crap starter. sorry D:

Change. It was not something the ebony woman enjoyed and yet it seemed to happen time and time again. Her years were not halting, but instead moving forward - fast, and she simply could not get a grip on it. With her time now she found herself wandering up until finding this place. The cold being the main thing that drew her forth as she did not enjoy the heat of the sun beating against her back in any place, never mind one she did not know. Ebony lips pulled over ivory fangs to display her distaste and annoyance her paws sore from walking so much up until the point of her being able to do it no longer. The woman came to a halt with her smoldering hues now settled on the terrain before her. Large glaciers emerged from the earth to steal the suns ray's as the light illuminated off the light snow beneath her paws. It was then she found herself to look down at her own ivory mitts as they blended into the snow. The coolness beneath them made the swelling feel less painful and in turn her less irritable. With the wind blowing against her face and pelt she reclined back until she could feel the cold earth under her rump. Banner pulled across her hide and tucked closest to her hind paws to provide slight warmth. There was little to nothing going through her mind - this place did provide some kind of peace and tranquility. Company was not something she often shared nor would she find herself to be anyone's entertainment. Faina was not usually a good acquaintance in most situations  she was very to herself and about herself to worry about the well being anyone else. Selfish perhaps, but it was what she had grown to learn and to become. No one ever put any effort to worry about her so why should she do the same? A heavy sigh formed within her breast before leaving her lips - the heat of her breath creating thick fog in the air. She would remain here for some time up until she found something better to do with her time. "speech"

Table by Cal

Poser is, for all intents and purposes, recruiting. He was going to bring home whoever he saw fit to join the most elite club this world had ever seen. The man himself is an absolute Adonis, why wouldn't he want to be surrounded by those that would fawn over him, those that would fight for his attention. He needs more men in his life. Gorgeous ones. He would fill his club with things he liked to look at, and he would be more than pleased with that for the duration of his days-- what a novel concept, right? Collect things to surround himself by. Boys. Boys everywhere. They would all love each other, okay? Okay cool. Other than the ones he loved on his own, those would be his and only his. That's the only rule. Few rules leads to a happier pack. Poser crosses through to the frozen north, the frozen... field? Was that really what they called this place? It was so literal. Whatever. His head is high as he crosses into the place, a certain chuckle resonating in his throat. How lovely he feels, and how ready he is to stumble upon the next marble statue to add to his collection. He'd collect them all if he could, take them home, stand them up around the castle. They were far less needy that way too. The whole "being stone" thing probably didn't help a hell of a lot. There's a girl out here. She's dark, like he is, and Poser catches her a long way off. The shadow moves with a certain elegance that cannot be matched by wolves-- he's something else. Long limbed, delicate faced, absolutely gorgeous-- Russian wolfhound. That whole Russian thing, he's kept that part in the most literal and unfortunate manner, but that's okay. He's okay with that in the long run. From his long way off, the man barks once. It's a greeting, tail wagging as he moves toward her, a shadow on ice. "What's a pretty girl like you doing alone in a place like this?" His words are gentle, his voice high and nearly androgynous. The Russian accent, too, that had never faded plays with his words. Poser is always playing. Such is typical for the shadow, but he's pleased to see the woman where she stands. She's not as pretty as him. He is safe. your charged touch poser breathy way of saying my name

Audits twitched as she hears the crunching paws against earth, but her smoldering hues do not search for a face just yet. She waits until he makes himself known not only by scent, but by a subtle bark to make her aware of his presence. Then and only then does her muzzle tilt ever so slightly to find his gaze - burning into him with no emotion pressed against her lips. His words like salt on a wound which nearly made her wince. So forward and clumsy. Was this his way of trying to charm her? Of course his sexuality that did not fair woman was not to her knowledge so as of now she was left only to assume. "It is free land, is it not? Or am I not welcome in a place such as this?" She questions with a gaze that does not falter. "I did not know how one looked dictated where they were allowed to travel," she was sarcastic and little did she care for his company as of now, but while in it she would simply pretend. His accented Russian tones would not go unnoticed nor would her own with the venom that slipped from her lips. She would not speak to him in her foreign tongue however, and as of now she did not have much more to say to him. Banner would flick behind her in uncertainty. If they were all made like this then she was not sure this place was worth calling home. Smoldering orbs settled on the backdrop behind him for only a second before finding him again. While her features did not show she was intrigued they did shift slightly into curiosity. What brought him here and what made him so bold to approach her? Brows furrowed against darkened features now only left to play the waiting game. They would go back and forth with an exchange of questions and answers she was sure ... that was until she grew bored. "speech"

