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Post by MissTris on Sept 22, 2010 14:33:41 GMT -5
Out towards the middle of the lake some would spy a dusty red hewed thing bobbing upon the water. It glints with scales and prickles with fur...what is it? is it dead? But no! With a flick of tail Triis turns back over and dives into the water.
Her heritage is a mish-mash. Her species proud. Didymus Pychi, the twin soul. Its the figurative sense, for she has a whole soul, but it's her heritage again that leads to her own name. Dracor.
She bursts free from the water, droplets flying of scaled wings that bore her to the sweet blue sky. The weakening sun of Autumn sparkles through her crimson and dust-rose scales lending them a glow and drying them. Her face pointed strait up, heavenward. Her bottle green bright eyes are closed to the sun as it brushes her face like a familiar friend. The scaled pattern around her eye dries faster than the fur around them, and stand out as being directly crimson, where her fur is dusty red and brown tinted.
Her long muzzle parts just lightly showing white white teeth in double row. It closes again for but a moment before a howl builds in her throat and unable to be contained breaks free with crystal clarity, radiant and happy like silver wedding bells. The spines along her back are flat, so it's easier to fly upwards, up and up! and up! There is no stopping, no need nor want to end this glorious feeling of freedom. Such elation! Her tail sweeps beneath her spraying water still as it gets harder to climb strait into the sky from the water.
She turns and dips, catching a thermal with her sensitive leather and it bares her high, she can see the whole Valley beneath her, a space of rich life but only a spot in the vast spine of the mountains clung with mist and deeper in snow capped. The lake...
She smiles, a deviant kind of smile sharp and personal, her bottle green eyes narrow to slits as she tucks her wings in around her, a veritable jacket with the thumbs up by her chest and foretalons, which are balled in fists. Ears pinned back, tail out strait behind her as though she is some kind of bomb she plummets through the high drafted thermal into the cooler low air that is sitting over the Valley, lower still, into the crater.
One wrong out stretch, one little spurt of uncontrolled movement...will mean death. Podlike in opening her wings click back just slightly from her chest, allowing an air pocket to form by her breast. She holds her shoulders tense so they do not rip away from her and immobilize her flight for good or kill her. Opening sightly more, tilted to avoid a huge rush. Almost imperceptibly her decent has slowed. A little more...
a little closer...
Her wings are half cocked now, making her look like a large M to those below seeing her fall.
A little closer...So much closer to the water she can see a fish swimming.
Her eyes open wide as her wings snap open and she tucks into a spiral to keep from total harm or tearing. It works, though it still hurts some...it always does, but it's so much fun! She plunged into the water again, deep in her dive before the water finally arrests her with embrace.
Fire, air, water and land...these the things a Dracor make. These the things needed for a Triis to make.
She surfaces again and paddles to a little island. Her muscles quake with the adrenaline, but now she is tired and pleased. Head resting on scaled fore arms and wings stretched to either side Triis waits and rests.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 22, 2010 18:27:28 GMT -5
A colorful figure pondered through the forest, strong and proud. His right eye ruby red, and his other sapphire blue. A long muzzle, followed by a streak of red ran down along the wolf's face. Fangs stuck out of his maw, deadly and ready to pierce skin. The male wolf, alpha of the Anti-Miras pack, blinked, the scar along his eye became complete for a brief moment.
With each step of pride, the male wolf brought up one of his front paws, a dark shade of violet, and brought it down to the ground. As well as his front leg, the male wolf, named Oblivion, for he represents hell, brought up his back leg. His back leg was a sky blue, much different than the front legs. His curled tail flicked, the neon tip glowed. The scent of another struck his leathery nose, a white streak forming from upon it.
He pulled his ears back, one of them being blue with neon green fur within. Why was this male so colorful? It was because he was one of the painted wolves, though he was somewhat different. Oblivion does not feast on flesh, but rather blood. The fangs that stick from his mouth could be mistaken for canines, but they are not.
The large wolf broke into a trot, following the scent of the one known as Dracor, though he did not know the name. The scent became stronger. The large muscles within the alpha wolf hardened and tensed. Claws were retracted and lips were raised into a snarl. The fool was on Anti Miras territory, and he had not known.
