Post by Darais on Jun 26, 2016 23:47:42 GMT -5
Syledia. Dark lady had spent most of the day out past the river in the known hunting grounds, shed had no luck thus far in even scouting out a decent meal, with the pack growing in numbers the young Queen decided to search out a feast fit for Kings and Queens. Golden eyes scanned the landscape and finally spotted the largest buck shed seen that day. Licking her chops she got into position, her dark fluffy tail low as she made herself look as small as she coud as she stalked closer and closer. Ah, yes the young Queen was almost in position, just one.. more.. step, and just like that the dark lady launched her small but powerfully fast frame at her grazing prey. The larger animal scrambled for its footing in the damp lands, slipping and stuggling to break into run. Jaws opened and latched onto the back left leg as the buck cought its footing, realizing shed latched on the flailing creature she received a strong and powerful kick to the chops. With a grunt the firey eared Queen pushed forward >>
Syledia. With a grunt the firey eared Queen pushed forward, launching her body at the hind quarters of the larger beast. Jaws clenched the ass of the animal with vice-grip force, it craned its antlers back at her with force, trying to bash her off, in doing so the buck fell and landed on its side and in a blink of an eye the young lady had the jolting animal pinned and draining the life out of the once powerful buck. Ou the taste of blood was sweet in the lady's mouth as she held her prey with her frame. It was instinct, it was bred into her. That sweet bloodlust. Mmm. <<
Darais. Gloom laid hidden behind bright emerald orbs, a deep storm cloud hidden far in the back. Yet a smile gently played across his leathery chomps. A joker to the core. Dark brown hues painted his auds, they flicked and pinned to the location of another wolf. Orbs would roam the lands, hunting for someone to talk to, anyone really. He had been so alone, for so long. A fallen king. Yet, as he watched the beauty crouch, he realized she was hunting. He froze, slowly lowering down to his belly, so as not to ruin her chances. He hid in the tall grass, the wind playing across his cream fur. Orbs widened as he watched her sink those sharp pearls into her prey. Skull would tilt slightly, curious why she lingered a bit longer than he would have. He ignored the nagging in the back of his brain. Cream and soot dipped paws would push himself upwards, then slowly over to where she was going. ''Hello~'' He would murr out; voice gave away the fact he was male, before his scent could confirm. >
Darais. A scent that carried many different things about it, proof of nomadic position. No pack, no others were even hinted on him. His tail stayed at a neutral position, not wanting to throw around dominance, yet, unable too fully bring it down. Such a habit. He kept a respectable distance, not wanting to impose on her fresh kill. <
Holster. Prancing along carelessly; outcast was injected with the giggles. Rumble of cords chortled like an erratic toddler up to no good. Solid paws kicked up innocent vegetation; ripping it out without the respect it so deserved. The emerald blades fluttered behind him in waves of thin strands. Now. Holster had been fuelled with arrogance due to yesterday's prompt discussion. The information gained was one thing- but it was his action that proved more than he needed to know. Twas' just a story after all! Yet another imposter attempting to fill a cup too large- a legend so vast that many had drown in their ridiculous endeavours! Unfortunately for him that meant more exertion. Holster came in for one purpose of the legend. Elimination. He was quite saddened by this whisper too! All lies. LIES LIES LIES. A snort pushed through his nostrils allowing mucus to coat his snout unhealthily. (c)
Holster..This wouldn't do, no it wouldn't at all. His antics would surely be frowned upon if it was true and to get away scot free? HA. It was laughable at best. Holster continued to trot his muscular legs over the land he freely pissed on. He hummed in his head to punch out the silence. Awkwardness? Not with song! Not with the voice that lingered in the pits of his skull. Not with Holster. That villainous call that pressed the nomad into his insanity. The outcome of the sound was his craziness pecking at his skull. It was a combination of solitary confinement and a black past that never got light. Blood. The scent caused this unsightly mutt to pause. He took a moment to listen and- turned on his heel quickly to prance the other way until- OOOOOOO. A squeal exited his chops and a dirty tail gave a wag- well what was left of it. (c)
Holster..Looked like a bitch had taken down a large stag. At that very moment his belly rumbled and so did his cords. A pale pink tongue slipped out of his lips and lolled over his disgusting mug. "Mmmmmm." He moaned, that burly figure standing in place. Tawny pelt coupled with filth and muck. He was quite hideous to say the kindest. (d)
Syledia. Lady loved the taste of the blood as it dripped down her tongue and throat, savouring the moment she held the dead animal in its place until it ceased to move completely. Oh what a proud moment for the young Queen. Suddenly her moment was interrupted as a hello was emitted from a short distance away, followed moments later by a desire for her feast. Oh no, this was The Crews. Syledia shot the two of them glances before stepping over her freshly fallen prey. "Can i help you?" shed say in a demanding tone, this was her kill and unless they intended to help carry that dead weight to her home, this was not for them. [short, sorry.]
