Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
OOC: Hi I’m a wolf & I enjoy my venison rare
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
[open] Make the Devil go weak in the knees - any
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02-10-2019, 07:46 PM
Sabrina Mother and Father left again, another diplomatic mission. Something about a new ruler in Loess, the topic is beside her no matter how hard her parents try to instill the manners in her. It is probably a mix of both there attitudes that creates her rebellious side. It was an easy decision, break out of Sylva. Not that she didn't enjoy her home, but there wasn't anyone fun in Sylva! She had ventured to the playground, and to the forest, but today she wanted to go somewhere new. She heard of a meadow, another neutral land, and so she heads for the direction. She travels in her hound form, brown with red streaks meshed into her pelt. It was much too fun to see the faces of others as they run into her. She wasn't like the wolves that travel the lands, no she was even more rare. A hellhound, from the devil himself. The travel seemed to take much too long, but when she reaches the tall grass she knows she made it. She was in an awkward stage, tall and lanky. She was no longer a pup, but she was not yet a full grown hound. Anyone who stumbles upon her will be able to make that assumption. She comes to a halt as the scent of fresh blood runs past her snout. She stops to inhale the scent for a moment, one that is so delicious in her canine form, yet distasteful when equine. She wastes no time seeking it out, someone must have committed a murder...or a bloodshed battle. She prowls, silently crouching through the grass. It wasn't hard to find the prey, her nose brought her right to it. It was a beautiful doe, and hovering it was a wolf. He was bigger than her, much older too. He was getting his fill, her prowl continues but she accidently steps on a stick! Her cover was blown, the canine looks up and spots her. Darn, she thinks to herself. She shrugs and her pace quickens as she unveils herself to the pale wolf. Couldn't help but find you her eyes shift to the doe blood is potent. She licks her lips, cleaning any drool that surfaced, her gaze finds his dark orbs Sabrina. She keeps the chatter short, introducing herself to him. Not Afraid To Bite @[Crevan] sorry, word vomit
02-10-2019, 08:44 PM
Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow CREVAN @[Sabrina] Mr. Fake grumpy pants at your service
02-10-2019, 09:10 PM
Sabrina She notes the fur that pricks up between his shoulders. She doesn't hold it against him, they were strangers, and he just caught a mighty meal that it appears he doesn't want to share. He compliments her nose, able to decipher the blood in the open meadow. A smile grows wide on her muzzle, but quickly fades when he gives a pointer on her stalking skills. He recommends spreading her weight evenly and she responds with a nod of her head. Being a master stalker of the night didn't come in one day, she truly appreciated his advise, but perhaps slightly embarassed he heard her. Thank you, I'll try that next time, she responds as her eyes drift to the doe once more. He digs in for another bite, blood oozing from the flesh, she was nearly about to whimper, she finds herself laying down flush with the cool ground now. She licks her lips, obviously hoping for a bite of his large meal. Father would be disappointed to see her grobbling for a meal. Certainly he could understand if he saw this beautiful hunk of meat in person. He breaks from the doe, cleans his maw and with a grunt he allows her to feast on his meal as well. Sabrina does not hesitate, she pounces up and over to the opposite side of the pale canine. She plops on the ground and wastes no time taking a glorious chunk from the doe. Mmm! Thank you! She says when she comes up for air, cleaning the dripping blood from her maw. He lifts himself from the ground and steps back, just when she thinks he was about to leave her he starts to converse. He introduces himself as Crevan, and her gaze does not falter from his. She engrains the friendly strangers name to her mind, and listens when he says he is bored, asking for her story. She tilts her head as she gazes at him, what story did he want? She owed him at least that so she quickly responds to him. Well, I live in Sylva, my parents are Mary and Sinner, perhaps you know them? She couldn't pick up a kingdom scent on him, a skill mother and father trained her for. Perhaps he was a nomad, that is why he was out here for a meal. What kind of story do you want? I don't have anything to exciting. Well, at least nothing exciting without compromising the safety of Sylva. She stands up from her spot and flicks her pelt to one similar to his own I can do that! She exclaims, looking at her new sandy color before flicking it to its original shade. Not Afraid To Bite @[Crevan]
03-10-2019, 10:23 AM
The young hound sits before the wolf, she mentioned her parents to which he announces her fathers name, he says they used to work together. She tilts her head just for a moment before speaking, really? Thats interesting, what kind of work? She asks leaning in just a bit more.
