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Oct 8, 2013 17:25:22 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Oct 8, 2013 17:25:22 GMT -5
CHALANDRA It was quiet. Utterly quiet. Quiet like the first brooding of dawn, or quiet like the intermittent lapse of air flow between breaths. And Chalandra, in all her recent activities (or rather, lack thereof) was wide awake beneath the faded, orange sphere that sank from the sky, watching that same stillness of pines with a certain, lingering apathy in her bones. She raised for a lengthy yawn, shook her silver head, and laid her muzzle back on her paws. The blue eyes leveled and blinked, once, twice, as her form melted slowly into the background of underbrush and tangled vines.
Here she was, wasting time again. It had become a habit ever since leaving Nirco to himself, and one that bothered her on particularly bad days when it rained too much or the prey wasn't as plentiful. Laying around and watching the scenery was pointless in some respects. It was exactly as she described it to herself--a waste of good time--and something from within grumbled loudly whenever she settled down for the night's musings. She should be doing something productive, she should be with others, she should be somewhere. Sometimes, she even second guessed her choice to cut ties and abandon Nirco. But regardless of the rest, the silence--the striking, loud, obnoxious silence--was what agitated her the most. It was so quiet it was loud, booming in her ears when all she wanted was rest, reverberating her own suspicions about her surroundings for the night, and proving impossible to override when speculation about Nirco came up.
However, trying to ignore any impulse about the black male was much harder than Chalandra had originally planned it to be. He consistently made an appearance in her dreams, with that same reserved attitude and ability to talk over her sexual nature as if nothing unusual was occurring. She'd wake up expecting to roll over into that gorgeous mess of black fur and warm, intense heat, and would wind up being dismayed when greeted by the coolness of another silent morning and an empty, empty space. She'd snarl angrily and leave her sleeping place quickly as she shook off the hurt, removing the sleep from her vision with a few stubborn blinks and the decision to put more miles between the two of them.
Those were her days. Those were her nights. When would it end? She couldn't go back, not now. Hell, she didn't even know the way back if she'd had even the slightest impulse to return... Sighing, Chalandra pushed the thoughts of her almost lover away, and tried vainly to narrow her thoughts on something else remotely productive. Considering she hadn't eaten within the last day, and couldn't quite remember the last time she'd actually had a meal, that would be a good starting point. Scavenging was her main food directory anymore, since deer weren't extremely prevalent in the Schreien Forest and she hadn't the energy or drive to find a more serious meal like a rabbit or grouse. Rising from the ground, she licked her grey chest fur with a chill of excitement. Maybe tonight she could find something to keep for a while, something she wouldn't have to fight a fox or badger over--snap.
Just like that, thick fear spread over Chalandra's pelt and she lowered herself as close to the ground as possible. The sound had come from only tail-lengths away and she held her breath as she waited for whatever it was to pass. Now that she thought about it, the Schreien Forest was infamous in a lot of compromising ways she hadn't considered when picking a place to spend the night... [/size]
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Oct 11, 2013 19:13:09 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Oct 11, 2013 19:13:09 GMT -5
T O R T U G A High above Ravensbruck, glowing softly, the sun had finally began to fall, taking the oppressive heat with it and leaving a vibrant orange sky in its wake. Beneath the thick canopy of emerald leaves, Tortuga padded silently through the trees, slipping from shadow to shadow as if the sun itself was toxic. He had been traveling for hours, wandering really, and now that night was creeping up on the world he could not have been more relieved. While originally he'd slunk from Irrsin's borders with an adventure in mind, the alpha had instead found himself brooding over the stifling heat. Now, however, with the moon beginning to show its shining face...now he could finally relax.
His white fur took on an almost orangeish glow in the places where the limbs parted to let sunlight through, his bright blue eyes flashing in the shadows. It had been so long since he had left Irrsin for so long, but lately, it had been too much to handle. Stress had run high, between Kasimira trying to rebuild a pack and Dresna slipping further and further away from them with each day. While some old faces had resurfaced, there still weren't enough, and despite the fact that Irrsin was green and gorgeous again, it wasn't quite...home. The absence of their children was familiar now, although still as weighty and aching as ever, and Irrsin was a shadow of what once had been.
Kasimira would be furious when he returned, that much he knew. It wasn't fair for him to dump all of the responsibility on her for a day, but Tortuga had felt so restless and trapped that he'd had little other choice. Not to mention that the forest was so quiet today, virtually undisturbed by even the usual wildlife. There had been whispers that ghosts inhabited these woods, but if they did, Tortuga would walk alongside them and welcome their company.