(Syl leaves for the night)
Darais has been slowly perking up, in what would appear to be slow motion if anyone actually watched his facial expressions that closely. Well, that was until something started sneezing so close to a freshly killed meal. Gross! However, it was not his place to judge, so the smile still lingered happily upon his crisp, clean mug. However, he could not help but raise a slight brow to the other male. He smelled...different. Dangerous? The clouds hidden behind, the ones he only felt, they cleared slightly. This required focus! No playtime for the jester. An acknowledging head bow was given to the male, before he refocused his attention back on the lady. Snout twitched as he caught her full scent, and realized it was her who coated these lands! No surprise laced his tone, no hint of judgement at all. "Are you the owner of these lands?" His voice was gentle, just like the inviting cream of his coat. Those emerald pools danced in the dropping sun, displaying alert and patient tendencies. >
Darais's long, and well-groomed, tail gave a friendly wag. ''I have not spoken to another in a while, was just seeking company.'' He assured her, making not attempt too even look upon her meal. Yet as the other male seemed to take interest, his lids narrowed. Skin crawled as his hackles begged to raise, but easy-going mind would not allow such things; yet. -Oh, it looks like he is ignored! For the lady takes her kill, and drags it away to wherever her pack is stationed. This leaves the two strange males alone. They seem polar opposites in looks already, and if any knew the two, could probably say the same for personality. Hot. Cool. Clean. Dirty. Flea bitten... flea free! Sweet smile still clung to his muzzle as he cantered his head like a pup at the other male. Say cheese!<
Holster. Repugnant mug was filthy. His nose was coated in a copious layer of the bitter membrane. He inhaled deeply attempting to get a whiff of that delicious scent of gore. That fresh blood comingled with the surrounding vegetation creating a feast of delectable fragrances. The mucus collected in the back of his throat and he swallowed it along with the beautiful smell of blood. Charcoal eyes stuck out from his sockets and shifted towards the situation. Those glassy orbitals panned his surroundings. Mmmn! Such a gorgeous bouquet! Hues of crimson and emerald mingled together in a recipe of death as the large animal had fallen. Even though he had not slain the prey it still called out his name. It begged him to feast! Or was that just his empty belly speaking? None the less.(c)
Holster..It sent a shiver of desire down his spine, a tingle that could not be replicated by any other item on this corrupted earth. This lust was dangerous. Sanity already was walking on a silver line and with just a little push, those tiny blocks holding back his creature of insanity.. would be revealed in all its glory. Pale tongue had slipped out of blackened gums as he licked over his gooey nostrils and a giggle was emitted. Blackened gums peeled and orangey canines were thick with the venom of hunger. Bulky frame looked solid even though his pelt was a giant muddle of rubbish. It was clear he hadn't groomed a day in his life, and the smell of his filth was obvious. A liquid whine exited his lips when the rude bitch had dragged her kill away, and jaws snapped shut. (c)
Holster..He chewed the empty air and the offence on his façade was almost humorous. THAT BITCH? This bitch was the one who imposed these lands? This was the sour scent he had followed? A grotesque snort was thrown from his muzzle. He was tempted to chase her down, but the angel of white light stood in his way and offered a smile? What the fuck? The flea bitten mutt shrugged. His mind dotting and filling in all the pieces. "Alright well, that was rude." He nodded. "So, you know her?" He scampered closer- his smell repulsive. He circled the other like a merry-go-round and pranced. "I say we go chase her and take her food!" He chortled. Shoulder blades rolled as he continued to pad around the other- sizing him up. (d)
