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Julliet
Posted: Jun 3 2012, 02:25 AM


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Her feet ached, and for the hundredth time the girl cursed herself for venturing so far. The land had baked her thoroughly, and she was grateful the sun was beginning its descent to the horizon. There were still a couple hours of blazing sunlight left, though the girl could feel the temperature dipping and soothing her heated frame. Obsidian limbs carried her sluggishly along the cliff side, her seafoam eyes wandering over the deserted lands with a touch of pain. Her pads hurt, and one had cracked open, leaving a faint trail of crimson blood behind her. It hadn’t actually started to hurt until a mile back or so. Why she kept going towards the tip of the peninsula, was sheer stubbornness. She had her mind set to investigate as much and all of the land that she could, no matter how… bland it was. Her usually smooth gait was hindered very slightly by her throbbing foot. This was rather uncharacteristic of the girl. No matter how the situation presented itself, she had always been calm and collected. A pebble in the river, letting everything smooth her out even more. Huffing a sigh, she muttered obscene words in her native tongue under her breath as she continued on. Really, how much further could the cliffs go? She had to be close.

She was right, after another long mile, the cliff dropped suddenly. Had the girl been paying attention, it wouldn’t have been such a problem. Looking up at the last minute, her front paw was already sinking into empty space. Throwing her weight back, she somersaulted with a yelp and landed in a cloud of red dust. Her narrow chest heaved as she breathed heavily from her nose, eyes wide as she looked towards the sudden drop. The adrenaline pumping through her veins lasted for a few minutes, and just as it was starting to ebb, she felt the pain in her foot. At first she figured her paw pad had split further from the dry lands, but investigating, the petit foot hurt to the touch. Frowning, the girl haphazardly got to her feet, careful not to use her leg to push herself up. Sitting now, she tested the appendage, resulting with another yelp, the woman brought her limb up close to her chest to cradle it while eyes looked around for anything that might help. It wasn’t broken. She knew she had just landed on it funny when she had lurched back from almost tumbling into the ocean far below. The cliff side was deserted, like she knew it was. Panic wasn’t setting in. The long trek back to civilization would have to wait a bit- that was all. She wasn’t dehydrated, or famished to the point she might die if she didn’t get back tonight. Which way was civilization? Ears pressed back against her head while she looked at the identical terrain in every direction. Except right behind her.

Eyes shut as she thought back, she didn’t follow the shoreline when she had come, though she no doubt would come back to some part of Refuge Point if she did. Though… which side of the peninsula did the wolves reside on? Snapping her jaws multiple times as she thought hard, she let out an exasperated sigh when she couldn’t find the answer. Her foot was already starting to feel better, and gingerly setting it to the ground, the girl let out a small breath. It was then that she turned back to face the never ending sea. The sun was beginning to set, which lit the ocean on fire. Her mouth parted in wonder as the white capped waves came rolling in, looking much more like a ocean of fire, than the cooling waters she knew. Everything the light touched was ablaze. The rusty ground looked as though every grain of sand was instead a miniscule piece of gold. Forgetting about her certain predicament, the girl watched all around her as the sun started its final decent towards the horizon.

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Ryker
Posted: Jun 3 2012, 05:02 PM


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Blood. The sickly sweet scent was one more than familiar to any who had dwelled even for a short period of time within Mortus Sero’s walls. They boy still found his nose trained and his senses excited by the metallic perfume. There was no lust behind his curiosity, however, he did not become frenzied with anticipation as many of the Seron’s did. While the Serons were firm believers that the weak should be disposed of, he had no such agenda. In fact, he was a bit of the opposite. Ever since he had set to become a guardian for the hellhounds he had discovered a deeply rooted desire to aid and protect. It was no surprise that Ryker did not fit the standard mold of the Seron wolves, after all, he wasn’t born into their ranks but instead transplanted. Still, his stone cold face and lack of utterance allowed him to blend well into the litter he was deposited into. It did not take long for him to recognize that the Mortus Sero pups were far from children. They did not jest, screech, laugh, nor romp. It was as if they knew these trivial things were just that...trivial, a waste of time, a display of foolishness and weakness. A sigh seeped free from the broad chest as he continued forward across the barren scape, memories of his ‘childhood’ casting a rather dank mood about him. While it was far different than the life in the Cove he could not say it had not made him resilient. He had endured much, even passed the youth trials and was offered a congratulatory brand on his rear thigh. He paused a moment, molten lenses peering back at said thigh.