It had been so long, now that he thought about it, that he had seen someone who didn't belong to his pack. He missed the thrill of encountering a stranger, of getting to know them, and even of teasing them and playing little games. Companionship was his strong point, after all.
Ironically, it was at that moment that the scent of another wolf hit him, faintly at first and then stronger as he pressed on. It was certainly female, which didn't necessarily mean she wasn't a threat. He had met his fair share of vixens that easily could've given him a run for his money. He would have to be quiet and cautious...
Snap!
Just like that, the silence was gone. Snarling softly, Tortuga lifted a large paw to reveal the twig that had given away his cover. Well, now there was little else to do, as she had certainly heard him. Sucking in a deep breath, he pushed forward through the underbrush, emerging in a little cluster of trees. There before him was the female in question, a mass of soft gray fur and pale, wary eyes. Someone is certainly a looker.
A smile immediately tugged at Tortuga's lips as he stopped a safe distance away from her. He was no harm to her, but it wasn't like she knew that. "Don't let me alarm you," he rumbled in his deep, mellow baritone. "What's a little thing like you doing out here all alone?"
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Oct 12, 2013 14:24:18 GMT -5
Post by »Image on Oct 12, 2013 14:24:18 GMT -5
CHALANDRA As blue met blue and a white pelt greeted her, Chalandra forced herself to stifle a small gasp. He was gorgeous.
"Don't let me alarm you,"
Alarm? Alarm? Pssh. The birds had been singing as soon as she'd so much as heard him. With her fur itching with a certain, familiar zeal, the female purred inwardly.
"What's a little thing like you doing out here all alone?"
Chalandra's luck with males as of late had been poor at best, but by the looks of things, maybe her chances were due for a change. He was all testosterone, with well defined muscles that she could easily see, taut beneath his pelt. Even his fur was handsome, a bright, white that surrounded two identical blue eyes. What were the chances of her bumping into a male like this?
Wait, wait. Pause. She'd completely forgotten about herself and her... less than stellar introduction. In her fear for the worst in the forest's depths, she'd crouched close to the ground, her fur spiked along the spine and her eyes wide for any sign of something that could cause her a reason to fight. What a way to greet a stud like this. Chalandra hastily pulled herself off the ground, and after a few swift licks of her chest, pulled her gaze to meet the male.
"Just thought I'd see if the rumors about these woods are true."
Pausing, the silver she-wolf slunk forward to slide alongside the white, her tail brushing the male's black nose flirtatiously. There was no way she was letting a male as striking as him slip away. Besides, she was a free wolf, a freior in her own right. Nirco had shown her what he truly thought of her--the ties on that relationship had long since severed into nothingness over the weeks between her departure and his brooding silence. Chalandra, reorganizing her thoughts, moved away from the white wolf slowly, and casted a glance back over her shoulder with her eyes glimmering devilishly.
"So far, my only conclusion about this excursion has been that I'm not exactly positive whether running into you is extremely good for me or extremely bad--but either of those I'm sure I could live with in the right contexts."
The vixen inside her was back, taunting the newcomer with her trait, amorous behavior. Nirco's flat responses had always left her dumbfounded and more aggressive for a passion of some sort from him. She could only hope that this white wonder wouldn't disappoint. The female's blue eyes fluttered as she waited for a response, her heart thudding from the rush of her desires. And, as much as she tried to ignore it, something in addition to lust boiled at the pit of her stomach at the thought of Nirco...
I need to forget him. This is for me. [/size]
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Oct 13, 2013 20:07:10 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Oct 13, 2013 20:07:10 GMT -5
T O R T U G A The moment the slender little female's eyes fell on Tortuga, she froze.
An amused smirk made it's way to the brutes muzzle as she looked him over, still silent and crouched close to the ground. The look she was giving him certainly was a boost to his ego; what wolf didn't like to feel stunning, after all? And then, like a switch was flipped, she sprang into action. Her body straightened, and after a few quick licks to smooth herself out, the stranger turned her own striking blue eyes onto him.
"Just thought I'd see if the rumors about these woods are true."
Tortuga pinned her with his gaze as she slunk forward to brush against him, each of her movements coy and teasing. He wasn't a stranger to her type, but then again, he'd never met someone who played the succubus quite as well as she did. The look in her eyes, the swing of her hips...She's a pro. Although this should have sent Tortuga running, he just couldn't bring himself to walk away from such willing company. Besides, what was the harm in a little flirting? As long as he didn't step too far over the line...
"So far, my only conclusion about this excursion has been that I'm not exactly positive whether running into you is extremely good for me or extremely bad--but either of those I'm sure I could live with in the right contexts."