Darais felt that nagging again and he did not let his attention linger on the female for long. An idiot some might think he is, but he knew danger, it screamed and radiated off the other male. Attention stayed glued for a few seconds, trying to understand this male's body language. Which, up until the offence the male took from the female leaving, was hard to read. Inside, he laughed, and it caused those emeralds to glow even brighter and his smile even larger. Yet outside, he did not show he laughed. That would be rude! Cannot be rude, nope nope! Disgusting the other was, but cannot be rude. No judgement. Must except no matter what! ''I think she was just in a hurry.'' He stated, making excuses for a stranger already. Painting a bright side around the situation. He would give a shake of his head, letting his earthly hued auds slap against his creamy skull. ''She is pretty however.'' Inner thoughts clearly having some trouble staying inside, after such a long time of solitude. >
Darais stiffened slightly as the other made a circle, his tail straight as a board. Yet his vision only followed the other with curious interest. He gave the benefit of a doubt. This one has not done anything wrong. He may never! That would be fun, a new best friend! And! face dropped. "Take her food? That would be rude!" He snorted in disapproval, ''We cannot do something like that.'' He stated, firmly, which was more than what his freshly groomed coat made him seem. <
Holster. Ring around the rosy! Pocket full of posies! A melody tittered through his skull in throes of speeches no one else could comprehend. It snaked through his core and burned what was left of his sanity. The years of solitary had done a number on this outcast. Mutt's obsidian spheres shifted as he peered inside the angels. What an exquisite shade of emerald. What a gorgeous set of eyes! Unlike his own. Holster's sockets gave an illusion of being void. Polar opposites indeed. Aha! A spark. Sneer hiked to new levels and drool leaked from his opened jowls. Solid paws hammered the earth around the innocent. Scent was healthy. Sounds of his assessment was not hidden. Oh no. Holster inhaled everything this pure angel was worth. SNIFF SNIFF. Long legs trot around and around. Skull cantered oddly. (c)
Holster..Muscle. Hehe, it looked like this pretty angel had some wings! A fool Holster may be, but an idiot he was not. Far from. Charcoal eyes shimmered in the diminishing sunlight. Oh how they were different! Tawny coat was dull and mangled, unkempt and soiled with numerous substances. Whereas this god send was clean, lovely and quite attractive. Heh. The prance was not some innocent game. No. Holster was observing. He paused as the other spoke to him! He was so nice. Nice, nice, nice. That was something that didn't meet the legends either. It was furthering his hypothesis of rumors and imposters. "AHURRY?" He snapped those thick jaws, saliva swallowed. He stopped in his tracks and let his mangled tail flick. "So was I." He harked the words of desire and that smile was right back on his lips. (c)
Holster.."Oho, she's not that pretty." Holster jumped close- way too close to the other. Eye to eye, he breathed his rotten breath. "I think you're quite handsome green eyes~" He giggled and bounced back, his stumpy tail wagging. "Not take her food?" Oh great. A goodietwoshoes. He sighed and planted his ass in the ground. "But I am hungry." It almost sounded relatable as he peered into the woodland. (d)
Darais. Didn't everyone die in that song? Oh great. All the poor pup wanted was for someone nice to talk to, and he gets this insane creature. Yep, he could 'fur' (haha) sure tell this one had a few screw lose! Not every crazy wolf was dangerous, right? As he still painted with his 'bright-side brush'. A deep breath was taking, a habit as he found his calm to continue being patient with those that were not always the kindest creatures. ''That is ones opinion.'' His brows creased slightly, pulling his auds forward and pinning to the other. He was being sniffed now and it was by a dirty vacuum. One ear slapped down at the wet sound of all that gooey 'goodness' sorting through his lavender tinted scent. He smelled of the woods, of moss and lavender, but of no other wolves. He was not part of this pack the one mentally battled with. His own pack had long disbanded. Thoughts trailed a moment, and that usual smile faltered. Zim... >
Darais. If Hol had the best nose, he would be able to smell the heartbreak that washed over him. Yet it was at that instant, the other leaped up into his personal space. Alarms flared, but personality still controlled him, for now. He stiffened hard, but did not move. Orbs grew wide as they stared back into the dead soul of the other. Oh great, he's not just crazy! Clearing his throat before giving a gentle, ''Oh, thank you!'' He offered in response, his tone still as kind as ever! Yet his skin was starting to bump as a chill ran down his spine. No best friend here, no sirree! He paused a moment, peeling himself off the ground and taking a step away from Hol, so there was a respectable space between each other. Yet he would not turn his back to him. Instincts still worked subconsciously. ''Is that so?'' He sounded genuinely concerned for the other's hunger! After all, he did look skinner than him. Or it could just be that glorious coat of his.>
