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Post by Flightless ☂ on Jun 22, 2009 11:22:34 GMT -5
NYX!
so throw your diamonds in the sky.
we'll stay gold forever. Ugh. Why in the name of something sacred am I here? I scowled to myself under my breath with an irritated sigh, pushing a barrel of condensation from my black jowls. I hated this season, and to make it worse, I was as in Northern Tusrelle. Seriously? What was my problem? What was I thinking? Thankfully, it wasn't snowing, for it wasn't raining. I'm not sure why people think it has to snow all the time in winter. I mean, does it rain all the time in the other seasons? No. Newsflash: you need rain for snow. Duh. It's like Weather 101, but still, folks believe winter equals snow constantly.
I stood there, like an idiot, in the snow. My pads were numb from carrying the pressure of my weight upon frozen water. Now that I think about it, pretty much everything was numb. My toes, my nose, my ears. What next? Fuck. I managed to mumble through my shivering body and chattering teeth. I needed something to do, something to get my blood flowing and keep my mind off this freezing-cold weather. My ears perked upon the landscape of noises and my eyes twirled upon the surrounding of sights. Well, birds were tweeting and flying. Squirrels were chittering and dashing. And, in the distance, I heard a waterfall pounding its power into Earth mercilessly and saw a faded mist. Well, better than just standing here. And with that, I trotted off from my secure area, dodging trees and rocks with such ease.
The Falls were gorgeous. It was a rather wide waterfall with plenty of power, but it was fairly far off, for the huge puddle it fell into could have been a small lake or huge pond. I stood at the edge of the pond / lake, taking it all in, allowing it to soak in my memory. Down here, the only movements were the occasional ripple. Lumina.. I whispered, a content smile stretching across my previous mono-toned face. I miss you. And as quickly as she popped in my head, I forced her to disappear, for thoughts of Lumina meant the sickness. I forced all of the thoughts from my head, which was a fairly difficult task.
The water was like glass, or more like a mirror. My reflection was such a surprise to me, like it always is. The first thing I, or anyone for that matter, would notice is my large set of horns, from the head of a ram. They're the color of a beige, curling backwards behind my ears. A great utensil for fighting, of course, and definitely for catching another's eye. They were quiet obnoxious, but how couldn't they be? The next physical trait I noticed was my the coloration of my eyes: my right one was a bright, golden color, and my left was a charcoaled maroon. Next? My ears. My left one flopped over, adding towards the pessimistic side of me. Then was my pelt. It was a gorgeous black intertwined with blues and purples, fitting my name perfectly, for Nyx meant night. |
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Post by ( labbie! ) on Jun 22, 2009 12:00:21 GMT -5
Why the heck was he here?
Fiasco had no winter coat, even during the harshest cold. He hated the deficiency, but he had to bare it. Every moon, the male would travel the the falls to endure the sharp, cool weather that has rendered him to only the mid and southern parts of Tusrelle. Training to get used to this was a tactic necessary for his survival, he must be able to withstand these temperatures.
His head knocked sideways because of the windy flurries attacking his body. Swearing inwardly, he realized he probably shouldn't be here much longer. But why not, right?
Even through his chilled nose, he could scent another wolf. Ears pricking, he decided he would wait before returning back to the warmer, more tolerable weather.
Following the smell, he felt himself getting warmer at the exercise. His blood flowed a bit faster as his stride picked up in hunt of the other.
Even his knowledge of the fact that if this wolf was a male, he would be out-sized, hands down. Fiasco knew absolutely no other wolf that had a thin coat at this time of year. Pushing the thought towards the back of his mind carelessly, he spotted the male. Yes, male.
Padding up about three tail-lengths away from the wolf, he took a more assertive stance; tail sticking horizontally, lean legs spread apart, and ears pricked.
"Well, hello."
wc: 223. ooc: Sorry you had to rp with this guy, he's the only one I have, and I'm too lazy to make a happier one. I could always bring back Sayadrein though... |
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Post by Flightless ☂ on Jun 22, 2009 12:16:04 GMT -5
NYX!
so throw your diamonds in the sky.
we'll stay gold forever. Well, hello.
Shit! I exclaimed, jumping around to face the one who had startled me. I was too focused into my own appearance to keep aware, and it could have been a dangerous situation. Dammit, Nyx. I cursed myself, wishing I had been a bit more cautious. I focused, not allowing myself to lose my train of thought again. Ah, a male. A rather long, scrawny one at that. He was taller than me by a few good inches, but I was thicker, surprisingly. My body wasn't the most brutely, but it was more muscular than his. I took in his appearance quickly: black stockings, rather reddish-orange fur, lime green markings, etc. Hm. His stance was aware, but nothing too aggressive. Ah, he looked fairly alright.