Table by Cal

There is nothing clumsy about Poser, and he finds the very notion offensive. Personally offensive. He's high headed and elegant, high strung and forward. Brash. There's something that runs in his veins and it tastes like pure chaos. Every movement the shadow makes positively drips with it, fills up with this... awareness. Striking awareness that he is him, and that everyone else would never be as good as he was. Ha. Pity. Poser's posture is upright as he smirks at the creature. Though she is bigger, he's faster and never scared. The only thing that could get him were the monsters in his head. No one else was actually going to drive him to falter. Poser was the only one that could destroy himself. Sapphire eyes burn as the woman speaks, and he narrows them considerably. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of humor, solnyshko." High headed and light on his feet, Poser is nearly dripping with something... unattainable. He's always been bold, he will always be bold. Brash. Confident. He's found his way to the north on his exploring, and it's keeping him... on his toes. Things are strange here, and he would very much like to return to Auster, but there's something at hand. There's a woman at hand, and she's starting to bore him. In need of constant mental stimulation, this situation is failing him already. "So what are you like, doing here?" Poser's head tosses-- he doesn't really care, but he'd take a page from Aeru's book. She liked to meet people, and maybe he could have some sort of information for her when he next encountered her. When she returned home? What a lovely notion. She would make such a good spy, but his mind is dragged back to the task at hand. Poser would look at the stranger with interest, waiting for her reply. He would try to set phasers to fun friendly. That would work, right? your charged touch poser breathy way of saying my name

Hey, just wanted to let you know the drop shadow on your table is hard to read. <3

I apologize, I hope this is better!

'Sarcasm is the lowest form of humor, solnyshko,' "and yet there was not a lick of humor on my tongue, nor does it run through my bones." It was then she shifted closer though there was still a good distance between them - smoldering hues burning into the ice blue gaze of the man. Just as she was no humorous nor was he, "you aren't very fun company," she hissed, but it was not to be mistaken that she did not mind if he would decide to leave. The ebony woman knew that more then likely that would not be any time soon and while she could leave herself she found it unnecessary. She was here first and had a right of way in this place, or so she claimed to herself, and therefore no paw of hers would be find retreating from simply him being there. When he questioned what she was doing here a brow simply rose at him as though she was surprised he even asked. What did he care? To be rather honest with herself she knew he didn't - so what was with the small talk. "Living," and since he did not enjoy her low form of humor that was all she would feed him. "Don't pretend as though you are interested in my company," straightforward was all Faina knew how to be due to her childhood. Growing up with brothers did not make it easy to beat around the bush as one would say as they would constantly call her out on her bullshit. Now it was her turn to call him out on his. Audits flickered forward upon her ashen crown and from there she remained silent as she had nothing more to say. She was not here to entertain him and she would let that be well understood. "speech"

Table by Cal

"You must be a hell of a lot of fun at parties." Poser's sapphire eyes roll, and he sighs. There's nothing inelegant about anything he does-- it would kill him. It would absolutely slaughter him to be anything less than handsome and refined, but here is this girl bringing out the worst in him. A more volatile version of this creature would have up and bopped her, but he settles. You had to be political. You had to be polite. He's putting his alpha pants on and thinking like one. It's a moment of personal growth, and he hates himself for it. His elegance remains as he sits on his haunches, head cocked to the side. "What else would I be interested in?" A sigh would have heaved through his chest, but Poser hasn't eaten recently. The man wouldn't dare show it-- his ribs would spring beneath his silky coat. Have to be careful. Have to keep your cards close to your chest, don't dare show weakness. Everything about Poser is... careful. Always had been, always will be. A breeze picks up around their shoulders, a chill racing down the canine's spine. Something was always a little strange when it came to Poser, and he seemed to attract the strangest people. It didn't matter. This would be fine for now. He'd fill the ranks of the Club eventually. It would take time. There was always more time. your charged touch poser breathy way of saying my name