Darais. It shimmered as he moved, and it flicked his tail with a nonchalant grace. ''I am more than willing to fetch you something, just this once.'' He was not willing to be a doormat for a crazy wolf, no way in hell! <
Holster. A rumbly in his tumbly. There was a flourishing and thorough sound of food deprivation in the depths of his poor middle. It roared with a vengeance that could easily be heard through the plot they were occupying at the moment. Now. Nomadic mutt might have been fabricated in muscle, but figure could have used more substance. Clearly, Hol was on his way to starvation. That poor excuse for a tail was abnormally tranquil. It had paused its mused track and sadly lay limp in mourning. Food. FOOOD! The voice wailed in loss. A sound of complaint pushed out of those bitter lips. He definitely could have chased the puny bitch for her meal. Simply. Holster was generously confident in his abilities. Arrogance came with proof. He was still alive wasn't he? Construction was guised with disgusting properties but underneath the mess- lay skilled flesh and a mind that acted on military precision. Hidden under insanity, no one took the flea bag seriously. (c)
Holster..What an inaccuracy for them, and what an opportunity for him! If one were to look closely; through all the filth and muck. Mangy mutt detained elongated legs and they were different from a wolves; they were built for speed. All four of them were solid and thick with strength. Of course this was because of his assignment! Stories had taken over his life, and a mysterious mission had corrupted his being and manifested into a purpose. It was becoming more and more apparent that this was another dud. Another sigh. Holster looked so defeated. His back was turned to the other. He was not a threat. Or he didn't find the angel a threat at least. "You're welcome.." a small voice tumbled from his lips. A long ear perked. FOOD? (c)
Holster..He turned around as he listened to the other talk and offer kindness. He did note quickly the angel was further back than before and that this pretty little god send was painfully aware of the danger. Pity. He found a smart one at last. A smart and sad creature- the scent made it more than clear to him that this angel had tears of sorrow lurking in his depths. "YOU are the NICEST." He smiled. Teeth bore those yellowing colors. Dark spheres roamed. It was now silent. Holster was inspecting the other intimately. "Mmm. I must reject your offer.." The voice almost normal. But, a chuckle covered that once more. "Maybe next time, eh?" He pounced backward and smiled with that dry tongue hanging. "I'll see you around handsome." With that, Holster turned around twice looking around- and bolted. Bye? What a hotty. (d)
Darais could not understand how someone could not see this wolf was crazy. Those eyes alone, they screamed a warning. That confidence, arrogance. It was not one of a king, but one of an assassin. An angel he may be, but a life time he has lived. He had witnessed cannibalism, lived through a civil war within his own. Yet, his own mind seemed to be stuck as a pup. Mentally challenged? No. Instincts still thrived. Alertness that matched any mastered hunter. PTSD, might be closer, yet it was more. His heart thumped in long and morning beats. His mind forgets what his heart cannot. He was almost glad Holster was leaving. He did not want to risk awakening memories. No pack. No Sereh. No Zim. No, no, no! This was his life now. It was lonely, but it wasn't death. Two sides of the same coin, they both just suffered differently. Maybe these two had at least one thing in common. Dar did not mind the gender of his lovers. Yet, he was very guarded in that aspect. Maybe a tale for a later date. >
Darais. As he studied the other, trying to come up with a compliment to say in return... Hol surprised him by speaking normally. Again, his tone had shifted. His body. Was he just better at reading the unspoken? A soft smile lingered, ''You don't seem so bad either.'' He responded, but then blinked in surprise as he was rejected. That didn't happen often! He may be childish, but he had never gotten a no before. Brows knitted a moment, and just like that, he was left in confusion. <
[END]