Hello to you as well. I replied confidently, bowing my head in respect for the male, but keeping my awkwardly mix-matched eyes upon the male. He was obviously a bit younger than I, probably a year or two, but by showing respect, he'd return it, right? Hopefully. I wasn't in the mood for a fight today, it was too damn cold, and I was too damn tired. Oh, and wow, I haven't eaten in two days. Damn. D'you have a name, sir? I questioned as I leveled my head back to its original stance, knowing he had a name, but this was a less demanding way to ask for it. |
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Post by ( labbie! ) on Jun 23, 2009 17:12:37 GMT -5
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(( F I A S C O,
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As he spoke, the other male jumped, and if he had the strength, he would've flown a good six feet into the air. Cold amusement glazed his eyes as the wolf swore to himself and faced Fiasco. A common reaction to him, apparently. Was he really that stealthy? Good thing. But the look in his eyes resembled that of an olden wolf. They were full of manners, and politeness. He gave the purple male a good look over. Giving a dip of respect to him, he spoke. "Hello to you as well." What he said seemed to make Fiasco realize that he was sending the wrong message to the other. Whoops. This wolf was so proper, it looked like this one was kind...it almost made the twisted male want to burn his ear off. Why do wolves have to be so freaking nice? "D'you have a name, sir?" God, this was such a horrible sight. The male actually thought that he would receive the same respect. Why? His usual smirk sunk into a frown, and his eyes bore the emotion of disapproval. "What a disgrace," he murmured, probably loud enough for him to hear. It didn't matter either way. Fiasco shook his head and shuffled his paws a bit. "Shut the hell up." He finished, and his amber eyes were coldly ablaze. He took a few pawsteps closer, and stopped. His ears flattened, tail vertical, teeth bared for a moment before becoming conealed once more. Testing the male would be the first thing he needed to do before he did something about this scrap. Usually, the other wolf's returning reflex was to get angry and fight, so he was prepared for it. ---------------------------------------------------------- OOC: Please don't take any of this personally. xD WC: 278 Table (c) Labradollie 2009
Fiasco (c) Labradollie
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I will nom your hand off if you steal this or Fifi! [/blockquote][/td][/color][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Flightless ☂ on Jun 24, 2009 1:08:07 GMT -5
NYX!
so throw your diamonds in the sky.
we'll stay gold forever. I no longer felt safe. I no longer felt respected. I no longer felt ease. I no longer felt satisfaction. Fuck, I'll be honest: I didn't feel a damn thing right now. I was numb; physically, emotionally, and mentally. This ass hole of a male refused to bow as I did, and obviously, the little punk was prepared to bristle my hackles. I sunk my head lower than his in an act of respect, and he returns to me with this flying shit? Bull shit. I was an honestly nice person at heart, as long as I got respect, because I handed it out like air. A low growl ripped through my throat immediately, and I realized he muttered something under his breath along the lines of ..disgrace.
Shut the hell up. Instantly, my tail raised horizontally, my ears plastered themselves to my skull, my off-colored eyes narrowed, my black lips curled back, my pearly teeth bared, and my hackles rose. Alright, little punk, get the fuck out of here. I don't know what the fuck your problem is. I snarled, stepping forward towards him, my skull lowering to bare my ram's horns at him. Fucking piece of shit.. I murmured under my breath; two could play this game. Who the fuck do you think you are? Waltzing in here, strutting up to me? Respect your fucking elders, or they'll teach you to respect them. And with those last words, I stepped forwards continuously, slowing, my eyes locked upon his, motioning my head in a motion that pushed my horns forward. |
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Post by ( labbie! ) on Jun 25, 2009 9:36:59 GMT -5
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A flurry of emotions flapped about the wind like a tornado from the wolf. It excited Fiasco, because it meant that there would be a surprise reaction. But odds were good he would want to fight, or yell at him like a grandpa about his impoliteness. Then it disappeared as fast as it had came. His eyes were suddenly ablaze with anger, as if someone tripped a wire inside his head and it took flame instantly. Growls and snarls emitted from the opposing male. His tail lifted, his stance lowered, ears flattened; the usual stuff for aggressiveness. So Fiasco returned the favor, repeating exactly what he posed. He said a whole bunch of things that went in one ear and out the other, as he didn't really care at the moment. Nothing he said anyways made much of a difference to Fiasco. It wasn't like he was going to change right then and there or something mouse-brained like that. Shaking his pelt, he softened his position to ask a question. "Actually, I didn't catch your name yet. I'm Fiasco, and you are...?" He blinked innocently. But he did want to know his name, after all, it would be nice to know a name...He still held his ground, and a little white inquiration wouldn't hurt. _________________________________________________________________ OOC: Lol, I seriously didn't want to type this. Can we just leave some marks and not kill each other's wolfees or somethin'? Thanks. ^^ WC: 211 Table (c) Labradollie 2009
Fiasco (c) Labradollie
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I will nom your hand off if you steal this or Fifi! [/blockquote][/td][/color][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Flightless ☂ on Jun 26, 2009 14:23:00 GMT -5
NYX!
so throw your diamonds in the sky.
we'll stay gold forever. I watched as the possibly mentally retarded male's expression transformed from an aggressive stance to one of innocence and question. It irritated me, and what little respect I had for him left disappeared altogether. Was this some kind of joke? I longed to rip him to shreds. He got me all worked up, ready to blow my temper in a heartbeat. And he turns around to pull this fucking act. He must have held his breath for too long at one point, killing nearly every brain cell he had.
Actually, I didn't catch your name yet. I'm Fiasco, and you are..? Are you fucking kidding me? His change of expression itself was simply pathetic, and now this? I chuckled under my breath distastefully. My amusement faded immediately, though, back to an angry scowl. Fuck you. Usually, I would never be so disrespectful, but this ass hole brought out my inner demon, the small spark of dickheadedness every soul had locked inside.
This little piece of shit was not worth my time in the least bit, and I showed him that, turning around and strutting off with confidence. I didn't let my alertness drop for an instance, though. I kept my anticipation moving. Turning my back on him like this was rather dangerous, I knew it. I expected him to attack me. |
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