Long ago the wound had scarred, leaving the assymetrical ‘X’ forever carved. Thankfully, the russet hide was lengthy enough to fold about it, partially concealing it so that it would take careful inspection to confirm the Seron brand. Without attention to detail it appeared as no more than an old battle wound. He had acquired a few of those throughout his days with the Serons. Another breath was drawn through flared nostrils, still the scent of the crimson liquid lay heavy upon his palate. Curiosity outweighed other judgements as he lowered his muzzle towards the earth, scanning the ground before him for a trail. It took him no more than a moment to discover it and so the pistons churned forth, carrying the robust creature forward in pursuit of the bleeding animal. Banner wavered rhythmically behind him as lenses settled upon the blush smears marked in near camouflage on the dusty earth. Ryker was much relieved as he found his mind switching focus to the mystery blood, no longer could he dwell on the sorrows of present but instead his mind was filled with explanations and farfetched ideas as to the origin of the blood and its owner. It was as he was becoming drown in his own thoughts that the yelp echoed across the lifeless plain. The broad skull snapped into alignment with the sturdy spine as auds tented themselves forward, ushering in each note of the brief and panicked sound. On instinct the boy leapt into a lope, paying no heed to subtlety; someone was hurt.

It was not long before the lad set sights to distant soot hued creature, at which point his pace decelerated. Ever vigilant his stance molded into one of defense, he moved with sweeping stride, allowing his shoulder blades to shield the side of his nape with each step. The head remained low, chin not overzealously extended and muscles taught. He must always be suspicious, always alert and ready for the most unexpected of surprises. Everything could be a trap. Now yards from the dame he halted, knowing all too well there was no chance at camouflage he had only attempted to make his footfalls as silent as possible. It seemed to have done the trick, for while her head swept back and forth once she did not care to look directly behind her, where the boy had positioned himself. Appearing more a statue than a living creature Ryker allowed his crimson pools to wash over the seal pelted fae, taking note of the forepaw which she held off the ground, cradled slightly to her body. She was not a treat, especially in this condition. It was because of this that he took another step or two forward before pausing once more, now only a mere 2 yards from the stranger. Still she did not turn to face him. Frozen once more he waited, though it seemed a bit pointless not to announce his presence. He began the tedious work of persuading his chords to untangle and obey his commands for speech. He wished not to startled the girl, especially since her perch was dangerous close to the ledge. The last thing he wanted was to frighten her enough that she would somehow lose her footing. With must effort he pressed free a breath, allowing the air to swoon past the chords, which were still drawn tight. Rather than words he produced a sound similar to that of clearing one’s throat. An utterance which would be enough to unveil himself but hopefully not startle his new company.



"Dialog."

 

Julliet
Posted: Jun 3 2012, 10:47 PM


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Table changee <3

Her eyes had been set on the amber disk as it gingerly kissed the horizon. The instant the touched the sea, set the water ablaze. A sheepish smile came to play on her lips at the thought. The breeze that slowly brushed past her face, had her eyes fluttering closed. Her chin tilted up just a bit as the wind’s cool fingers ruffled her hair. She hadn’t noticed the boy who was standing just behind her. Had the wind not come she would’ve heard his faint approach. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat did an ear flick back. The auricle caught the hesitant sound, and slowly the girl got to her feet to turn and face the stranger. Had she been the jumpy type, she may have stumbled dangerously close to the ledge. She was already sitting a little too close for comfort towards the drop off. But she had been so fascinated… Eyes looked up through her lashes towards the larger boy who stood close enough she could see each follicle on his head. He hadn’t said anything, though she knew that he had the perfect opportunity to attack her while she had been unaware that he was even there. He stood defensively which made her offer a gentle smile, hoping he would relax.

It wasn’t until the breeze doubled back to brush against her face and carry his scent towards her, did she recognize at least his pack. Haunches were pushed back to meet the sandy ground while peppermint gaze held onto his molten lenses. He still didn’t speak, and at first the girl remained quiet- though hardly they could just sit there and stare at each other? Thinking on it, she actually wouldn’t mind. As much of the beauty that was behind her was also standing right there in front of her; his molten eyes were mirrors of the fiery sun, his pelt matching the sea that was ablaze from the setting disk. The red sunlight only accented his coat further, making it look as though he should be hot to the touch. Another shy smile came to play on her inky, lips. She dulled in comparison to him, by far. Setting her injured paw gingerly on the ground, she let out a shaky sigh before picking it up again. Though the pain had dulled, it still protested to more than just a little of her weight.

