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War drums rang through the air as hearty paws fell upon the dry earth. The sun beat down on the behemoth unfortunately. Causing the being to be in quite a mood. A horrid sneer stained across her inky lips, causing her muzzle to ripple ever so slightly. The symmetry in her expression was weak due to the gentle twitch of the opposing side. The beast squinted her way through the clearing. Questions weaving in and out of her illustrious mind. 'When I am a fucking God I will swallow it whole.' The woman referred to the sun itself, her ears flicking as the thought slipped from her mind. The crimson gaze swept across the dry land, she obviously found nothing of exact interest. Causing her facial expression to remain the same as she continued on. That multi-toned tail slightly erect as always, for her stance was usually dominant as can be. Those narrowed eyes finally feasted upon a boulder that was covered in a creeping weed. She snorted softly before slithering her way towards the resting place. Eventually rearing up on her hind legs to leap upon the surface. The beast circled for a few moments before finally plopping down upon her thrown. Laying there with a dismal look upon her visage. Her head rested upon her two front paws. The sneer dissipating as she seemed to relax ever so slightly. The heavy bitch had been on her paws all day, she was glad to have a smidgen of relaxation. For, the behemoth was unfamiliar with the south, but out of sheer boredom she decided to explore the wretched depths of the warm lands. During her time of relaxation her eyes eventually fell upon a flower. A wildflower. It was of orange coloration, likely some sort of weed. Yet, it caught the beings attention. Her knack for finding beautiful things struck once again. When her gaze met that flower it never left. Her attention was completely consumed by the flimsy thing. Watching as the stem barely held its place as the wind blowed around them. The petals dancing, threatening to expose weakness but they held on. Her furrowed brows wiggled gently, she was internally routing for it to survive the weather. Yet, she did not act, for the woman merely watched it all play out. A delicious picture of a beautiful thing barely hanging on by a thread but inevitably making it due to its sturdy roots. A small smile could be seen as it slipped across those jet black lips, exposing her yellowing teeth in return. "Talk" You Think |
ooc: set before 'Blue Leaves' - making note for timeline sake
The beast stood tall in the middle of a crumbled away temple; the deteriorated structure likely having been here for ages, though it's stone now barely managed to pierce the veil of ivy that engulfed it. It might have once been the heart of the ancient city lying in ruins here in the God's Garden, but for now it was simply a mine field of obstacles for the brute to trip over as he followed the trail of a particularly unfortunate fox.
He'd been traveling between the two continents for some time now, though he always seemed to remain in either Southern Boreas or Northern Auster. While Boreas' temperatures were on the rise, Auster's were steadily dropping but that didn't stop the chokehold of humidity that loomed in the air. He was used to such conditions, but that wasn't to say that he was immune. The jungle wolf found himself pacing his running in an effort to not starve his mighty lungs, which was the precise reason he simply stood there in the midst of ruin while catching his breath.
The fox's scent was faint here, but he was confident in his ability to determine which way it had gone. After his moment of rest, the beast's sturdy limbs finally began to move once again; large paws carrying him effortlessly across the overgrowth and over crumbled collections of stone. When the prints of another wolf struck him by surprise in softer dirt, he stopped immediately and chose to inspect it's origin. Whoever it was had a heavy footprint, leaving him to believe they were a larger wolf. He craned his neck to collect any lingering scents still attached and pulled away with knowledge of yet another female. Why always females? He seemed to have been getting himself into enough trouble with them lately, but yet he could not reign in the compelling effects of his curiosity.
He changed course, no longer hunting a fox but another wolf as he followed her trail back into the city. It wasn't long before he stumbled upon her, quite literally. He'd been moving so fast that by the time he did see her, he was less than five feet from her and in clear view. There was no hiding himself from her, so he simply stopped in his tracks and lifted his ears, watching her with his piercing red eyes while he gauged for her reaction to his company. He did not expect to find her resting, though he assumed that by doing so she had been traveling for some time and needed a moment to recollect herself.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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The bleeding gaze remained upon the undying battle. Flower versus wind. Who would win? So far the wind was kicking the flowers ass. Every few seconds the poor thing would be flailing in the breeze, those roots struggling to keep it within the earth. - A sickening smile was spread across the beasts uneven lips, her tongue idly slipping across her fangs to lubricate her light pink gums. Her ears were perked, but she was not listening to that around her, she was merely listening to the wind as it swept past. It made a gentle hum, a familiar hum that she loved. It was a wonderful relief from the warmth around her. Even if it was cooling down as the time went on, it still felt much different from what the winter loving Wolf was use to. The Buffoon. - Padfalls met her ears as they drew rather close. She was so focused on her little scene that she seemed to miss the fact that a behemoth had fallen upon her resting place. Schon felt his own dripping gaze fall upon her rather large form. The woman ripped her eyes from her enjoyment to meet the creature the interrupted her serenity. A little ripple could be seen upon her lips as the skin lifted in a gentle snarl. Yet, she seemed to calm down soon enough, mentally talking herself out of being a heathenous bitch up front. As her eyes ravaged his form she remained completely expressionless, for she was too focused on his outward appearance. Large. Scarred. Dark. Male. After a good thirty seconds the being's eyes narrowed even more. An internal battle forming. The bitch slowly stood on her paws, it taking a little longer then normal due to fatigue and lets face it. She was getting old. The gruffly hag stared at him as she easily stepped from her throne. Cutting two feet from the distance they had between them, now standing at three. Her jaws opened to allow her drama ridden vocals to meet the wind. "You fucked up my show." A little snort could be heard at the end of her statement. Snot flying from her nose shamelessly. The woman stood with her ears twitching to flick back and her tail erect to show that she was a rather dominant being. The woman allowed for her paws to flex enough for those rotten nails to poke into the dirt below. Her tongue rolled from her salivating jowls to slither across her dry lips. As the fleshy bit slid back into its place she sputtered forth some more of her enlightening tones. "I was viewing the enriching battle of wind and flower. The flower was winning, but the wind was making a great attempt. A beautiful thing really, observing the natural beauty of this dreadful wasteland." Her lip twitched again as she spoke, "But, a great hulking beast decided to ruin it all." Schon stared at the man, allowing for her crimson gaze to pinpoint directly into his eyes. "I suppose you are about to enlighten me with some sort of hostility or horribly dull response as to why you destroyed my viewing of that pretty pretty thing." Her voice was that of a witch, varying with tone as she spewed forth certain words and lines. It was as dramatic as one could get, but it was all so real within her demon ridden mind. Her final statement was spat with a sense of boredom, yet laced with that familiar venom. "Spare me." "Talk" You Think |