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Post by MissTris on Sept 22, 2010 20:50:10 GMT -5
ooc: No, Triis, Female, is not on Anti-Miras. She's ON the lake, mutual territories.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 22, 2010 21:12:28 GMT -5
ooc:// My bad >_>.....ive been having a bad day so....
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Post by Blitz on Sept 24, 2010 0:22:14 GMT -5
She was fleeting, nimble paws beating against the gentle Earth. The nightmare eating creature sets her sights upon the lake. The glorious water, a place to relax even. Little vixen growing closer and closer, until a wall of scents slammed into her features. Dracor and painted wolf scent mingled in the air, the fox's ears pulled back uneasily. No, she would remain cheery, maybe they would be friendly?
She prances onewards once more, finally her paws step where grass meets the banks of the lake. Looking up and all around, studying her surroundings for good places to hide. Just in case, just in case. The marbled fox then begins to lap up the cool water, enjoy it greatly as she sits down to enjoy herself. Bushy tail skimming over the lake shore, ears set forward to flick at the sounds that rose from odd places. Nasno stood out against her background, darn, when was winter coming? Fall was no place for her. Humming once more, the canine began to what appeared to be dance along the shore line.
Her figuire swaying with the mumbled 'hmms' she made, eyes closing once more. Yes, it seemed as though the vixen was living it up. Opening her eyes, something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. Looking to face the distant dracor, who seemed to be perched upon an island or even the water itself. Such regal appearance, surely a new friend to be had. "Hello-!" The creature calls out to the mystic being, hoping she was loud enough. Gathering up a bit more energy, the fox almost bounces along the shoreline. "Hello-!" Nasno shouts to Triis once more, in absolute glee over the find of another thing to atleast sit and speak with.
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Post by MissTris on Sept 24, 2010 0:41:37 GMT -5
I blink slowly into waking. What was that? what woke me from a light doze? I yawn, great white teeth flashing before my jaws clap shut and I stare down at my leather topped muzzle at the sand. Leaning slightly to one side a wing lifting from the loose soil and stretching, a resounding crack coming from a join. The other followed suit but without the rough cracking of bone.
Focusing once more...There? I shake my head, ears flapping and fur coming loose from it's died pats. A fox?
I stretch forward now, claws digging into the soil black talons protruding from crimson scales that shine in the weak sun. Awake better now wings stretched I back...jump forward in two bounds and catch the cool air current that rides the water. A little white fox frantically yelling hello. "Heya!" I call as I get close enough and finally touch bank with a light thump. "Who are you ne? I'm Triis, are you ok." I smile softly, as I speak and it reaches my eyes in a familiar way. These are eyes use to smiling.
Overall body tone is relaxed and happy, this is such a lovely day it's wonderful to meet someone new.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 24, 2010 18:44:55 GMT -5
The call from the fox alarmed Oblivion, for he was not expecting anyone else, nor had he scented them. annoyed, the painted wolf pulled his ears back and bounded towards the voice. He was not one that liked other animals, for he was a painted wolf. Not only that, but being a vampire wolf as well made him less-social. "Who goes there?" he asks menacingly. He did not try to, but that was just how his voice sounded, for he was also a wolf from hell.
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Post by MissTris on Sept 24, 2010 22:02:33 GMT -5
Triis's ears flick back a moment, then forward again and though smaller than this painted hellion by a scant amount she stands her ground and frowns. She knows who he is, though this dumb brute may forget her. She would not put it past him... She lifts her lip, the leathery scales across the top of her muzzle wrinkle and her glare is sharp "Excuse me?" she asks with a sarcastic tone "How about you? Who do you think you are to badger in with your nasty attitude? This is mutual Land, you have no right to demand of anyone."
She snorts, unafraid of him here, a bit of her inside finds his colors silly but interesting too. She's not sure why he's colored so, was it accident? chance? Who was to know. She did know as much that he was a Hellion, but as to the type and style she was at loss.
Triis, a free roamer, who by weird instances became a pack leader often times considers giving it to the first person she thinks will care well for it. Though she's still a leader now, and lords even knows why.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 25, 2010 15:20:56 GMT -5
The painted wolf growled, irritated, though his body stayed some-what relaxed. He would not fight the dracor, for he knew it would be a tough battle. The thought loomed in Oblivion's head as a yawn escaped his maw. Resting his eyes back onto Triis, he pulled only one ear back, the one that was blue and neon green. "I don't have an attitude. If I did, you would know. I'm not saying I could beat you in a battle or anything, Triis, but if I were in a bad mood I would have attacked for no apparent reason." The large wolf looked at the fox, curious as to what it was here fo as well. Triis was right, of course, that this was mutual territory. But Oblivion would keep his guard up, for they were still close to the Anti-Mira's territory.
