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Post by -NightShade- on Oct 31, 2009 16:50:52 GMT -5
The striking white coat of the wolf was highly visible against the dark mossy forest floor, her underbelly was a dull cream colour, and flecks of dirt and bark were matting into her silky summer coat. Both eyelids placed carefully down, but with one ear instinctually perked in her light slumber. A slight noise soon saw her snap upright, tail deadly still and staight behind her, grey eyes scanning the landscape and ears perked and positioned to hear opposite sides of the forest. She hadn't expected to be disturbed. There was a soft and steady rise and fall of her chest, and her steely short claws began to create an indent in the mossy ground below, each and every muscle tensed, poised to fight or run, or, of course, talk her away out of it. That was a strong strength of Viskas.
A scurried rushed movement caught her eye, and her head swivelled round in an instant, her soft grey eyes now sharp and focused, one of them framed harshly behind her jet black eyepatch, the feature that without it, she wouldn't be here today, she'd be surrounded by her prissy pure bred pack. She was better without them, they held her back, they were unintelligent and didn't think about the instinctual side of things. Raw nature, thats the way Viska preferred things. Her ebony lips curled back and revealed pearly white fangs, hiding the pink fleshy tounge beneath, a low rumbling growl escaped the back of her throat. But it wasn't a growl of warning, or of defense or challenge, it was a clear snarl of irratation, a perky grey squirrel was the culprit of her disturbance, she would have prefered the sleep. She sighed softly and sat back on her haunches, folding underneath herself.
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Post by Oberon on Oct 31, 2009 17:03:32 GMT -5
Benvolio was furious, fuming, and he had been since his embarrassment down by the tracks. Who did these dogs think they were, stereotyping him like this? He wasn't ignorant or driven by blood. He didn't want to eat them and now he sure as heck didn't want to talk to them. All he had wanted was to play, maybe chat. 'Dogs are idiotic anyway, he thought to himself. They weren't really. Not to him. He liked them, they were more fun, less afraid of acting 'immature for their age,' which was all the wolves cared about. Right now, though, he hated their guts. He heard a snarl from the somewhere to his right, hidden in the lush spring-time scrubs. Thinking whoever it was was growling at him, he snarled back rather unpleasantly. He followed the voice, ready to find out what the heck their problem was, and found a white wolf standing alone, growling at a squirrel. His anger dissipated somewhat. He wasn't in any trouble then. He followed the squirrel with his eyes as it scampered up a tree. "Blasted little geezers, squirrels," he said out loud. |
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Post by -NightShade- on Oct 31, 2009 17:21:51 GMT -5
Hearing an answering snarl shocked Viska somewhat, she frowned and tilted her head to the side, her grey eyes shinging brightly, full of life, but somewhat confused. It took a breif moment for the she-wolf to register that the answering growl had not been directed from the small irratating squirrel. She then grinned slightly, and turned her head toward the vocals that had ventured out to her. She sat back, relaxing her features, all the wolves were somewhat proud, and she thought that for now at least, she was safe in the presence of this one, she had decided that his words were friendly enough, and a wolf wouldnt attack another wolf without reason. If they did, she would be surprised, and it would further be increasing the attitudes the mongrels had of them. Quite. her tone was soft, but her words were clipped short. Her silverly eyes flicked over the form before her, checking strengths and weaknesses, deciding of his worth. He passed her test, and she tilted her head to the side once more, a characteristic that was common with Viska. I'm Viska. she stated simply, tones lacking of emotion, she was aware she knew nothing of this male.
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Post by Oberon on Oct 31, 2009 18:07:49 GMT -5
"Viska's pretty," he said ponderously. "What's that, Sweedish? Russian?" He thought about it for a while, then decided it was best he introduced himself. "I'm Benvolio." He stared into her grey eyes, which must have been terribly rude of him, but he didn't care. He had never really chained himself to what others considered 'socially acceptable.' To him, playing tag with a poodle was very much acceptable. To others, it was down right wrong. He moved his eyes over her, taking in the details as he waited for a reply. She was pure white, like him. She was much sleeker, with a bushier tail. His legs were longer, though, but his neck not as long, and his eyes -- 'Woah,' he thought, noticing the eye patch for the first time. 'Wasn't expecting that."So where does that come from?" he asked curiously of the eye patch. It certainly wasn't customary of his breed. He had mother, father, aunt and cousin to confirm that. |
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Post by -NightShade- on Oct 31, 2009 19:10:37 GMT -5
Viska lifted her head, surprised at his ease of asking her about her markings, most didn't, they seemed to shy away from the subject, assuming that Viska was sensitive over it. Luckily for the other wolf, who she had now learnt was named Benvolio, she wasn't, and didn't mind explaining how she came to have the patch. She smiled lightly, feeling comfortable in her skin, she had told this tale many times before, and had learnt to glance over the details, and simply state the information needed to know. My family bloodlines were all pure arctic wolf, but my great grand mother.. had a certain slip up. She laughed a melodic soft laugh and continued with soft vocals, So my great grandfather is a grey wolf. It has its advantages, and its disadvantages. She shrugged lightly, unsure of this males take of this information, all the other arctic wolves had shunned her away for it, but then again, the other arctic wolves had all been her prissy family.
