Post by Nakisai on Jun 25, 2016 22:45:28 GMT -5
Holster. Conflict. The serpentine of doubt slithered through chaotic mindset. Judging by the conversation he so rudely invited himself into it was certainly plausible wasn't it? The Crew. Were the rumours true? Outcast tread slowly over the lands that were so carefully marked- yet the scent of canine was limited compared to the stories he had been used to. THIS? THIS was what was left? Or was it yet another imposter posing the name of a MIA king? Snorting through gooey nasal paths he let out a grotesque sneeze. UGH. Now, Holster wasn't a looker. In fact, he was quite the opposite. Ugly mug was lined with dirt and grime. Pelt was a master piece of garbage. Fleas, muck and stray foliage all littered his muscular canvas. At least today the voices were quiet. Nomadic beast had been a wanderer- and thus the timeline allowed for solitary insanity. (c) .Or, could it just be that Holster was mad? It was obvious the way nomad was built that he detained a construction of a brawler. Bulky, a little thin but- he could definitely hold his own. Curiosity was the reason for his visit to these 'whispered' lands. CURIOUS. I mean, come on.. this wasn't it, was it? A tingle burned the back of his nostrils and again another sneeze was splattered all over the gorgeous landscape. A dry tongue lolled from blackened gums as he licked over his snout. Prancing about, he continued further to where he had seen the others last night. This mutt might get some more stolen advice!(d)
Justicar. Golden eyes scanned the expanse of skies, as she moved swiftly through the lands with her senses on a regular high alert, perhaps her mind had sent her straight into this paranoia on its own or perhaps it was just in her blood to go down this path, her own mother and father had gone pretty quickly so to still be alive at seven years herself was an accomplisment for her family. It made her sad to have found the smoldering remains of Decorum, but it had atleast made her cease regretting her leaving it in the first place! Finding herself coming near to the river, she spotted the remnants of a fallen tree and quite pleasantly drags herself up onto the stump to park her ass down for a moment, enjoying the calm serenity of the ever growing familiarity of the territory, Watching the fish in the river swimming around almost too peacefully. And trying her best to ignore the growing desire to just pluck a few out and devour them viciously, perhaps she had been keeping too much of her time alone- her company wasn't that good after all, being alone with ones thoughts for an extended period of time is a pain in the ass sometimes. Sitting back on her hind quarters she begins to scratch at the tall-ish stump with her front paws, picking at them to try and make her mark in it. "Harasho. What a pain..." she grumbles to herself. (d)
Holster. Obsidian scopes were vigilant and even more so egotistical when it came to his many trails of espionage. He had quite the impressive resume! Muscle was fact of that, anyone who doubted such would face those disgusting looking incisors of his. Zoom in- if gums were peeled the yellowed fang were starting to orange at the bottom. The thickness of bone however was impressive. SMILE se his grin? Hehe. Holster was a solitary vagrant who was not too fond of pack life, and desired the trickster lifestyle. Ah yes, this was Holster. A travelling circus! A party of two! Sound the trumpets and bring out the lions! Pause for the cheering! Hahaha. The chortle was exterior, his vocals rumbled in humor as that not-so-right imagination started spinning. He continued to trot his yucky figure across 'legendary' territory. Oh? Wait? What is this? These spheres shifted as his dome cantered curiously; smell. (c) The sour scent of claim was weak and honestly in his opinion unimpressive. Holster wasn't sure if those reports were accurate. Outcast rounded a corner and! A lady? He paused. Burly construction was still- so still his dry pelt could be mistaken for bark. Earthy toned, he sport not a bright color at all. Eyes were like glass so still and shiny as he observed the other in the light. She seemed distress by body language. Thick paw pushed down into the emerald blades as he tread closer. "Well, hello there miss!" He chirped. A poor excuse for a tail slapped behind him. It looked like it had been ripped clean off. "How are you on these- no no.. no this fine day!" Watch your words or you'll give it all away and we can't have that. (d)