Realizing she still hadn’t spoken up, the girl pushed her eyes back up to meet his, wondering at first what she should say. There wasn’t much to talk about. Maybe he had heard her cry out when she almost tumbled over the edge, and that’s why he came… Or maybe he smelt the blood of her cracked paw pad. The latter may be more plausible since he comes from Seron lands. Kōjin had warned her about the dangers of the pack, and why she shouldn’t be lingering too close to their borders. Most would rather attack first then ask questions later. Finally, with a glance over her shoulder to see the sea of fire, accented words left her lips quietly, “Beautiful, is it not?” Her head had turned back to face him as she finished her question, another gentle smile coming to play on her lips. With her soft features and the setting sun haloing her figure, she surely was a stunning sight to behold. The question didn’t quite require an answer, though most would respond with an agreement of sorts. She didn’t expect much, but knew the polite thing to do was say something. "speech"



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Ryker
Posted: Jun 5 2012, 01:52 AM


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At last movement befell her, though it came with such haste the russet boy feared momentarily for her balance. Thankfully the dame was not lacking grace and so she spun without falter, her eyes instantly locking upon his, rendering him even more stagnant than before. He felt ashamed for having snuck up on her, though his intentions had been quite honorable. It was then that he thanked the stars that his cheeks were already blush hued so that she would see no indication of his embarrassment. Outwardly her remained perfectly composed, almost unnervingly so, for he did not offer even the slightest of movements at her turn to face. Instead he returned her stare, though the contact which was held was not solely by choice. The sea foam pools she called her own had done well to cast some spell upon him, rendering him unable to avert his sights. Not that he particularly wished to, he simple didn’t want to seem as if he were staring, or worse, gawking. The jaw remained clamped firmly, his held breath releasing only as she withdrew her enticing stare and settled it to the horizon. Hastily he allowed his gaze to wash over her, not in an impolite manner of course but instead as an assessment. Still she held her paw tenderly, though made efforts to disguise the fact from him. Otherwise she seemed in good health.

Again she caught him off guard, soft lark-like tones sank into the depths of his ever acute auds and once more he found his stare locked within hers. Everything about her seemed soft and kind, some quite out of the norm for him. It was a pleasant change, though one he wasn’t entirely sure how to handle. Instantly he drew back on what lessons he had received on manners and etiquette from his foster mother. Despite the monstrosities the Serons were they were not particularly uncultured or uncivil. They were more often than not well spoken, something he feared he never would be. No, he could not rely on his body nor his tongue to adequately portray any sort of emotion or feel. And so, as she spoke he fought to bay his tongue to motion. Jaws unhinged slightly, but the only words which came to mind seemed insincere and strange. So instead he snapped his jaw shut with a dull clunk and offered a brief nod. Already he felt himself floundering; surely she would think him mentally unstable for stalking about the desert then not uttering even a word. She would likely scoff in disgust only moments from now and walk away, leaving him alone again. Talons scratched at the surface of the dust ridden earth, musculature tensing as he set his focus accordingly. At last he felt his chords obey, his tongue twist and speech flow free from his throat, “You’re hurt.” Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Inwardly he cursed himself, if she had not before now she would surely think him mentally dysfunctional.

His brain fumbled for words, something to save him, redeem him. He found nothing. Instead he drew in a breath slowly, allowing his sights to rest on the injured paw as if his molten gaze alone could cure it of all ailments. Nerved now curbed he tried again, tones as always, smooth and relatively bleak, “I was born by the ocean.” Right about now he wished to plunge into the ocean, throw his sorry hide off that very cliff she perched upon if only it meant he would not have to endure more of this awkward and utterly embarrassing encounter. While his exterior remained unphased within he reeled. Hastily he decided to stick with the topic of injury and so the jaw parted once more, eyes dropping again to her paw, “I can help…if you’d like.” The mug shut with a hushed clap, his crimson gaze flickering to meet hers momentarily. For a moment he pondered if it would be better to just turn and leave, to attempt to forget the encounter and sulk back to the sewers he called him. Unfortunately his limbs seemed to have a different idea entirely and so they remained anchored. He only hoped there was still something to salvage, that he had not completely destroyed his chances at a somewhat normal interaction.



"Dialog."
 

