take me down to the fighting end
07-01-2014, 01:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-01-2014, 01:19 PM by Qanik.)
Qanik
in defense of the innocent
Qanik stood, legs braced against a strong wind, perched on the precipice of a glacial crevasse as she peered down into it. Her face was smooth, betraying none of the emotions roiling through her. Was she considering flinging herself off the cliff into the abyss? No. That sort of oblivion wasn't for her. She was a warrior, a fighter, not a coward. She faced her problems head-on, she didn't escape from them.
So why was she here? Why was she not back facing those problems? The painful emotions stirred up by the appearance of Flamesong, first unexpectedly on the border and later at the meeting, refused to be tamed, to be placed into neat categories so she could know how to deal with the problem. She didn't know how to settle this, how to decide how she felt so she could decide what had to be done.
So she was here, on the glacier field, the last place she would think anyone would think to come with this late-winter cold come in, so that she could be alone for a while, and think. If the world would allow her just this time...
cowardice is the only sin
07-01-2014, 06:42 PM
The woman was thoroughly excited It ran through her entire body down to her warm core. Shudders threatened to slither down her muscle covered spine. The woman nearly quivered as she watched her gorgeous brother trot before her. He was ever so powerful. His muscles rippled as he took each strong stride. The intensity of each step made her just get even more excited. The lady was easily filled with lust, for she had many things that set off her spark. The lady was set off by odd things. Blood. Muscles rippling. Her brother, in general. She was an excited being by nature. Yet, as she followed her eyes slipped to the other creature, her ebony and alabaster sister. A snort would be heard but no reasoning was evident. Before her lazy eyes could flick to Pan voices would be heard. Snaps here stopped as she came to a slow saunter. An alabaster girl stood before them, Pan veering off and Cascade hanging back. As Neios spoke to his little friend the girl slithered to her brothers side. Rubbing the entire length of her body until they were shoulder to shoulder. Her tongue would dart from the cage they call teeth. The pink flap of flesh danced across his right ear. A tail tickled his. Nausica then spoke, her eyes on her brother. "We have a pretty little girly." Her head would slowly shift to the snow white fae as her tongue slipped back into her mouth. "Does this little Fox have a name?" She would step up two steps while tilting her head.
07-02-2014, 11:05 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-02-2014, 11:06 PM by Qanik.)
Qanik
in defense of the innocent
A sound caught Qanik's attention, and her head turned to follow the progress of the wolves heading very purposefully in her direction. Two, toweringly huge wolves of black, one smaller with some white spotting her who held back, an albino wolverine. A pale shape that slipped around her peripherals.
The swaggering, tall male spoke thuggishly, the wolverine cackling a response. She couldn't bring herself to care enough, now, to be discreet about her distaste, staring quite stonily at the boy. Another voice whispered in her ear, and her head swung, blue eyes to stare at the pale female who had flanked her. She just didn't care.
Her brow rose with distinct skepticism at the female's demand. "He is no king of mine, little girl," she said quite clearly, very calmly, no fear but disgust coloring her words as she stared back at the fool child. She was not in the mood to be kind, today, to strangers who would taste fear.
Gaze swung back to the four others. The tall female's words drew a slow, dry laugh from her. "This is a joke? Child, it is not a very good one." The amusement had faded from her face, from her eyes, and turned to cold steel. "I am Qanik of Tortuga. What do you want?"
cowardice is the only sin