Justicar. Having had her moment of near childish massacre for her stump, the dark toned wolf shook off the wooden chips and let them scatter down below her position, nodding briskly at the state of her claim on the stump. Perhaps it was a silly concept to be pushing for since it'd no doubt still be sat on by the others, regardless of her temptations to have her own spot around here- maybe she should find a more hidden place later on for the sake of her pouting at the least, Flicking her ear irritably for a moment she wondered if someone was around, but how could she be sure? She glanced around lazily for a bit, unsure of whats going on for moment before quite suddenly taking in the sight of... well... that was something quite peculiar for her sights, it had been quite some time since she'd met anyone new - and this one had a composure that was ... unique to her. Resisting the urge to lift her brow she instead offered a polite smile to the intrud- New comer. "Salutations, Ser." licking (c) her maw for but a moment before continuing, "I do suppose i am well, the sun is fine in itself... But i can not say i have seen you around these parts. May i ask your name? I am happy to tell you mine is Justicar. But people grow weary of the full thing within the first saying. Most just call me Justi." although. she honestly preferred Just, sounded more like a strict meaning, and if one thing held up it was her strange formalities, little quirks that she has never been able to shake and no one has ever really matched. (d)
Holster. Wonderful! Wonderful. It was ever so grand when his developing campaigns ran smoothly. Belly was void of goal, maybe this was the meat he was seeking! Finally, better than the last hitch. Imposing bastard had wasted so much of his PRECIOUS time. Now Holster had ventured here with a heavy heart and a headache, which irritated the already twisted canine. Clouded nasal paths were blocked with the sour scent of bitter domination. Ah well. Some wind was better than no wind was it not? I mean. Effort was expected but it was a feast when he could obtain food upfront! That tingling happened again- a sneeze. A thick mucus exited his snout and dripped down his muzzle attractively. He tittered in delight and again allowed his tongue to venture upwards to lick away the evidence. A few laps of his dry tongue slapped his nose in fleshy sounding beauty until it was gone. It was good when one was judgmental of maundered appearance.(c) Furs were tangled in an uproar of filth and intertwine with burying fleas. Holster wasn't an idiot. A fool, yes. But an idiot? Mark the one who thought such the REAL fool. Eagerness bloomed off him in waves of thick interest. Aha, so a name. Straggled canine emit a sound of glee. Tawny hues were dull due to the mess of his whole. "Fancy. I am Hol. Pleased to meet you." An intruder was the correct assumption. Arrogantly; a mangled tail lifted- or what was left of it. He began to chortle as the voices slithered through his ears. "So. What is that disgusting scent placed around here? A pack perhaps?" He trot those solid paws over the mud- not bothered by the texture. He turned away from the woman who was too kind to live up to the word- no the legend he had been warned about.(c) So- tastefully. He walked over to the pine tree. The scent filling his nostrils and he lift a back leg and pissed. The sound of liquid dripping from his underside was awkward but- if one were to seek his face. A sneer showed off those orangey fang, slick and coated in saliva and promptly when he was done, walked off. (d)
DONE.
Justicar. Golden eyes scanned the expanse of skies, as she moved swiftly through the lands with her senses on a regular high alert, perhaps her mind had sent her straight into this paranoia on its own or perhaps it was just in her blood to go down this path, her own mother and father had gone pretty quickly so to still be alive at seven years herself was an accomplisment for her family. It made her sad to have found the smoldering remains of Decorum, but it had atleast made her cease regretting her leaving it in the first place! Finding herself coming near to the river, she spotted the remnants of a fallen tree and quite pleasantly drags herself up onto the stump to park her ass down for a moment, enjoying the calm serenity of the ever growing familiarity of the territory, Watching the fish in the river swimming around almost too peacefully. And trying her best to ignore the growing desire to just pluck a few out and devour them viciously, perhaps she had been keeping too much of her time alone- her company wasn't that good after all, being alone with ones thoughts for an extended period of time is a pain in the ass sometimes. Sitting back on her hind quarters she begins to scratch at the tall-ish stump with her front paws, picking at them to try and make her mark in it. "Harasho. What a pain..." she grumbles to herself. (d)