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Post by Blitz on Sept 25, 2010 16:25:31 GMT -5
Ever foolish, Nasno paid no mind to Oblivion's vicious attitude. No, she would gladly saunter forward to gently reach her muzzle up. Inhaling how he smelt before wandering back to Triis, sad that they had been interrupted. "I'm Nasno." She tells both Painted Wolf and Dracor, gaze shifting between them. Although she was a bit more fond of Triis, who had greeted her with questions and happiness, no, this male was bitter seeming. Maybe he was just having a bad day? Yes, that must be it, Nasno nodded her head in agreement with herself. The fox, who was obviously the smallest out of these three, huddled herself close to Triis.
Bubble space? No such thing, not for Nasno. As Oblivion spoke again, her ears perked up, listening as he explained himself to Triis. Of course, Nasno was but a stranger to what they were speaking about, obviously they had known each other. Although, Nasno had never seen friends greet each other in this sort of manner. Looking to her toes, she wiggles them and shifts her paws, bushy tail flicking and brushing against Triis every so often. Leaning forward, Nasno seems to enjoy listening to these beings chit chat amongst themselves.
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Post by Draconis on Sept 28, 2010 23:06:17 GMT -5
Oblivion noticed the fox shifting away, and pulled his ears back for it. He was only being "Kind", for he was in mutual territory and he respected that. Gazing at Triis, he snickered. "Seems to me like you've got yourself a little pet there. Wish I had one myself, to do all of my biding of course, but oh well." Oblivion was not the social type, so he always stated oh he felt about something openly. His blue and green ear raised up, leaving the other down.
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Post by MissTris on Oct 1, 2010 1:04:29 GMT -5
That seemed to bother her a little, for she shifted and reached down for Nasno, holding out a clawed forearm with the silver and wooden bangles clinking to offer the little Fox a climb up. "Nasno is no pet, are you friend?" she asks with an inflection of already blooming love for the smaller creature. Triis loves to easily sometimes, but here she will come to no harm, not from Nasno. This is a friendly love, she feels the Fox is a good soul.
"Pets are for humanoids, and useless beasts who wish to akin to them. I've had troubles with humanoids, Oblivion, I am here because I was driven from my home by the very beasts." She does not seem sad for this though, she's long since gotten use to it, and her phase of abducting things has passed anyway.
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Post by Blitz on Oct 2, 2010 19:01:53 GMT -5
Listening to Oblivion, pet, what pet? The fox does know what pet means, atleast she knew something. The seemingly bitter words just bounced off her, attention turning to the forearm that was offered. Nasno was slow at first, to climb up, but soon enough grew faster. Rough paw pads gave her a decent grip, as well as the fact she spread her toes apart to distribute weight.
Nasno just about trips on one of the bangles, looking at it, a paw batting gently at the thing. She was fascinated with them, Nasno promised herself to get something like that. Although most likely, her own would be in the form of a berry vine sloppily tied around her little ankles. Even that thought though, made a smile cracked her features. "Nope, not a pet, I'm a fox, actually." She as-a-matter-of-factly informed Oblivion, brows quirked in questioning. Foolish wolf, not knowing she was a fox.
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Post by Draconis on Oct 3, 2010 17:00:12 GMT -5
Oblivion shrugged, unsure of what his answer would be to the dracor. "I can be either, friend or foe. We are on mutual territory, so I am neither. You are no apart of the Anit-MIras, so I am not friend. If we on the pack's territory, then I would be the enemy, but do not misunderstand me." He could not say it any simpler, for he was not used to socializing. A cold breeze cut through his pelt, a slight shiver went down the large wolf's spine. Winter was coming, and soon. Looking to the fox, a laugh escaped his mouth. Oblivions fangs flashed as he answered the fox. "I know you are a fox, do not take me for a fool." The green tip of his tail twitched slightly, for he was slightly irritated at the fox's ignorance.
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