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Post by Oberon on Oct 31, 2009 20:22:07 GMT -5
Benvolio smiled. "Oh," he said. "That sounds simple enough." He massaged his paws into the ground restlessly. It was fun to meet new wolves. Sometimes anyway. This Viska seemed like one of the fun ones. "I wish I had an eye patch. I'd go around all day talking like a pirate," he told her. And he'd do it too. "Arr matey! Shiver me timbers!" He exclaimed, jumping onto a fallen log. "I be the dreaded Captain Benvolio, king of pirates! Terror of the seven seas! Even the mighty Neptune bows down before me!" He pranced on the log and his hind foot slipped over a patch of moss. He yelped in surprise and rolled down the side of the log, landing on his back in the mushy dirt.
"Well that was pleasant," he said, picking himself up and shaking the dead leaves off his white coat. "Now I'm gonna have to take a bath." |
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Post by -NightShade- on Nov 1, 2009 5:28:43 GMT -5
Viska laughed at the male before hers antics, the resemblance to a pirates eye patch hadn't really crossed her mind, but ut amused her greatly now it had. She sat back and her head and gaze followed the other as he moved about the log, her ears pinned and head raised as he fell, but shifted back to her realxed position soon after he righted himself. Her eyes shone with laughter and she stood, moving a few curious paces toward him, her light frame held her ivory head, which was once again turned to the side, placed neatly in her default curious position. Her feathered tail batted the ground a few times, but the movement was so light it barely made a sound. She laughed aloud once more, Yes, I should lead a band of rebellious pirate wolves! the thought of it seemed quite ridiculous, but the idea was fun. Everyone seemed to be taking things way too seriously at present, Viska was glad that she appeared to have finally met someone who broke this trend. Her gaze flicked over the arctic wolf one more, and she nodded lightly, One of the many troubles of having a white coat. she said absently, and instinctivley shook off some of the mud patches that had stained her underbelly from lying on the forest floor.
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Post by Oberon on Nov 1, 2009 19:43:48 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry this took so long! I spent the day advertising *dies*)) "Yeah, but it pays off when winter comes!" he said with a wide grin plastered on his face. "Plus it looks cool. Though it's possible I'm a little biased. Maybe." He looked around at the green shrubbery. "You haven't been here long, then, have you?" he asked. He had a bad habit of switching the topic of a conversation and not telling anyone. It made some wolves (like his father, for example) go mad. Then he'd get a lecture about how he should think about what he was going to say before he said it, and how inconsiderate he was being to other people by not telling them. "Over reaction, much?" he mumbled. He wouldn't be able to count how many times he had heard that lecture if he counted in off on all his toes. He'd run out WAY too soon. |
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Post by -NightShade- on Nov 2, 2009 8:16:47 GMT -5
Viska smiled, her pearly teeth glistening as she did so, those fangs, so delicate to the eye, but along with her crafted jaw, held the power to kill. Her silvery grey eyes smiling gave her an angelic calm and cooling look, they were features that lit up her seemingly delicate face, but if she was angry, these same features didn't hesitate to give a cruel seething stare. Even if the rest of figure made no change at all, her eyes could easily dictate to others her mood, and right in this second, there was no exception. But the hostile steely gaze that her metallic eyes were so capable of was not present, in truth, it very rarely was. Her eyes seemed to dance pver the figure before her, pleased of his apparently friendly outlook and attitudes.
Her friendly laugh was melodic and happy, and the tip of her snow tail wagged ever so slightly. She held her gentle frame still, but tilted her head to one side, her jet black masked eye, the reminder of why she was outcasted, now leaning slightly downwards, with her icy white un-marked eye lifted slightly into the air. Both ears perked eagerly forwards, alert and listening to any signs. His words amsused her greatly, she too liked having the arctic coat, she found it distinguishable, but difficult when trying to be disgused in the forest grounds. His sudden change of subject confused her slightly, but she shrugged it lightly off, his question was a fair one, but she didn't feel it was really a question, it felt to her like much more of a statement, but she answered it anyway.
Not really, I left my previous pack nearly a year ago, but have really only been in this area for just under a month. She paused slightly, and lifted her head, so her own gaze met that of Benvolio's, she smiled lightly, again, her eyes, teeth and ears moving accordingly. What about you? How long have you been in these parts?