Syledia. With a grunt the firey eared Queen pushed forward, launching her body at the hind quarters of the larger beast. Jaws clenched the ass of the animal with vice-grip force, it craned its antlers back at her with force, trying to bash her off, in doing so the buck fell and landed on its side and in a blink of an eye the young lady had the jolting animal pinned and draining the life out of the once powerful buck. Ou the taste of blood was sweet in the lady's mouth as she held her prey with her frame. It was instinct, it was bred into her. That sweet bloodlust. Mmm. <<
Darais. Gloom laid hidden behind bright emerald orbs, a deep storm cloud hidden far in the back. Yet a smile gently played across his leathery chomps. A joker to the core. Dark brown hues painted his auds, they flicked and pinned to the location of another wolf. Orbs would roam the lands, hunting for someone to talk to, anyone really. He had been so alone, for so long. A fallen king. Yet, as he watched the beauty crouch, he realized she was hunting. He froze, slowly lowering down to his belly, so as not to ruin her chances. He hid in the tall grass, the wind playing across his cream fur. Orbs widened as he watched her sink those sharp pearls into her prey. Skull would tilt slightly, curious why she lingered a bit longer than he would have. He ignored the nagging in the back of his brain. Cream and soot dipped paws would push himself upwards, then slowly over to where she was going. ''Hello~'' He would murr out; voice gave away the fact he was male, before his scent could confirm. >
Darais. A scent that carried many different things about it, proof of nomadic position. No pack, no others were even hinted on him. His tail stayed at a neutral position, not wanting to throw around dominance, yet, unable too fully bring it down. Such a habit. He kept a respectable distance, not wanting to impose on her fresh kill. <
Holster. Prancing along carelessly; outcast was injected with the giggles. Rumble of cords chortled like an erratic toddler up to no good. Solid paws kicked up innocent vegetation; ripping it out without the respect it so deserved. The emerald blades fluttered behind him in waves of thin strands. Now. Holster had been fuelled with arrogance due to yesterday's prompt discussion. The information gained was one thing- but it was his action that proved more than he needed to know. Twas' just a story after all! Yet another imposter attempting to fill a cup too large- a legend so vast that many had drown in their ridiculous endeavours! Unfortunately for him that meant more exertion. Holster came in for one purpose of the legend. Elimination. He was quite saddened by this whisper too! All lies. LIES LIES LIES. A snort pushed through his nostrils allowing mucus to coat his snout unhealthily. (c)
Holster..This wouldn't do, no it wouldn't at all. His antics would surely be frowned upon if it was true and to get away scot free? HA. It was laughable at best. Holster continued to trot his muscular legs over the land he freely pissed on. He hummed in his head to punch out the silence. Awkwardness? Not with song! Not with the voice that lingered in the pits of his skull. Not with Holster. That villainous call that pressed the nomad into his insanity. The outcome of the sound was his craziness pecking at his skull. It was a combination of solitary confinement and a black past that never got light. Blood. The scent caused this unsightly mutt to pause. He took a moment to listen and- turned on his heel quickly to prance the other way until- OOOOOOO. A squeal exited his chops and a dirty tail gave a wag- well what was left of it. (c)
Holster..Looked like a bitch had taken down a large stag. At that very moment his belly rumbled and so did his cords. A pale pink tongue slipped out of his lips and lolled over his disgusting mug. "Mmmmmm." He moaned, that burly figure standing in place. Tawny pelt coupled with filth and muck. He was quite hideous to say the kindest. (d)
Syledia. Lady loved the taste of the blood as it dripped down her tongue and throat, savouring the moment she held the dead animal in its place until it ceased to move completely. Oh what a proud moment for the young Queen. Suddenly her moment was interrupted as a hello was emitted from a short distance away, followed moments later by a desire for her feast. Oh no, this was The Crews. Syledia shot the two of them glances before stepping over her freshly fallen prey. "Can i help you?" shed say in a demanding tone, this was her kill and unless they intended to help carry that dead weight to her home, this was not for them. [short, sorry.]
