Some real trouble
She approached the water and didn't hesitate as she entered up to her belly into it. She dropped her head letting her tongue lapp up the water. It was cold from where it flowed down from the north but she didn't mind. It was extremely quiet here and she found that a slight bit unnerving but threw caution to the wind and smacked her front right leg into the water, creating an echoing splash.
Faite as Jewell's guardian is allowed in any and all her threads regardless of the tag. She may enter as she see's fit.
All of Jewell's French will have a span title over it, hover for translations.
A sadistic grin spread across the male's lips as he moved through the deluge, working his limbs steadily. His golden eyes gleamed with a sickening madness, for the male wasn't right in the head. He loved pain... both giving it and dishing it out. He licked his fangs, searching, praying for something... and that was when he caught the scent of a young female. Ahh, she seemed perfect. About the age of his first victim... perhaps...
Forsaken quickened his pace until he saw the dame... and then stopped dead in his tracks. What the fuck was this? She was... certainly different. Like... almost Ganta different. Forsaken narrowed his eyes, letting out a quiet growl, far enough from the young maiden that she wouldn't hear just yet. No, for now he could act as a gentleman... get him to the island... and then he'd have his fun.
"A bit cool to go swimming yet, is it not? Or is the water warm enough here?" Forsaken called, throwing up his mask. His tail wagged back and forth, but out of the thought of pain, not friendliness.
The approach of a male went unnoticed by her. She was just having fun making splashes in the water. She figured maybe next time she came here she could see if Rory wanted to come. he was fun last time she spent time with him, though the twins thing still thoroughly confused her. Like how could you have two of the same yet not the same. A voice behind her had her turning to face the owner of the voice. Her tail lifted from the water, soaked, and wagged at him in a friendly manner. Her eyes showed her excitement at meeting a new friend potentially. She moved with a few hops to be closer, close enough to forget personal boundaries. She gave him a huge grin and one word, her accent thick. "Greet!" She didn't understand everything he said so she just made due with what she did know for sure. Her tail never stopped wagging. She was truly probably one of the most friendly wolves ever and had never learned a thing about stranger danger. She did her best to tell him that the water was cold but her sentences were choppy at best. "Water cold, Jewell not mind. Jewell play!" Walk, "Talk" Think |
Faite as Jewell's guardian is allowed in any and all her threads regardless of the tag. She may enter as she see's fit.
All of Jewell's French will have a span title over it, hover for translations.
“I’m Ariet Lore… You’re a pack wolf, huh? You know my brother has a pack too. Do you want to come meet him with me? We can play games on the way there and back to your pack. Ganta and I just LOVE games.” Was the girl as simple as she looked, as easy to trick? If she wanted to play… he could play alright. But once they started the games HE liked he doubted she’d have very much fun. Forsaken offered an even larger smile. "You'll be nice and safe with us. What do you say, friend?"
She gave him a huge smile as she looked upon him. He was so much bigger than her but that didn't matter. She had a new friend! She couldn't wait until she told her momma. Faite would be so happy, especially since Aldric poofed. She could bring him home and she could meet him too. He seemed really nice. She gave a vigorous nod when he asked if her name was Jewell, her smile couldn't of gotten any bigger either. Her tail thumped wildly as she watched him go down to the water and her ears perked as he spoke. His name was Ariet Lore and he had a brother, who had a pack. The context made her pause. Was that what the group she lived in was formally called in the English tongue? A pack. "Mom Faite boss home pack. She friend Ganta too? Jewell want friend Ganta too! Ariet Lore Jewell friend!", she was excited enough that she bounced towards him once more. one hop and she dropped into a play bow as she had so many times with Faite. His mention of games caught her attention completely then, plus it seemed he wanted her to adventure with him. She gave an excited bark at him. It wasn't that she was stupid, she just tended to be naive and childlike so much that it over road so many other things. "Play teach Jewell english?! Or Ariet Lore teach new game?!" The thoughts excited her to no end. She loved playing the games her and Faite and Faite's children played. Though she was usually the observer of such games. "Jewell go adventure, Ariet Lore, Ganta meet Faite for dinner!" She didn't even know the danger she was putting herself in or that she had unknowingly given away something that could potentially save her with this male. Walk, "Talk" Think |
Faite as Jewell's guardian is allowed in any and all her threads regardless of the tag. She may enter as she see's fit.
All of Jewell's French will have a span title over it, hover for translations.