either destroy him, or aid him in destroying those that didn't deserve to live.

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01-16-2019, 01:49 AM
a bit of pp? hope it is ok.

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All that could be seen in front of the mortuary goddess was the silhouetted dark shape of the rising rocks and boulders that adorned the area surrounding her, rolling on for miles and miles to an end. In the darkness, the unexpected scent reached her, of honey- heather- and- gorse bush that seemed to be embroidered into the very landscape. Something sounded against the slick, slightly frozen bush and an auburn fox was suddenly visible. The frightened creature stared at her with it sharp, noble eyes and so it began the chase. It was only a sport for her and she was good at it, mile-long legs carried her across the rocky terrain, one could swear she was floating fore her pads did not seem to touch the earth. Running over loose fragments of ice her teacup pads were slipping more than she dared to admit but she needed this; needed to feel the adrenaline pumping through her, her heart beating a tattoo against her own bodice. It was a sport. One that she might have won if it was not for the mere moment she gazed back at a slippery fragment of ice she almost slipped on and collided head on with something massive and muscular.

Hear my voice


come with me where the moon is made of gold
Flowers in Chania

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01-25-2019, 02:03 AM


His thoughts absorbed him. Taking him into another world of thought. He didn't know what he was going to do. For himself. For Ignis. For Actaea. He knew he wanted to keep them safe, and while Abaven was perhaps one of the safest places, there was always a threat that loomed over it. The rest of the members didn't seem wholly dedicated, and it wondered if they were still recovering from the Abraxas occupation that he had heard about, or perhaps the fact that Shaye was leading them. She wasn't a bad leader as far as he saw, but they didn't seem to have the motivation they should have. And perhaps Shaye and Rhyme were failing in that aspect.

Thoughts and ideas began to brew in his mind, but before he could actually formulate a solid plan, something crashed heavily into his side and caused him to stumble to the ground from the force. The scent of another wolf washed over him, so he immediately recovered his footing and turned to face whoever it was with a snarl and raised hackles as he prepared for a fight. He would be no easy target if someone thought they could ambush him like that.

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01-25-2019, 06:49 PM
a bit of pp? hope it is ok.

nephthys
The ache was dull, as if some lazy torturer was standing right behind the bronze Goddess, only applied enough pressure to be an annoyance. It sat there, just to the side of her right temple toward the neck. She could imagine it would be like laying on a large glass marble; perhaps at first it would be pleasant yet soon it would be just like this pain of hers. Faex! (Shit!) the babe spatted venemously; her balance was torn due to the collision and it sent her right on her haunches as her bum slammed the ivory ground. Irrumabo si quid agis? (What the fuck where you doing?) she spatted, narrowing her fiery orange optics that were swimming in a pool of violet. Her gaze locked onto the brute, male, she made a quick mental note, before taking him in. Confusion must have washed over the ivory man just as it did to her fore he was offering nothing but aggressive signals. Did this man think she was out to get him?

Hear my voice


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Flowers in Chania

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01-28-2019, 12:16 PM




Foreign words fell on his ears, he didn't understand. He stared down his potential attacker  a woman many times smaller than him but intricately decorated. He stood his ground, hackles still raised and his teeth bared in a snarl. He didn't know what she was doing or what her motives were, so he remained in a defensive position just in case. Only he wouldn't back off unless her intentions were peaceful. Crimson gaze never left her own, his mind battling with itself as he debated whether he should attack first or wait till she moved.

He was falling into the grip of curiosity though. What had she said? He lowered his head over his throat, just in case the smaller woman decided to attack him. After a few moments of a stare down, he gave in to his curiosity. He wanted to know what she said. "What...did you say?" He questioned, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"speech"  




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02-03-2019, 06:50 AM
nephthys
The autumn babe gazed upon this male, registering his appearance into the back of her mind; ashen, muscular, many times taller than her own however if this came down to become an ugly mess she could use her smaller frame and flexibility to her advantage. Her muscles tensed under his very own eyes as her elongated, luxurious tail curled on her slender, lithe spine higher and higher. The bronze Goddess dominated over the others the very day she was born, her posture one of grace and royalty but life thought he it is a wolf eating wolf world out here and you have to eat in order to survive.

The next words that fell from the other mouth were nothing but curious, surprising even. Was he not aware of her tongue? What a load of crap this place was, not one single Latin speaking wolf but one would have assumed so, she was originally from far far away. I said what the irrumabo are you doing here? (fuck) she purred she honied sonnates dripped in acid, dark, edgy, malice clear in her voice as she straightened her posture, hackles raised to alter her defences.

