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Post by monsteraddict21 on Apr 28, 2013 20:07:11 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][bg=0a101e]White dashes moved around the brown surrounding as a young wolf made her way quickly through the trees. Her breaths were deep, her paws were quick, and she was ready for anything that came her way. Her mind sharp and her paws just as precise, she calculated her path easily as she sped through Xarthen's territory. Wind cut by her easily as she pushed herself; faster, faster, she had to go faster. She gasped between breaths, letting her lungs fuel her before she took another step. A log appeared before her, which she built up her limbs for before leaping- kicking off the log as she went over, launching herself into the air. For a moment she was weightless, never ending, free. But it wouldn't last forever, and before she knew it her paws had touched solid ground again. Midna slowed her speed, coming to a trot as she began to pant. Her ears pricked as she heard a stream not to far away, and for that she felt thankful. Her paws slowly took her in the direction of the water, and she felt a smile hanging proudly on her jaws. She couldn't help it, she just loved speed. Running, pushing your body, watching as you passed the world by. It was exhilarating, and Midna could not get enough of it. When she finally reached the small stream of water, her paws gracefully stepped into the water so that she could get her muzzle close enough. Her head dipped down to lap up the water quietly- hearing nothing but the trickling of water and the silence of the woods. Except for a few bird calls of course. After a few seconds, she raised her head and stepped away from the stream a bit. Her amber eyes glanced around her surroundings carefully, letting every little detail come into focus before moving onto the next thing. Every small sound made her ears twist and turn, but she didn't mind. Sometimes it was nice to simply sit and listen to the world surrounding her, not that she did it very often though. Midna let life guide her through its everyday journey, which often led to her exploring the more destroyed and human related areas. But every once in awhile, she would be content within her own homelands. But every once in awhile.. she questioned weather or not she truly belonged in such a place. Shaking the thoughts out of her mind, she laid down in a soft grass filled area only a few feet away from the stream. Perhaps she would take a nap, or simply relax for awhile. Her skull was placed gently on her white paws, before she closed her eyes and let the forest do all of the talking. Muse: Krewella - Killin ItBinary Rain Anima-Theory Word Count: 459 OOC: Sorry for the boring first post :x
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Post by Ɲƴƭe- on Apr 28, 2013 20:28:39 GMT -8
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The vast expanse of trees and sky flooded out before her. The sheer mass of the world seemed to be just under her feet as she stood on what seemed like the top of the world. Vyra took a large breath of the spring season, letting it out slowly. Smelling of new life and wonder. She let her sharp yellow eyes wander the tops of the tree lines, all the way out to the mountains covered in spring showers. Although the clouds hardly made it over the mountains this time of year. It was still early yet to get a large storm.
The cliff beneath her led to quite the fall should one stumble on its edges. And although it never looked stable, not once had the fae watched things fall from it. So she knew it to be safe. The wind flowed past her, tickling her fur as she laid on the edge. Her front paws just reaching over the cliff, taunting the sense of danger as it came. Vyra closed her eyes and let the whole feeling of nature surround her. Nature knowing that this was her favorite place to sit and think.
Not much was on her mind today however. The ever lingering Rhazorn threats in the back of her mind, while life went on in the forest.. she couldn't help but to be curious on what they were planning. If anything at all. The she-wolf opened her bright yellow eyes again and surveyed the area. She would have to start guard soon. 'No time like the present..' Her thoughts spoke, and she raised from her laying position. Spending a few more moments on this cliff edge. Closing her eyes once more and letting the wind sway her gently back and fourth, filling her again with the life of a wolf who could run for a thousand miles and never be tired.
A quick flash of yellow eyes and Vyra turned from her spot, dashing down the cliff and into the pine forest treeline.
She had made her way down this path many times, at least once a day so she knew it very well. Knew ever tree and branch by name it felt. And as she ran, she knew one thing. She was free. The green and brown mottled environment all but a blur as she stretched her long and graceful legs out upon the steady crunching of the dead undergrowth. It was all to soon that she slowed herself to begin checking the border for things that she was unsure of. But after a few minutes of finding nothing, she was off again.
It didn't take long for Vyra to reach one of the streams, and she slowed down a few hundred feet from it. Once again checking for anything unusual. And she found it. Although not unusual, the smell was slightly different. As if.. as if it was not quite of the pack, yet held the packs sent. Vyra followed a path down to the stream and saw what she knew to be one of the recent additions to the pack. The fae looked at the other for a moment, not knowing if she saw her yet or not before making her way down to the riverside. Quenching her thirst quite nicely.
As she raised her head from the water, a few droplets fell from her creamy brown and white muzzle. She turned her intimidating gaze toward the younger she-wolf and with her head held high she let a soft smile creep over her face. "Hello.. Midna was it?" she asked, walking over, taking her own seat near the other wolf. Her yellow eyes moving from Midna to the stream. Watching as the water flowed over the smoothed out rocks and the young fish playing in the shallows.
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Post by <{Txep}> on Apr 30, 2013 16:49:37 GMT -8
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Four. Female. Arabian Wolf. Bisexual. Xarthen. 22.5 inches. 33lbs.
The Arabic fae woke up abruptly from her unpleasant slumber, splashing of water and some lyrics not to far off. Yawning, Hadya pulled herself out from underneath the bush that'd been her shelter. Stretching out and shaking her mane and back Mohawk till she righted herself standing straight. Finally she stepped out from behind the bush to see whom was there bothering her restless rest.
To big for her face orange orbs and bat like ears peered into view, the scents of these strange western wolves came to her nasal passages. Still very skeptical of them, Hadya walked down the bank of the stream about twenty yards down from them. Was it normal for their breed of wolf to not shed their winter pelt properly? How were they not over heating?
She'd yet to really personalize herself with these brethren of hers, though she was a bit cautious of the whole idea in general. Grateful she was, grateful they were at least not the merciless mongrels called dogs. Heathens should have been named feces', so far better fitting for the lesser canines species. Hadya huffed a breath as just lowered her dome to the pure liquids for a lap.
Licking her kissers after her swig, Hadya sat down, curling her shorter than most tail around her paws. Swiveling her sleek tiara in the other pack mates direction, looking them over as she kept to herself. She'd made her presence known. There was no reason to speak unless spoken to, she was still curious to who these giant cousins were.
Speeeeech!
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