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05-26-2014, 08:46 PM
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05-27-2014, 10:25 AM
It was the wet winter rain that sprinkled down upon his ivory form. Slight irritation clouded his usual happy attitude, his thick fur beginning to dampen and stick to his form. A soft sigh passed from the yearlings maw, hoping that the cover of the trees would lessen the amount of water that settled on his fur. The cover of the trees allowed slight covering, although he still was getting damp. A huff sounded as he shook his bodice, ridding some the liquid that clung to him. He wanted to find somewhere out of this rain, the chill of winter would make him surly catch a cold.
The whisperings of the forest teased his ears with something of a calmer matter, of naps during the cold winter days. Longing to join the little creatures, he hunted for a place to remain dry. A hollowed log caught his attention, bringing a small smile to his black lippids. Trotting over, he was about to crawl in when an ash and ivory form caught his attention. Oh, so this area was already claimed? His desperate need to get out of the rain made him clear his throat. He could tell from the scent that it was a female who had lay claim to his hiding hole. "Is there room for one more, m'lady?" He asked in his usual gentlemanly manner. Dipping down his white head, his golden eyes taking in her wondrous form. The young wolf knew without a doubt that he had stumbled upon a beautiful lady. Just his luck.
05-27-2014, 10:55 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-27-2014, 10:55 AM by Nephele.)
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06-11-2014, 02:16 PM
He stood in the freezing rain, shaking his damp body to try and rid all the rain as he watched the pale female before him. They had similar coats, both an iridescent white with stained muzzles, and eye markings. The female's was way more extravagant than his own, a crescent moon shining from her ear to the corner of her gray muzzle. When she was asked for room she spoke, although her bodice did not move to make room for the yearling. He would not push her, and stayed in his position outside of the stump. Hunkering his body closer to the earth, he laid upon the ground as he waited, his yellow eyes inspecting her brilliant sapphire eyes. She was quite the beautiful wolf, he would be kidding himself if he did not admit that. But there was more to her pretty face, he could tell by her mannerism, by her speech and the gaze that hid under those eyes of hers.
Bass dipped his head when she gave him the right to know her name, a faint smile dancing upon his black lips. "Pleasure Nephele Elyius, I am Bass Destruction." Tacking on his last name was a habit now, seeming as a lot of wolves at the same heritage as him. A long line of Destruction's seemed to inhabit Alacritis. Fluffing out his thick winter fur, the brute simply awaited to be welcomed into the hollow log. Pushing was not something that this brute did, even more so when there was a female in question. She was a lady and would be treated as much.