Bang One
09-12-2015, 11:06 AM
Linkin Park - Homecoming
BIC:: The young brute found himself out exploring again. Surreal's conversation had convinced him to remain in the West for right now, simply because he was interested in the history that it held. This land belonged to her. It belonged to her family. They'd played for blood enough times to earn that much. Even an outsider like him could see that plan as day. He wanted to see all the different things this place had to offer, but for now, his curiosity held him here. Alacritis would have a dark undertone, it would seem. But, then again, how could he complain about such things. The history of his family had a dark undertone. He would simply adapt and overcome. As his kind always had. Not without some thrashing though, just look at all the chaos that ensued from them learning to cope with having souls put into them.
It was somewhat early in the morning. The sun had made it's way into the sky, soft yellow light filling the world, a gorgeous light blue sky overhead with a few dark clouds. A soft summer breeze flowed through, carrying with it the scent of rain. Perhaps they would be afforded a cool day of rest and relaxation. If they were, the brute would probably be running and playing in the mud, laughing and singing with pleasure. Surreal's heat had provoked him somewhat though. He'd not shown it in her presence, being a gentleman who knew how to restrain himself. But the notion had been put in his mind as to how fun it would be to have someone beside him to roll and dance and play with. Such was his nature, life was a short endevour and so Joy was how he planed to spend as much of it as he could. Some might call that childish, but again that could probably be contributed to his family history. The first generation having been entirely late bloomers. After all, they had started their lives with no souls. It was said that the Mlezi didn't breed until she was nearly seven, and that her mate had been almost nine. Times where different now though. The ability to live for two decades and some change long lost. The Binadamu and their black magic long forgotten.
Walking up to the stream, he would lower his head to lap at the water for a moment. The West was hot. It was a dry heat though so at least there was that. The thick jungles and forests he was used to made being sticky a common thing, something you got used to. He remembered well having to wash his paws every morning to get the night's crusted sweat from between his toes. It wasn't like that here, thankfully. But still, he took every chance he got to hydrate. After a moment of this, he settled onto his rump at the water's edge, tilting his head back and raising his snout high into the air, taking in a deep breath of air through his nose, savoring the crisp morning air. Filling first his gut, then his longs. Parting his maw, he exhaled through his maw slowly. He felt content here for some reason. Despite an apparent instability, this place was beautiful. It was rich and diverse. And that made him very well pleased.
BIC:: The young brute found himself out exploring again. Surreal's conversation had convinced him to remain in the West for right now, simply because he was interested in the history that it held. This land belonged to her. It belonged to her family. They'd played for blood enough times to earn that much. Even an outsider like him could see that plan as day. He wanted to see all the different things this place had to offer, but for now, his curiosity held him here. Alacritis would have a dark undertone, it would seem. But, then again, how could he complain about such things. The history of his family had a dark undertone. He would simply adapt and overcome. As his kind always had. Not without some thrashing though, just look at all the chaos that ensued from them learning to cope with having souls put into them.
It was somewhat early in the morning. The sun had made it's way into the sky, soft yellow light filling the world, a gorgeous light blue sky overhead with a few dark clouds. A soft summer breeze flowed through, carrying with it the scent of rain. Perhaps they would be afforded a cool day of rest and relaxation. If they were, the brute would probably be running and playing in the mud, laughing and singing with pleasure. Surreal's heat had provoked him somewhat though. He'd not shown it in her presence, being a gentleman who knew how to restrain himself. But the notion had been put in his mind as to how fun it would be to have someone beside him to roll and dance and play with. Such was his nature, life was a short endevour and so Joy was how he planed to spend as much of it as he could. Some might call that childish, but again that could probably be contributed to his family history. The first generation having been entirely late bloomers. After all, they had started their lives with no souls. It was said that the Mlezi didn't breed until she was nearly seven, and that her mate had been almost nine. Times where different now though. The ability to live for two decades and some change long lost. The Binadamu and their black magic long forgotten.
Walking up to the stream, he would lower his head to lap at the water for a moment. The West was hot. It was a dry heat though so at least there was that. The thick jungles and forests he was used to made being sticky a common thing, something you got used to. He remembered well having to wash his paws every morning to get the night's crusted sweat from between his toes. It wasn't like that here, thankfully. But still, he took every chance he got to hydrate. After a moment of this, he settled onto his rump at the water's edge, tilting his head back and raising his snout high into the air, taking in a deep breath of air through his nose, savoring the crisp morning air. Filling first his gut, then his longs. Parting his maw, he exhaled through his maw slowly. He felt content here for some reason. Despite an apparent instability, this place was beautiful. It was rich and diverse. And that made him very well pleased.