Holster. Obsidian scopes were vigilant and even more so egotistical when it came to his many trails of espionage. He had quite the impressive resume! Muscle was fact of that, anyone who doubted such would face those disgusting looking incisors of his. Zoom in- if gums were peeled the yellowed fang were starting to orange at the bottom. The thickness of bone however was impressive. SMILE se his grin? Hehe. Holster was a solitary vagrant who was not too fond of pack life, and desired the trickster lifestyle. Ah yes, this was Holster. A travelling circus! A party of two! Sound the trumpets and bring out the lions! Pause for the cheering! Hahaha. The chortle was exterior, his vocals rumbled in humor as that not-so-right imagination started spinning. He continued to trot his yucky figure across 'legendary' territory. Oh? Wait? What is this? These spheres shifted as his dome cantered curiously; smell. (c) The sour scent of claim was weak and honestly in his opinion unimpressive. Holster wasn't sure if those reports were accurate. Outcast rounded a corner and! A lady? He paused. Burly construction was still- so still his dry pelt could be mistaken for bark. Earthy toned, he sport not a bright color at all. Eyes were like glass so still and shiny as he observed the other in the light. She seemed distress by body language. Thick paw pushed down into the emerald blades as he tread closer. "Well, hello there miss!" He chirped. A poor excuse for a tail slapped behind him. It looked like it had been ripped clean off. "How are you on these- no no.. no this fine day!" Watch your words or you'll give it all away and we can't have that. (d)
Justicar. Having had her moment of near childish massacre for her stump, the dark toned wolf shook off the wooden chips and let them scatter down below her position, nodding briskly at the state of her claim on the stump. Perhaps it was a silly concept to be pushing for since it'd no doubt still be sat on by the others, regardless of her temptations to have her own spot around here- maybe she should find a more hidden place later on for the sake of her pouting at the least, Flicking her ear irritably for a moment she wondered if someone was around, but how could she be sure? She glanced around lazily for a bit, unsure of whats going on for moment before quite suddenly taking in the sight of... well... that was something quite peculiar for her sights, it had been quite some time since she'd met anyone new - and this one had a composure that was ... unique to her. Resisting the urge to lift her brow she instead offered a polite smile to the intrud- New comer. "Salutations, Ser." licking (c) her maw for but a moment before continuing, "I do suppose i am well, the sun is fine in itself... But i can not say i have seen you around these parts. May i ask your name? I am happy to tell you mine is Justicar. But people grow weary of the full thing within the first saying. Most just call me Justi." although. she honestly preferred Just, sounded more like a strict meaning, and if one thing held up it was her strange formalities, little quirks that she has never been able to shake and no one has ever really matched. (d)
Holster. Wonderful! Wonderful. It was ever so grand when his developing campaigns ran smoothly. Belly was void of goal, maybe this was the meat he was seeking! Finally, better than the last hitch. Imposing bastard had wasted so much of his PRECIOUS time. Now Holster had ventured here with a heavy heart and a headache, which irritated the already twisted canine. Clouded nasal paths were blocked with the sour scent of bitter domination. Ah well. Some wind was better than no wind was it not? I mean. Effort was expected but it was a feast when he could obtain food upfront! That tingling happened again- a sneeze. A thick mucus exited his snout and dripped down his muzzle attractively. He tittered in delight and again allowed his tongue to venture upwards to lick away the evidence. A few laps of his dry tongue slapped his nose in fleshy sounding beauty until it was gone. It was good when one was judgmental of maundered appearance.(c) Furs were tangled in an uproar of filth and intertwine with burying fleas. Holster wasn't an idiot. A fool, yes. But an idiot? Mark the one who thought such the REAL fool. Eagerness bloomed off him in waves of thick interest. Aha, so a name. Straggled canine emit a sound of glee. Tawny hues were dull due to the mess of his whole. "Fancy. I am Hol. Pleased to meet you." An intruder was the correct assumption. Arrogantly; a mangled tail lifted- or what was left of it. He began to chortle as the voices slithered through his ears. "So. What is that disgusting scent placed around here? A pack perhaps?" He trot those solid paws over the mud- not bothered by the texture. He turned away from the woman who was too kind to live up to the word- no the legend he had been warned about.(c) So- tastefully. He walked over to the pine tree. The scent filling his nostrils and he lift a back leg and pissed. The sound of liquid dripping from his underside was awkward but- if one were to seek his face. A sneer showed off those orangey fang, slick and coated in saliva and promptly when he was done, walked off. (d)
DONE.