(Syl leaves for the night)
Darais has been slowly perking up, in what would appear to be slow motion if anyone actually watched his facial expressions that closely. Well, that was until something started sneezing so close to a freshly killed meal. Gross! However, it was not his place to judge, so the smile still lingered happily upon his crisp, clean mug. However, he could not help but raise a slight brow to the other male. He smelled...different. Dangerous? The clouds hidden behind, the ones he only felt, they cleared slightly. This required focus! No playtime for the jester. An acknowledging head bow was given to the male, before he refocused his attention back on the lady. Snout twitched as he caught her full scent, and realized it was her who coated these lands! No surprise laced his tone, no hint of judgement at all. "Are you the owner of these lands?" His voice was gentle, just like the inviting cream of his coat. Those emerald pools danced in the dropping sun, displaying alert and patient tendencies. >
Darais's long, and well-groomed, tail gave a friendly wag. ''I have not spoken to another in a while, was just seeking company.'' He assured her, making not attempt too even look upon her meal. Yet as the other male seemed to take interest, his lids narrowed. Skin crawled as his hackles begged to raise, but easy-going mind would not allow such things; yet. -Oh, it looks like he is ignored! For the lady takes her kill, and drags it away to wherever her pack is stationed. This leaves the two strange males alone. They seem polar opposites in looks already, and if any knew the two, could probably say the same for personality. Hot. Cool. Clean. Dirty. Flea bitten... flea free! Sweet smile still clung to his muzzle as he cantered his head like a pup at the other male. Say cheese!<
Holster. Repugnant mug was filthy. His nose was coated in a copious layer of the bitter membrane. He inhaled deeply attempting to get a whiff of that delicious scent of gore. That fresh blood comingled with the surrounding vegetation creating a feast of delectable fragrances. The mucus collected in the back of his throat and he swallowed it along with the beautiful smell of blood. Charcoal eyes stuck out from his sockets and shifted towards the situation. Those glassy orbitals panned his surroundings. Mmmn! Such a gorgeous bouquet! Hues of crimson and emerald mingled together in a recipe of death as the large animal had fallen. Even though he had not slain the prey it still called out his name. It begged him to feast! Or was that just his empty belly speaking? None the less.(c)
Holster..It sent a shiver of desire down his spine, a tingle that could not be replicated by any other item on this corrupted earth. This lust was dangerous. Sanity already was walking on a silver line and with just a little push, those tiny blocks holding back his creature of insanity.. would be revealed in all its glory. Pale tongue had slipped out of blackened gums as he licked over his gooey nostrils and a giggle was emitted. Blackened gums peeled and orangey canines were thick with the venom of hunger. Bulky frame looked solid even though his pelt was a giant muddle of rubbish. It was clear he hadn't groomed a day in his life, and the smell of his filth was obvious. A liquid whine exited his lips when the rude bitch had dragged her kill away, and jaws snapped shut. (c)
Holster..He chewed the empty air and the offence on his façade was almost humorous. THAT BITCH? This bitch was the one who imposed these lands? This was the sour scent he had followed? A grotesque snort was thrown from his muzzle. He was tempted to chase her down, but the angel of white light stood in his way and offered a smile? What the fuck? The flea bitten mutt shrugged. His mind dotting and filling in all the pieces. "Alright well, that was rude." He nodded. "So, you know her?" He scampered closer- his smell repulsive. He circled the other like a merry-go-round and pranced. "I say we go chase her and take her food!" He chortled. Shoulder blades rolled as he continued to pad around the other- sizing him up. (d)