She didn't know much of her fathers history, only his present king role. She was curious what exactly drew the pair together, and more so, why they separated. Though she was curious, it wasn't a pressing matter. She asks what type of story he wants to hear and he looks at her simply unamused. She returns a cold gaze of her own, watching as he plops back down to the dead piece of meat before them. His paw plops onto the open bone of the animal. When her pelt changes color his eyes widen just long enough for her to catch the reaction, when he speaks once again teaching her a lesson. She takes a moment to respond, but when she does she lifts her hind end from the ground, and slowly paces forward. It would be handy for hunting....but why camouflage myself any other time? I do not fear others, they should fear me. The bold grin she gives when she finishes speaking is enough to show the tips of her teeth, maw blood stained. A bold statement for such a young pup, but an attitude she was raised with. @[Crevan]
03-14-2019, 08:17 AM
She asked about how he and her father knew eachother, what 'work' they did together, but it seemed she would not find her answer today. The wolf allowed a grin to grow on his face, and she just gazed over him.
The young pup thought she was wise beyond her years, but she wasn't. She barely knew this guy, but something about both being canines forced her to give him trust. She felt comfortable with him, and he seemed only to want to teach her things. She speaks boldly, she was never taught how to fear and perhaps one day it will catch up with her. He entertains her little show, he mocks her but she tucks it away as a compliment. He proceeds to ask a question that forces her to sit, a question she had to think about, only for a moment. She tilts her head in thought and after a moment she stands back up, her eyes matching his. If you can't see it, why fear it? Life is to short to fear anything, I'll take it head on when it appears. Another bold statement for the pup, but that's how she was raised. If he truly knew her father, would he expect a different answer? A few silent moments pass them before the sandy wolf speaks again. A compliment this time, as he says she is terrifying she raises her head just a bit more with a grin ear to ear. Chewing on the flesh of the deer he mentions her father, asking what he is up to. She quizzically looks at him, it must have been some time since the two ran into eachother. Well, he is the king of Sylva, so he is pretty busy. That was all she really knew, mother and father taught her how to be a princess of the dark kingdom, but they were often times absent. Diplomatic duties she suspects, Where do you live? An important question she seemed to forget to ask earlier. @[Crevan]
03-18-2019, 08:56 PM
She was very bold, quiet possibly because she was raised by the rulers of Sylva...possibly because she was a hellhound. She saw how her father was feared, and she must be feared as well because they share a striking resemblance.
She mentions the crown her father wears and Crevan seems happy for her father. He speaks again and she wonders if he has mind reading powers, he mentions how busy her father is and how bored she must be. Yes! She yells out, both her parents were busy equines. She really only had Cast, ever since uncle Corban left. She finds herself bored often, that's why she ventured out today. He is smiling and she matches it, she asked about where he resided, why couldn't she smell his kingdom? It was possible all the blood was overpowering her scents, but he unveils that he lives here and there. A nomad, she thinks to herself, he briefly mentions Sylva but what really caught her attention was when he mentions a wolf pack. He goes on to tell her a story, one from the past. He speaks of a pack, They were wild and free, all shifters, feared among beqanna. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at the wolf, her tail wagged with anticipation. He mentions he had no one to run a pack with, until he met her. Me!? She thinks to herself, he proceeds to ask her if she wanted to be a part of a new pack, wolf or hellhound. Her eyes remained wide and for only a breath she remained silent. ARE YOU KIDDING!? She yelps with excitement, Yes! Let's rule a pack of wolves and hellhounds! Her desire for the pack burns like the desire to hunt, her face gleaming with a smile, staring into the sandy wolf's blue eyes. She wasn't sure what she was getting herself into, or what she would have to give up, but this was what she wanted! @[Crevan] |
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