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Post by Oberon on Nov 2, 2009 12:50:59 GMT -5
Viska's pretty laugh - like the chiming bells of a clock tower - made him smile. And then it made him laugh. He didn't quite know why...he wasn't really sure what they were laughing about, but ever since he was a cub laughing has been one of his favourite past times. Which explains quite a lot. He beamed at her when she answered, happy to have found someone so different from his pack and so alike to him. " What about you? How long have you been in these parts?" she asked. Benvolio's ears swiveled forward. He wasn't used to being questioned, being the alpha and all - unless it was from his cousin. There, it was a constant stream of unrelenting question about 'where were you today?' and 'Did you have fun?', 'Shall we go work?', 'Can we...' blah blah blah. Thanks Balthazar, the thought to himself, biting his lip to keep from saying it out loud. He cleared his throat dramatically. "I've been here practically all my life," he said, puffing out his chest proudly. "Scratch that. I've been here all my life. And several generations back. We don't get out much." |
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Post by -NightShade- on Nov 2, 2009 13:19:08 GMT -5
Benvolio's proud posture amused Viska, but she bit back the laugh, thinking it would be rude, and he'd mistake it for mocking. It was nice to see pride in him, and interesting that he had lived here his whole life. It made her hesitate in her thoughts, he'd been here his whole life? Was his family related to the alpha here? she promptly brushed aside the thoughts, knowing it would probably be rude to ask, and she didn't want to put the male off her so early on in meeting her, she was quickly warming to him. He seemed to be unlike the others, much less... bloodthirsty, if that was the right way of putting it. Your different. she stated, without really meaning to. She immediatly wished she hadn't, That was a phrase that could be taken as either a compliment or an insult. She didn't want to be seen to insult him, but also, she was embarssed about the prospect of complimenting him so early in their meeting.
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Post by Oberon on Nov 2, 2009 14:15:09 GMT -5
He could see her trying not to laugh, and smiled. He didn't really know why she wasn't laughing. A laugh should always be entertained...unless maybe someone says they're going to kill you if you laugh. In which case you run away and hide behind some far away bush, then laugh as hard as you can at them and sprint off. It won't matter if they hear you then, cuz you've had a great big head start. " Different?" he asked, his ears drooping slightly with confusion. " Thank you...maybe. Or curse you, depending on what you mean by it." He sighed and stretched, massaging his claws into the mud. It sure was a lazy day. He flopped over onto his back and pawed at the air in front of him. "You wanna do something interesting?" He asked passively, staring past her at the blue-grey sky. |
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Post by -NightShade- on Nov 4, 2009 13:00:06 GMT -5
Viska smiled pleasantly, and her eyes still her her slightly amused gaze, It was a compliment. she voiced, and then her ears perked at the suggestion they do something interesting. Today had been somewhat of a slow day, and she was in a fairly active mood. She wanted to do something, but still didn't know the lands to well, Whats there to do? she thought aloud, but managed to voice it as a question, she turned to face the other snow white wolf, and tilted her head, a curious type of gesture, but one that could be considered characteristic of her, she was often tilting her frame one way or another, and each minor change in frame would dictate something different. This time though, it was simple (a word rarely used to desrcibe the complicated she-wolf), Viska was just curious, keen to try out something new, and do something fun with her afternoon.
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Post by Oberon on Nov 5, 2009 3:41:29 GMT -5
He let out a sarcastic scoff. " Not a whole lot," he assured her. " Mostly I just wander around or chase a rabbit or something. Or pester my cousin. That one's the most fun, I think, but not when he's in a bad mood. He can be scary when he's mad." An uncomfortable shiver slid down his spine as he remembered the last time Balthazar yelled at him. " It's best to avoid him when he gets in 'the mood.' So we won't do that. What do you usually do? At your home anyway. Er, your old home. This is your home now." He gave her a shaky smile and started walking into the woods, hoping she would follow. Maybe she had something better to do, something new and exciting. "We could try climbing trees..." he said doubtfully, staring up at the towering trees. "Or maybe that's a bad idea." |
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Post by -NightShade- on Nov 7, 2009 5:20:02 GMT -5
Viska shurgged lightly, a gesture matching the males own shrug. Her tail swished limply in the wind. She didn't really know what she had been doing. Boring things, I've been travelling alone a lot. In my old pack I wasn't treated too well, so I did all the tasks that the others didn't want to do. A light grin graced her features when thinking about annoying his cousin, pleased that this place could be simple and lighthearted. She found herself wondering what the rest of the land was doing now. And what they should be doing. There was always some boring medial task to avoid, but here it didn't seem like there was, they just seemed free. Her tail thumped more enthusiaticly at the thought, What would you be doing if you hadn't come across me?[/] she questioned lightly, genuinely curious as to the answer.
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