Darais felt that nagging again and he did not let his attention linger on the female for long. An idiot some might think he is, but he knew danger, it screamed and radiated off the other male. Attention stayed glued for a few seconds, trying to understand this male's body language. Which, up until the offence the male took from the female leaving, was hard to read. Inside, he laughed, and it caused those emeralds to glow even brighter and his smile even larger. Yet outside, he did not show he laughed. That would be rude! Cannot be rude, nope nope! Disgusting the other was, but cannot be rude. No judgement. Must except no matter what! ''I think she was just in a hurry.'' He stated, making excuses for a stranger already. Painting a bright side around the situation. He would give a shake of his head, letting his earthly hued auds slap against his creamy skull. ''She is pretty however.'' Inner thoughts clearly having some trouble staying inside, after such a long time of solitude. >
Darais stiffened slightly as the other made a circle, his tail straight as a board. Yet his vision only followed the other with curious interest. He gave the benefit of a doubt. This one has not done anything wrong. He may never! That would be fun, a new best friend! And! face dropped. "Take her food? That would be rude!" He snorted in disapproval, ''We cannot do something like that.'' He stated, firmly, which was more than what his freshly groomed coat made him seem. <
Holster. Ring around the rosy! Pocket full of posies! A melody tittered through his skull in throes of speeches no one else could comprehend. It snaked through his core and burned what was left of his sanity. The years of solitary had done a number on this outcast. Mutt's obsidian spheres shifted as he peered inside the angels. What an exquisite shade of emerald. What a gorgeous set of eyes! Unlike his own. Holster's sockets gave an illusion of being void. Polar opposites indeed. Aha! A spark. Sneer hiked to new levels and drool leaked from his opened jowls. Solid paws hammered the earth around the innocent. Scent was healthy. Sounds of his assessment was not hidden. Oh no. Holster inhaled everything this pure angel was worth. SNIFF SNIFF. Long legs trot around and around. Skull cantered oddly. (c)
Holster..Muscle. Hehe, it looked like this pretty angel had some wings! A fool Holster may be, but an idiot he was not. Far from. Charcoal eyes shimmered in the diminishing sunlight. Oh how they were different! Tawny coat was dull and mangled, unkempt and soiled with numerous substances. Whereas this god send was clean, lovely and quite attractive. Heh. The prance was not some innocent game. No. Holster was observing. He paused as the other spoke to him! He was so nice. Nice, nice, nice. That was something that didn't meet the legends either. It was furthering his hypothesis of rumors and imposters. "AHURRY?" He snapped those thick jaws, saliva swallowed. He stopped in his tracks and let his mangled tail flick. "So was I." He harked the words of desire and that smile was right back on his lips. (c)
Holster.."Oho, she's not that pretty." Holster jumped close- way too close to the other. Eye to eye, he breathed his rotten breath. "I think you're quite handsome green eyes~" He giggled and bounced back, his stumpy tail wagging. "Not take her food?" Oh great. A goodietwoshoes. He sighed and planted his ass in the ground. "But I am hungry." It almost sounded relatable as he peered into the woodland. (d)
Darais. Didn't everyone die in that song? Oh great. All the poor pup wanted was for someone nice to talk to, and he gets this insane creature. Yep, he could 'fur' (haha) sure tell this one had a few screw lose! Not every crazy wolf was dangerous, right? As he still painted with his 'bright-side brush'. A deep breath was taking, a habit as he found his calm to continue being patient with those that were not always the kindest creatures. ''That is ones opinion.'' His brows creased slightly, pulling his auds forward and pinning to the other. He was being sniffed now and it was by a dirty vacuum. One ear slapped down at the wet sound of all that gooey 'goodness' sorting through his lavender tinted scent. He smelled of the woods, of moss and lavender, but of no other wolves. He was not part of this pack the one mentally battled with. His own pack had long disbanded. Thoughts trailed a moment, and that usual smile faltered. Zim... >
Darais. If Hol had the best nose, he would be able to smell the heartbreak that washed over him. Yet it was at that instant, the other leaped up into his personal space. Alarms flared, but personality still controlled him, for now. He stiffened hard, but did not move. Orbs grew wide as they stared back into the dead soul of the other. Oh great, he's not just crazy! Clearing his throat before giving a gentle, ''Oh, thank you!'' He offered in response, his tone still as kind as ever! Yet his skin was starting to bump as a chill ran down his spine. No best friend here, no sirree! He paused a moment, peeling himself off the ground and taking a step away from Hol, so there was a respectable space between each other. Yet he would not turn his back to him. Instincts still worked subconsciously. ''Is that so?'' He sounded genuinely concerned for the other's hunger! After all, he did look skinner than him. Or it could just be that glorious coat of his.>
