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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/16k5ox0.jpg] Silence coats the forest. Not a leaf flutters, not a mouse patters. Oculars scan; she is not hidden, not frightened, but content. Her snout wrinkles in distaste as she scents rabbit, rosemary, and pine on the breeze—all of which are winter faint. Auditory sensors are prickled; the tassels of the femme sway forward and back before settling. Azure eyes bright with an emotion none that are living can put to name, gaze upon the small black stream mere paw steps away from where she stands, locked. She tilts her head back, muzzle pointing to the sky, as black lashed eyes flutter shut. Black traced lips pull back to reveal healthy pink gums and glinting ivory fangs. She sings, notes rising and falling in a melodic tune. No particular reason is sung into the song, it is just noise; meaningless, and beautiful. She was sitting there, in the middle of the territory, howl still fading from the sky when she opened her sapphire eyes and looked. She didn’t see just trees, prey, and vegetation. She saw strength, hidden life, growing knowledge, and in everything, beauty. There was little snow on the ground, yet winter, with all its stormy blasts was not long in fully inhabiting the territory. The shiny coat of the fae fluffed out around her slender form. She was still fining her way around the pack lands, she was committed to her pack, yet she knew there was something missing. She wished to talk to another canine, anyone would do. She had no rank in this pack she had barely been a part of. She had no family here, no friends, no past relationships for the good or for the bad. She was alone, not by choice, but because she was so distant, so sarcastic, so delightful, so contradicting. She laughed at those who needed respect, talked up to those who were of the lowest. In her old pack, some hated her, some loved her, and none knew her. The femme named Arigint Lumina, meaning silver light, and nicknamed Ari, or Mina by few, picked up her slender mass and strolled to the stream. She drank quickly, shaking her head as she finished; sending the crystal clear droplets flying off of her muzzle. The cold water burned an icy path down her throat. Her ivory ruff fluffed up, and her blue eyes watched the world around her carefully. Sound was slowly beginning to return to the forest around her. The rabbits, sensing she was not in a hunting mood, made much noise as they thumped off to find food for storage against the winter. Feeling lonely, and guessing that she would not be missed she trotted deeper into the forest, her muscled frame bearing the pace easily. The path she used was little traveled; no many came and went this way. For all her loneliness she knew she had to accept the fact that it was her social ineptitude that kept her from make friends easily. She just didn’t see the same things as other wolves. She was challenging to put in kind terms. She was not bound by the same social ties; she flirts with all, omega to hunter, laughs about the pride and arrogance of males, yet uses sarcasm to distance herself from her own gender. She is odd, happy, and content with herself, yet she cannot find another who understands her. Sure, there are those who have tried, though none of them have ever actually succeeded. She is too simplistic, or is it complicated? No one knows anymore. When she reached a thicket of brambles she pawed at the earth, until there was a slight dip in the ground. Curling her delicate mass up in this little dip, she wrapped her whipcord around her to her nose, shut her eyes and wished for dreams. Her crown lay across the damp soil, as the soil slowly leached the warmth from her body. She could not sleep, uncomfortable as she was, but she could still dream. She lay there, obvious of her surroundings, as on the back of her eye lids she painted her living day dream. She thought of her family, her brother mostly, he was the only one out of them all who sort of understood her- and he was the one who had left her. Words: 720 Muse: Blah horrible Comments: She’s just looking for someone to understand her. Needs a good conversation, needs to figure out what she's doing here. Status: Finished.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,true][bg=1e2a54][atrb=style,text-align:justify; ] -- Soft, billowing tendrils of condensation drifted from the large males warm nose. His tongue slipped from his mouth, rolling out before sliding over his white muzzle and receding back inside. Cassel stayed quiet, even his breathing had softened. Every muscle in the male was tense, stilling him from any movement, as his lupine yellow eyes traced the movements of a badger ten feet ahead of him. The forest he called home, Katrien, was abundant in animals. They thrived on the rich soil and good supply of nutritious plants. The animal snuffed against the base of a tree, scraping at it's bark, in search of something. Cassel moved a paw forward, ever so softly, before leaping from the underbrush. The badger squealed, trying to escape deeper into the forest, where it would get too dense