There were those little warning bells again, ringing away in his ears, but Tortuga ignored them and pressed forward instead. Each step seemed as loud as a gunshot in the tiny little space between the trees, and almost without meaning to, Tortuga's eyes roamed over her frame. Her words were loaded, but how to respond? It had been so long since he had flirted with anyone other than Kasimira, even when he'd had half a mind to.
"You're really something, aren't you?" He murmured, now only a few steps away from her. The scent of her was invading his nostrils, something feminine and earthy, so unfamiliar. She was a few inches shorter than him, but due to the weight difference, she seemed so much smaller. His smirk now a full grin, Tortuga took another small step until he was practically nose to nose with her, looking down.
"Do you make a habit of tempting big scary brutes in the forests?
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Post by »Image on Oct 17, 2013 21:37:20 GMT -5
CHALANDRA "You're really something, aren't you?"
Chalandra became still at the male's lower voice, left quiet by the blood it stirred within her. She was beautiful. She knew it. She flaunted it. She purposefully drove males crazy with it. And, in her own humble opinion, not much was missing. Arching her back, the silver she-wolf let a response drip coolly off her lips.
"I aim to please, sir."
The two of them were now nose to nose, with the white wolf stepping up casually, yet powerfully to greet her. A ripple of excitement rolled down the silver back, and the blue irises flickered silently as the wind picked up.
"Do you make a habit of tempting big scary brutes in the forests?"
"Only when those big scary brutes are attractive," pausing, Chalandra shot a smoldering glance in the male's direction, "You qualify, believe me."
There she was, with a quip to keep him thinking. With Nirco, she had to consistently and constantly change her approach, her body language, her everything. He was finicky, he was stagnant. Nirco, in all his withdrawn behavior, had been a rough, challenging male to please. But this time, she didn't have to be as receptive or as quick to respond as usual--the white male was clearly already thinking along the same lines--but she was anyways. The thought rubbed her as odd before she mentally shook it away. She had been alone for the past couple weeks and some masculine interaction was exactly what the doctor ordered.
As a thunder cloud began rolling along the tops of the highest canopy layer, Chalandra lifted her lips and growled passionately before leaping paws first for the male. It was her typical, aggressive, get-what-she-wanted move, but it felt different. Somehow. Her stomach fluttered unnaturally and she flinched inwardly. What was wrong with her? She had a perfectly good male in front of her, raring to go and full of equal energy to her own--and she was left thinking about the pit of her stomach and how she'd left Silent-paws. Grab a hold of your self, before he decides you're not emotionally stable enough for him, like Absinthe did...
"Now, are you here to ask questions or to find out what I'm actually made of?"
With a blink of those innocent blue eyes, the worries and apprehensions were at bay. For now.
ooc- hope you don't mind the little powerplay at the end. if so, lemme know and I'll change it! [/size]
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Nov 28, 2013 20:07:02 GMT -5
Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Nov 28, 2013 20:07:02 GMT -5
T O R T U G A "Only when those big scary brutes are attractive. You qualify, believe me."
The vixen's low, seductive voice made Tortuga laugh, a throaty sound that rumbled deep in his chest. The thrill was back, shooting through his veins, pounding in his very bones, making his blood rush like the fiercest of rivers. It made him feel alive after so many months of worry and stress, as if he were a free roamer again, settling down with a different she-wolf every night and slipping off into the light of the rising sun the next morning. It had been so long since he had contemplated that life, since he had missed it...and here this flirty little devil was, making him long for it all over again.
Before he could offer her a response, a growl slipped from her muzzle and she leaped forward, her paws outstretched towards him. Seconds before the impact he tensed, clenching his legs and imagining that they were pillars of stone, before quickly changing his mind. He loosened right as she collided with him, allowing himself to be knocked to the ground, a wide grin stretching across his snout as he landed in the leaves.
"Now, are you here to ask questions or to find out what I'm actually made of?"
Her eyes were so wide, so blue...and just like that, he was sucked into a memory of a time when a different she-wolf had laid before him, the moonlight shining down on her sleek ebony coat. Kasimira had been so beautiful that night- the first night he had seen her, in fact, and the next day he hadn't slipped away for the very first time in his life. She had been just as coy and tempting as this stranger was, but in a different way. While it was blatantly obvious that the silvery female before him had no shame in what she was doing, as if she had done it hundreds of times, Kasimira had seemed more...vulnerable. Almost as if she had sacrificed her pride for a night of affection. And then she had asked him to come back with her, to be her mate...how lucky he had felt that day.