Hear my voice


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Flowers in Chania

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02-15-2019, 04:18 AM


They seemed to be at a stalemate during the last few moments. The pair facing off against one another as they seemed to try and figure out the situation. He had been minding his own business until she had run into him, though slowly he began to realize that it was probably no more than a mistake. Even so, his curiosity had caused him to more or less stand down. And though she replied, her voice was anything but kind. Which set him on edge. What the hell was it about all these moody females he kept coming across? She vaguely reminded him about the silver-toned woman - Leera - and the brief thought of them being potential sisters crossed his mind. Especially considering their similar hostile moods and their snarky attitudes. But this woman seemed to outclass the other with all the intricate trinkets hanging off of her, and even the elongated tail and her appearance were far different. Though they were close in size...that was perhaps the only other similarity he could see between them.

She repeated what she said in his language, though judging by the single word that wasn't common tongue, he could only guess that it wasn't something nice. "I still don't know what that means, but if I had to guess...it wasn't very nice." He growled. He took a step back. Hopefully, that would indicate he wasn't there to fight her unless of course, she started something. Then he would finish it. "What you spoke before wasn't the common tongue. What was it?"

"Speak"




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03-14-2019, 12:32 AM
Perhaps this was a misunderstanding, it must be. Fiery orange optics roamed over the male physique and she could see him relax in her presence, little bit at a time. Her muscles remained tensed however a ghost smile graced her beautiful facial feature as the male questioned her exotic, mother-language. Irrumabo means fuck. she paused in her words with a smirk Like one would do to bed another. she eyed him closely and found herself relaxing more as time passed. I apologize for stumbling into you earlier. she offered her sultry purrs to him, foreign accents thick on her tongue It is called Latin. she shifted her weight, I come from far away and Latin is our mother tongue. she began drawing with her right teacup pad. The land of Boreas was vast, she decided to mark it with an X, of course. After all, X marks the spot each and every single time. Far towards the West, over the almighty Ocean , to which she symbolized in waves, was Egypt, her homelands. She could not help the nostalgia that crashed over her in waves and decided to plant another ghost smile upon full, succulent lips. She marked egypt with a circle. This is the origin. she purred softly, warmth cascading from her ebon lips as she no longer hold any ill nature towards him.

Speech
Flowers in Chania

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03-30-2019, 02:46 PM


"Irrumabo means fuck," Ears twitched at the familiarity of the common word. Of course, he should have guessed that easily enough. "Like one would do to bed another." Okay, that wasn't the definition he was expecting to hear. He never used the word in that way before. He was more gentlemanly than that and had never really used the term in a deragotory manner without good reason. Even so, he learned how to say something in another language, at least. "Interesting choice of words," He murmured with humor. Of course, he would have said the same in the situation at hand. The exotic woman apologized for running into him, so the alabaster giant nodded his head. "It's quite alright. I apologize for my...reaction. You surprise me, is all."

She told him that what she had spoken was Latin, the mother tongue of what he assumed to be where she was from. Sure enough, the babe started to draw something in the dirt. He moved a little closer as he watched her draw what he assumed was a rough map of where she had come from. While the map was small in scale, he knew the world was vast. He recognized what she drew, with the ocean separating Boreas from her own homeland. "You're from overseas," He would comment, glancing at her. It made sense. Most exotic wolves he had seen were often from overseas. His curiosity was piqued then. "I am not from these lands, either. I came from more tropical lands, in the jungle." He moved his paw to the eastern side of her map, drawing mountains far beyond Boreas and making his own X well past them where his birth home was. He studied it for a moment before nodding with satisfaction. "I'll be honest. My birth pack knew the language, but I left well before I was a yearling so I didn't get the chance to learn it."

"Speak"




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04-03-2019, 03:23 AM
His choice of closing the distance between the two of them was followed by a faint smile spreading upon the cinammon vixen pretty maw. She found herself enjoying his company even though they got off on the wrong paw at first. How long was it since she last had company? Far too long, that was sure. Besides,such a fine speciment of a man was hard to encounter. Everybody fucks. A smirk curled the right corner of her succulent, full lips at the thought before he began to part his lips, auditory system flickering in earnest at his every word. Yes. From Egypt. she offered softly, angelic words rolling from her tongue with ease as thick accent lingered through, heavy on her ebon lips. Ah, the climate of our homelands seem to be different. she mused before leaning closely, shoulder brushing against his own as fiery orange optics gazed upon his own drawing. If the gesture was allowed, their furs would mingle together until you would not know whos was who. You had come a long way, mister... her attention returned to him. She batted her long, ebon eyelashes acting like a veil, expectingly.

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Flowers in Chania

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