for Cassel to follow, but was captured before it could make its getaway. -- Swift death was Cassel's specialty. Too clumsy to chase prey for too long or to stalk it silently, Cassel knew he had to act fast and crush the animal in his powerful grip. Jaw expanding to take in the weight and mass of the badger, Cassel bit down on it until the last breath of air escaped the creature. Limp in his mouth, Cassel dropped the carcass and rolled it to its side. His massive jaws ripped open it's stomach, where Cassel started devouring his meal. His jaws started to slow as his stomach got full, and soon the male found himself laying placidly on the earthen ground. -- That is, until he heard the melodic call of a pack wolf. Cassel's ears swiveled, his jaws parted only slightly, and his eyes suddenly focused. Moving into a standing position, the male followed the sound. The male traveled at a brisk pace, the land around him very familiar. Of course. It was his own land. something he'd have to get accustomed to. The scent of a female hit him, at first soft tendrils but soon the scent was easy to follow. It led him through a tight and rarely used path, deeper into the dense forest. -- Pushing the low hanging branches aside with his muzzle, the male entered a clearing. Cassel did not know what was spurring him. Maybe it was the melodic call, riddled with a loneliness he knew very well, or maybe it was the genuine interest that had captured him. Inhaling, he scented the heavy and somewhat gaudy scent of a female. It was odd how females held a stronger scent than males. Maybe it was merely the fact that as a male, a female scent biologically attracted him. It was easy to spot the female, laying against the brambles. Unless she was deaf, the femme surely had heard his oncoming advance. "I take it you need something," Cassel said aloud, his cold yellow eyes resting on her face.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/16k5ox0.jpg] The slender femme was gone to the world. She was not a sleep, but caught in a waking dream. Her eyes lids flickered randomly and one audit flicked lazily as a bug’s scaly limbs crawled on the dense fur. Her brother, a shorter more compact brute was teaching her how to fight in this blurred memory. She missed her family dearly. She had hated it there, but now that she’d been cast out, it seems almost... endearing. 40 pounds heavier, with a compact build, her brother had been a fighter. He was also the parent’s favourite. Not that Ari could blame them anyways. She had always been distant compared to her bubbly, outgoing brother, and so she’d been left out in the background. The femme huffed, her troublesome thoughts of her family interrupting her memory of her and her brother tussling- he had beaten her, of course. Concentrated on this, the voice that crisply entered the air was a surprise to Ari. She lunged to her feet, for an instant she forgot who she was, why she was there, and who happened upon her. She snarled, the rumble started low in her stomach before forcing its way out of her throat. Her azure eyes snapped blue fire, gleaming fangs exposed as black lips rolled up. She crouched, her ears pinned back. Her muscles tightened, and she inhaled deeply. It took a few moments of processing Cassel’s aroma to actually understand that it was him. Recognition flashed through eyes that were seconds ago spitting fire. She straightened slowly out of the crouch, muscles relaxing. Instead of begging for forgiveness, she gave a slightly apologetic shrug of her shoulders. Her ears prickled alertly, azure eyes viewing her alpha with something closer to flippancy than with respect. “Sorry,” her harmonious tones cut short and to the point. “You disturbed my rest.” She pointed out, extending her muscles with a broad back stretch. Her white pelt rippled, the silky hairs trembled, as her muscles leisurely moved. Turning back to Cassel she cocked her head to the side eyes bright with stubborn conviction and slightly clouded with obscure confusion. “Why would you say that?” She inquired, tail flicking around her paws as she sat. Her fur was still slightly fluffed from her sudden scare and her muscles still tense though she acted quite relaxed. She shivered, the ground had leached away much of her graceful frame’s warmth. Putting her discomfort out of her mind she looked to the male with plain competence. The fact that he was the alpha did not bother her in the least. She grew quiet though, and her manner less arrogant as he continued to be there. She fidgeted, not with nerves but with the realization that maybe she should act a little nicer to the masculine- he might be a... friend? No, she dismissed the idea; she could never trust a male that much. But she knew she didn’t want him as an enemy. Her gaze lowered, lashes aimed towards the ground as she awaited his response, she looked like a little angel, all bashful like that, but only moments ago she had been the picture image of a devil... She wondered which he would choose to see. Words: 540 Muse: I wanted to get it up xD Comments: She's surprised! Status: Finished.

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