09-12-2015, 02:09 PM
The young girl would move with purpose through the western part of Alacritia. She had left Fiori with her sisters, but she still needed to go back to talk with Amalia and Athena about her choice. She respected both women, loved them dearly, and would do anything for them. They were her second set of parents, keeping her safe as she was growing up. The girl respected them deeply, but she was also very glad to be reunited with Ellisa and Sorya. They were her world now, and the girl couldn't imagine going on without them. Ritselli would pad on through the summer warmth, breathing in the scents of strangers. One in particular was fresher, on her path. The girl's gentle gaze would shine a bit brighter, and she would quicken her step as she sought the stranger out. Sometimes all a wolf wanted was to talk to another, to have a friend. Right now that was all Ritselli wanted anyway. The girl would eventually spot a man by the stream. He looked calm, almost as if he was in a serene place. The girl would look around, taking in the beauty. It was indeed a wonderful place. She would approach the male, calling out softly. "Mind some company?" |
| Table by:: Shelby |
09-12-2015, 07:08 PM
Linkin Park - Homecoming
BIC:: A small smile would come to the brute's maw as he heard the soft voice breach his ears. Lowering his maw from the skyward position, he would turn and look toward the creature appearing at this right side. A bit of surprise would strike him as he beheld the smaller female. She was young. Younger than even he was. It wasn't his place to judge, though. He wasn't much older than she when he set off into the wilderness. It had had it's cost though, that was evident by the scars on his face, and the missing half of his ear. His vibrantly colored eyes meeting hers, he would point his nose to the ground beside him. "I'd love some." She was a cute thing at that. Obito couldn't help but note that when she came of age she would be a very sought after female. He, on the other hand, his scars could be somewhat of a put off to some.
With a pleasant wag of his tail he would settle into a laying position, taking note of her scent. She smelt like him, like the wilderness. An unclaimed. It was a curious notion, what with all the different packs around here. Surely a female that held such promise as her could easily find a haven here to stay safe. But the same could be said of Obito. Given his shear scale, he would make an excellent addition to any pack, if for no other reason than the fact that he would make a fine breeder. So, she could very well have her reasons just the same as he. With a polite smile as a warm tone of voice, he spoke again. "So what brings you out so far on your own, my friend" It seemed an innocent enough question, four all his intelligence, Obito was quite bad as sparking conversation with random strangers. He has been raised in a tightly bound family group so it probably didn't aid him any in that category.
BIC:: A small smile would come to the brute's maw as he heard the soft voice breach his ears. Lowering his maw from the skyward position, he would turn and look toward the creature appearing at this right side. A bit of surprise would strike him as he beheld the smaller female. She was young. Younger than even he was. It wasn't his place to judge, though. He wasn't much older than she when he set off into the wilderness. It had had it's cost though, that was evident by the scars on his face, and the missing half of his ear. His vibrantly colored eyes meeting hers, he would point his nose to the ground beside him. "I'd love some." She was a cute thing at that. Obito couldn't help but note that when she came of age she would be a very sought after female. He, on the other hand, his scars could be somewhat of a put off to some.
With a pleasant wag of his tail he would settle into a laying position, taking note of her scent. She smelt like him, like the wilderness. An unclaimed. It was a curious notion, what with all the different packs around here. Surely a female that held such promise as her could easily find a haven here to stay safe. But the same could be said of Obito. Given his shear scale, he would make an excellent addition to any pack, if for no other reason than the fact that he would make a fine breeder. So, she could very well have her reasons just the same as he. With a polite smile as a warm tone of voice, he spoke again. "So what brings you out so far on your own, my friend" It seemed an innocent enough question, four all his intelligence, Obito was quite bad as sparking conversation with random strangers. He has been raised in a tightly bound family group so it probably didn't aid him any in that category.
10-08-2015, 01:39 PM
The other surely looked as though he had his hardships in life. A missing portion of an ear, scars... He surely looked as though he had it rough. But she was not necessarily afraid. No, Ritselli was not one to judge on looks and appearances either. She would breathe in, taking a seat by the man. He wasn’t really all that bad looking, if one looked past his scarring. Poor guy. She had to wonder what had caused such scaring in the first place, to be honest. Her tail would curl around her body and she would speak in a soft tone. “Currently I’m looking for my sister. We were separated some time ago. Although... There are some other family members I’ve been separated from.” Her smile would fade to a frown for a long moment, but then it would return again. “You haven’t met a femme by the name of Ellisa Sotakiu-Silenci by chance have you?” |
| Table by:: Shelby |