A pang of shame washed over Tortuga as he righted himself, crouching in the cover of the trees. He could leave now, could turn away from temptation and run back home like a loyal mate should. He loved Kasimira so dearly, and he felt nothing aside from lust for this stranger...but didn't that make all the difference? As long as he harbored no feelings, as long as he kept it to himself and didn't allow this to be a reoccurring situation, was it really so bad?
Still partially undecided, Tortuga rolled completely onto his feet and shook the dirt from his stark white pelt. Could she see the indecision in his eyes? Did she think him weak? It was this thought that made his decision for him; he was anything but weak.
It occurred to him as he prowled forward and lowered himself on top of her that he had never asked for her name, and she had never asked for his. It's better this way, he reminded himself as he growled a seductive warning in her ear. She might recognize your name, and it's better if no one knows about this.
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Afterwards, as he laid with half of himself draped over her slender frame, his mind wandered. The clouds were rolling in quickly now, and there was a crackle in the air that promised a storm. Silently he rolled away from her, getting to feet and stretching his neck. He was exhausted now, wishing for nothing more than to return home now that his fun had been had. He glanced over his shoulder at her, barely able to force himself to offer a half-hearted smile.
"I hope you have somewhere to go to escape the rain," he said, his voice polite yet distant, as if they were only passing strangers and not lovers only moments ago. "I should be getting home."
He waited to see which response she offered, more out of obligation than concern. Already his mind was beginning to stray from her, working to scrub the encounter from his thoughts.
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Post by »Image on Dec 15, 2013 18:22:14 GMT -5
CHALANDRA Almost immediately, Chalandra noticed the intensity that sparked within the male. His nature shifted, no longer playful around the subject, but to the point and with a certain sharpness. Her fur crawled excitedly and her blue eyes blinked slowly at the male as he rolled over and got to his feet. And yet there seemed to be a pause as he stood there, beneath the trees and the faded grey clouds as a soft clasp of thunder rumbled from overhead. Chalandra's stomach turned uncomfortably. Another rejection letter like this might just do me in.
And then, as quick as the emotions had seemingly fallen, the male stalked towards her, a fierceness in his eyes that made her blood race and her face feel flushed. Finally, she was getting what she wanted! Vaguely, Chalandra felt his frame fall over her own and something deep inside her chest shriveled at the thought that it wasn't Nirco with her.
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Out of breath and yet feeling more fulfilled than she had in a while, Chalandra nudged the white male softly. It was the only gesture that seemed appropriate for their current situation. They'd met on a whim, met between her distrust of Nirco's instability and whatever the hell he'd be looking for. For some reason that eluded her at the moment, Chalandra realized that she'd seen this white male before. But where? Narrowing her eyes, she scanned his face for any sense of previous recognition. Nothing. The memory was there and then it was gone.
"I hope you have somewhere to go to escape the rain,"
The voice was detached and distant as the male glanced almost nervously out into the forest. Chalandra didn't blame him. The fun was over--at least until he got bored again and needed a relaxer. Or maybe this was his first hit and run. Maybe he had a she-wolf waiting on him. Either way, she didn't care. It was time to pack it up and move on until they chanced across each other again. And for her, that was enough. She had another project that she needed to look into. Finding Nirco.
"I should be getting home."
Chalandra pulled herself off he ground, licking her chest slowly as she considered a question that had been on her mind for a while.
"Just one question before you go. Would you happen to know a wolf by the name of Nirco?"
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Post by ⋆Ravɛn on Dec 16, 2013 18:16:45 GMT -5
T O R T U G A "Just one question before you go. Would you happen to know a wolf by the name of Nirco?"
Nirco? Tortuga paused, mulling over the name, running it through his head again and again. He had rarely been out of Irrsin since the fire, and therefore he hadn't wandered as much as he normally might have. The name was unfamiliar, no matter how many times he tried to match it to a face. He had no idea who the brute was.
For a moment, he wondered why she was looking for him. Perhaps he was her mate and she was playing the same game that Tortuga himself had just played. Or maybe it was something less sweet, more along the lines of a debt owed. Either way, it was none of Tortuga's business, and he was done speculating over it. Casting a glance back in her direction, he blinked his blue eyes slowly, shaking his head.
"Never heard of him. Good luck with your search, though."
The last word was followed by a flashy smile that wasn't quite as meaningful as it had been a few hours before, but still typical-Tortuga style. Then, without glancing back at her again, he disappeared into the trees. He had to get home, and quickly. The sun would be rising soon, and the last thing that he wanted was to be caught sneaking across the border, still reeking of his little night of fun. And regret, but that was a thought for a different time. Shaking dirt and foliage from his pelt, Tortuga bounded forward, crashing through the forest and disappearing into the cover of the thick trees.
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