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CHALANDRA

Dusk was slipping over the land, the stars slipping into the raven coated night as the sun fell from the earth. Rouge, crimson streaks littered the sky like scattered watercolor adventures. Splashed and dripped over the white paper, staining and deepening in vibrancy, reverberating on the she-wolf's temperament, they danced over the forest. The scarlet colors entered her demeanor, a wry smirk climbing onto her muzzle as she pranced forward. The orange and yellow hues were paler than normal, distant and fading as black ink and dashes of cobalt sharpened on the canvas. A silver figure strutted among the trees, the tail raised, the posture primed. This was her debut night.

It had seemed to be weeks that passed as she traveled. The days had grown long and the temperatures dropped, snow blanketing the ground. She'd been sleeping on the edge of packs for some time, not knowing exactly where she was, yet unwilling to intrude upon an Alpha pair that would take unkindly to her innocent presence. Still, curiosity had gotten the better of her as of recent. Only yesterday she'd be chased from a pack that was now quite distant; her paws ached from the running and the hard gravel road, the dirt and pace gnawing at her endurance and replacing it with a sore fatigue. She'd slept practically half the day away in a makeshift nest of broken brambles and pine needles. Pssh. It was that little b*tch's fault she was out here. As soon as the female had seen her coming she'd snarled retribution for so much as sniffing the Alpha male. Chalandra hadn't even the time to explain her services properly. The grey vixen huffed. Stupid females.

Chalandra let her stride become loose as she entered further into the valley. She still was no closer to knowing where she was, nor did she really care. She was here for some fun tonight. Gently, she lifted her lips to the sky and tore into a single symphony. Her voice slid through the air easily, velvet tumbling into floating, lingering lyrics. The song was quick, brief, effective. It would call her male suitors with a seductive chime, flirtatious and steady. Blue glistened behind a mask of rippling silver as Chalandra stood alone in the meadow. She positioned herself delicately, her head lowered to gaze across the soft grasses. Let's go.

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[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=000000] Across the snow covered lands, far, far, from Neverland, danced a shadow that refused to grow up. He bound over mounds of fluffy white, disrupting the once wind swept surface, leaving a trail of disturbed powder in his wake. As the flakes attempted to settle back to their previous state the shadow whirled around again, snapping at the crystals before allowing the cool night breeze to carry his entertainment elsewhere. His amber eyes playfully watched their journey before shouting after them. "If you happen to make your way to Irrsin, tell Momma Kazzi I'll be missing curfew tonight. She'll understand." Zy was positive the exact opposite of what he said was true and not even magical talking snowflakes would be able to save him from what was to come. Still, she had to have seen it coming. The usually disobedient male had been respectful toward her 'stay inside Irrsin' boundaries for at least a few weeks. Staring at cave walls and talking to trees was only exciting for the first hour before it just got sad. The alphess and her equally attractive mate taking every chance to practically sex each other up in front of him wasn't making life any easier. It was only a matter of time before his wander-lust got the better of him and a night like tonight happened. Just as he pounced on another defenseless pile of half-melted snow an ever-so-plesant tune slid right through his ears. He tilted his head to get a better angle on the sound, making sure he wasn't just hearing things. 'Either I've really got to get a girlfriend, or the universe just loves me tonight.' He didn't immediately bolt in the direction of the howl, 'cause the last thing Zy wanted to come across as was desperate, even if the poor guy kind of was. For all he knew the girl didn't even want what he thought he heard her asking for, and he wasn't getting his hopes up to end up with a lost miss prissy irritated at him and asking for directions, then leaving him to go sit in the snow for a few hours. No way. He was taking his time, by only slowly sprinting, toward the distant origin of the sound. The familiar scent of a she-wolf signaled Zy to slow down and stop acting like such a sketchy predator. He wasn't all too worried about startling her, because anyone who had the balls-- or lack of them in this case-- to send out a call like that had to either be pretty bold, or pretty stupid. The fact that he was quite the charmer when he wanted to be didn't hurt his chances any either. As he rounded over another hill he saw a brief shimmer of silver in the dying evening light. Cue the angel church choir spotlights. '... I take it all back you motherfuckers up there. I love you too.' His attempts to stop his inner smirk from reaching the surface were failing, and he gave up all together once he finally sauntered within her field of vision, flashing his mischievous pearly grin. "Guurrrl, I hope you know CPR, 'cause you take my breath away." Zy could barely stop himself from giggling like a little school-boy as he said that horrible pick-up line. Hopefully his cute looks and deviant persona could get her to stick around longer than his first sarcasm laced sentence, because he just couldn't help himself. OOC;; Pick-up line Zy for you Immy <3 /fail'd "DD;; imsoproud.

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CHALANDRA

It was only moments before a soft padding echoed Chalandra's way, her black tipped ears flicking in response. The blue eyes drifted as they watched the black fur lope closer and closer, quickly outlining the form and beginning to memorize the features as they became more noticeable. He was certainly male, with broad shoulders and a long, reaching gate that rivaled her own with ease. Inside, Chalandra shivered, her tail raising as she allowed her scent to stain the air, her feminine charm unleashing itself as she sauntered forward to meet the wolf that dared take her on.

"Guurrrl, I hope you know CPR, 'cause you take my breath away."

Right off the bat the male was all flirtatious demeanor and searching eyes, the golden hue slipping over her form quickly before meeting her own glimmering blue. The smirking facade and the clever commentary told her all she needed to know. He was more than willing and could be labeled as overeager at finding a she-wolf so easily; she didn't mind in the least. Tonight was for fun, for herself, for pleasure. She had no complaints. The gods, for all their usual worthlessness, had somehow been on her side tonight. They'd delivered a tall, dark, and horribly handsome stud to her--and practically on a silver platter.

"CPR? Of course. I've got quite a few talents, actually."

Softly, the she-wolf let a sweet laugh float into the air, batting her lashes as she strode forward to meet him. She would let him twist and interpret her sentences however his currently male-dominated mind pleased. She was here to offer her services, her talents as she liked to say. Besides, Chalandra could only assume that by his sudden arrival and cheesy tag line he wanted everything she could muster. So far, the night looked promising.

Personal bubbles were nonexistent in her world. If she wanted it, she'd get it, one way or another. Her blood was up and the veins were pulsating in the heated fervor; the spine prickled in anticipation, the eyes glistened as the moon began it's journey to rival the zenith of the night. It was so long since her last fling and she was raring to go. Boldly, the silver-coated female slid forward, aggressively asserting her muzzle against the male's. She'd see soon enough whether he could tame her roaring spirit.

"So what's your name, brute?"

The lyrics were subtle and half-whispered, the flowing hint of longing paired intentionally with a faint vibe of growing lust. She was quick to start with the traditional, "what's-your-name" introduction, yet formality would only take them so far. Tell me what you want the most of tonight and I'll deliver. The blue eyes flickered deviously behind her glittering silver mask, daring him to use that corrupt mind of his.

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