Darais. It shimmered as he moved, and it flicked his tail with a nonchalant grace. ''I am more than willing to fetch you something, just this once.'' He was not willing to be a doormat for a crazy wolf, no way in hell! <
Holster. A rumbly in his tumbly. There was a flourishing and thorough sound of food deprivation in the depths of his poor middle. It roared with a vengeance that could easily be heard through the plot they were occupying at the moment. Now. Nomadic mutt might have been fabricated in muscle, but figure could have used more substance. Clearly, Hol was on his way to starvation. That poor excuse for a tail was abnormally tranquil. It had paused its mused track and sadly lay limp in mourning. Food. FOOOD! The voice wailed in loss. A sound of complaint pushed out of those bitter lips. He definitely could have chased the puny bitch for her meal. Simply. Holster was generously confident in his abilities. Arrogance came with proof. He was still alive wasn't he? Construction was guised with disgusting properties but underneath the mess- lay skilled flesh and a mind that acted on military precision. Hidden under insanity, no one took the flea bag seriously. (c)
Holster..What an inaccuracy for them, and what an opportunity for him! If one were to look closely; through all the filth and muck. Mangy mutt detained elongated legs and they were different from a wolves; they were built for speed. All four of them were solid and thick with strength. Of course this was because of his assignment! Stories had taken over his life, and a mysterious mission had corrupted his being and manifested into a purpose. It was becoming more and more apparent that this was another dud. Another sigh. Holster looked so defeated. His back was turned to the other. He was not a threat. Or he didn't find the angel a threat at least. "You're welcome.." a small voice tumbled from his lips. A long ear perked. FOOD? (c)
Holster..He turned around as he listened to the other talk and offer kindness. He did note quickly the angel was further back than before and that this pretty little god send was painfully aware of the danger. Pity. He found a smart one at last. A smart and sad creature- the scent made it more than clear to him that this angel had tears of sorrow lurking in his depths. "YOU are the NICEST." He smiled. Teeth bore those yellowing colors. Dark spheres roamed. It was now silent. Holster was inspecting the other intimately. "Mmm. I must reject your offer.." The voice almost normal. But, a chuckle covered that once more. "Maybe next time, eh?" He pounced backward and smiled with that dry tongue hanging. "I'll see you around handsome." With that, Holster turned around twice looking around- and bolted. Bye? What a hotty. (d)
Darais could not understand how someone could not see this wolf was crazy. Those eyes alone, they screamed a warning. That confidence, arrogance. It was not one of a king, but one of an assassin. An angel he may be, but a life time he has lived. He had witnessed cannibalism, lived through a civil war within his own. Yet, his own mind seemed to be stuck as a pup. Mentally challenged? No. Instincts still thrived. Alertness that matched any mastered hunter. PTSD, might be closer, yet it was more. His heart thumped in long and morning beats. His mind forgets what his heart cannot. He was almost glad Holster was leaving. He did not want to risk awakening memories. No pack. No Sereh. No Zim. No, no, no! This was his life now. It was lonely, but it wasn't death. Two sides of the same coin, they both just suffered differently. Maybe these two had at least one thing in common. Dar did not mind the gender of his lovers. Yet, he was very guarded in that aspect. Maybe a tale for a later date. >
Darais. As he studied the other, trying to come up with a compliment to say in return... Hol surprised him by speaking normally. Again, his tone had shifted. His body. Was he just better at reading the unspoken? A soft smile lingered, ''You don't seem so bad either.'' He responded, but then blinked in surprise as he was rejected. That didn't happen often! He may be childish, but he had never gotten a no before. Brows knitted a moment, and just like that, he was left in confusion. <
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