can't stop the music
04-09-2014, 07:54 PM
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04-09-2014, 08:50 PM
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04-09-2014, 09:14 PM
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04-09-2014, 09:37 PM
Misha looked up at the male's thick accented voice, flicking her ear to the side. Her father had once talked like that before, but since her mother had had no accent, the genes never passed down to Misha. But her father's accent had been Irish, because he had been. And it was obvious this male was Irish as well. Although being half Irish wolf and half Russian wolf, the woman would never had gained an accent quite like her parent's. Misha looked up at the male's violet eyes, never seeing something so colorful. She flicked her ear at the male's question, standing up and shaking herself. "No.. I'm fine, for now," She said in a soft voice, sitting neatly on her haunches and placing her tail on her paws. Her blue gray gaze looked the male over, the woman's maw showing a small smile, as her blue grey optics watched the male in shy curiosity.
04-10-2014, 06:30 AM
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04-10-2014, 07:09 PM
Misha tilted her head to the side, flicking her ears around in confusion. "Fine specimen"? She thought about the words for a bit. It was confusing, very confusing. First, when with Day- and how he had been calling her beautiful.. Which she wasn't. And now with this other male that she completely didn't know- at all. Misha was sure as hell far from pretty, much less fine. Her left ear flicked and she remembered the male standing in front of her. Bard. Bard Ciaran. Misha looked up, nodding. "Misha, the name's Misha Elaine Cae." Misha yawned and looked up at the male, still fighting the thought of how he had called her 'fine colleen.'
04-10-2014, 09:25 PM
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04-10-2014, 10:09 PM
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04-11-2014, 10:14 AM
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04-12-2014, 01:42 PM
Misha would flick her ears forward, listening intently as the male shed a howl through the silent air. "You were a little sharp at the end," she said in a joking tone, blue grey pools setting onto the male. Misha wouldn't dare sing aloud in front of anyone; even if she so desired to. The red brown, white, and grey pelted fae yawned, looking around the hills. A light breeze was felt through the air and ruffled the females fur as she turned her gaze to the male known as Bard in a small smile. Her left ear would flick a bit, listening to the calming breeze as well as it flew through the barren hills. She would remember back to Day, and how she had left him ever so effortlessly. She hated herself for leaving him, and hated her all-of-a-sudden panic attacks that were so random but somewhat helpful to her.
04-21-2014, 08:22 AM
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