Julliet
Posted: Jun 5 2012, 03:09 AM


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She was starting to wonder if she should pull her gaze away, but she was so fascinated with the boy who stood so close to her. Letting go of the breath she had held in a soft hum, the girl dipped her head, her ears falling back with the movement only to bounce back up as she lifted her head once again. Eyes peeked through her lashes towards the boy, he hadn’t answered her statement, which she didn’t mind; though instead he let a tight nod of agreement show he wasn’t being rude. She was thinking maybe he couldn’t speak, and her heart sunk at the thought that perhaps the Serons had cut out his tongue. They were made out as monsters, wouldn’t they do something like that. She was about to open her mouth to speak, but his soft tenor notes cut her off, and her racing heart slowed back to a more normal rate. The two words were enough for her. So, he had his tongue; good. The statement was something that made her nod, though she didn’t answer him right away. Her head turned to look towards the sea before she turned back to the fiery male in front of her. A moment after she nodded, she followed with the single syllable, “Oui,” it was a breathless answer, though she didn’t follow with an explanation as to why.

He seemed to have relaxed a least a little, though he still held that refined air that made her curious. She wasn’t expecting him to speak again, but as he coaxed the words into the air, the woman let loose a wonderful smile, her eyes lighting at the mention of the ocean. She leaned forth ever so slightly, he words coming out just as he was drawing in another breath, “Oh, I love the ocean!” The exclamation wasn’t loud, it was actually rather quiet in comparison to how others might have reacted, all bubbly and excited. Attention seekers. Quite the opposite, the girl’s words were followed with a small smile that softened her already delicate features. Peppermint gaze flickered up to look into those wonderful molten lenses, though she didn’t get the opportunity to enjoy them for long as he broke the connection rather abruptly. Dropping her eyes to her feet, she hid the smile that was starting to play on her lips. For some, it may have come offensive, but it only intrigued the woman further. He was so different from anyone she had ever met, it was refreshing to say the least.

He spoke up again, his short phrases starting to become a song in her mind. Seafoam pools shot up to melt in his gaze, a corner of her mouth pulling up ever so slightly at his offer. “That would be wonderful,” she murmured. She got to her feet, but didn’t quite know what to do. What had he meant by helping? She was about to sit back down but thought better of it and remained on three legs, looking at everything but the boy. Finally she glanced up and gave a shaky laugh before stretching out her injured foot towards him. She wasn’t going to hobble closer to him; he’d have to be the one to move. It was the same foot which had the cracked pad, which throbbed lightly to the rhythm of her heart. She was watching him shyly, though didn’t hide her face from him. She wouldn’t act like a little pup; she wasn’t a child anymore, as much as she might look the part. Auds flickered back for a moment, only to bounce back to listen if the boy would say anything else. Her legs were still tired from the long walk, so quietly, she set her haunches back to the ground, never letting her outstretched foot move as she did so. "speech"



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Ryker
Posted: Jun 6 2012, 12:52 AM


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Much to his surprise the dame remained positioned before him, taking in well-mannered stride all the oddity he brought to the table. Perhaps she truly was a kind soul, having patience with him. Or perhaps she was simply biding her time, awaiting her first chance at escape. Regardless Ryker would take what he could get and so with another breath drawn in slowly he lifted his sights to meet hers. The timing had been rather impeccable for just as their stares met her answer to his proposition rang free. Once more the soft lulls of her voice settled comfortably into his auds; the chimes doing well to calm his nerves further. He could now feel his musculature relax and his heart slow. He allowed no more words to fall free from his mug for fear he would spoil the situation with another peculiar string of words. Instead he offered another brief nod, his gaze quick to fall upon her now outstretched paw. He wished not to strain her and so in order to peer at the bottom of the pad he dropped his forefront to the earth. The snowy chest planted against the dusty earth, his rump remaining hoisted high. Carefully he tilted his broad skull, eyes roaming over the fractured flesh of the pad. Though his features remained void of indication he wished to frown.

He held the bowed stance for a moment more, raising quite abruptly as she reclined. Without a word he drew his head high, oscillating the skull to one side and then the next, reassessing their location. Thankfully they were not far from the cactus glen, a place where he had wandered a time or two before. While he hadn’t frequented the area recently he held in his memory the location of a small oasis, one which could at least provide water. Without offering much thought he pivoted upon planted hind limbs, pointing himself in the direction of the glen. He nearly set off, at an easy job but hastily remembered his company’s ailment. Auds set back upon his head lightly as he glanced back to her, focusing his attention on her paw as to not draw in her mesmerizing stare. He had no doubts that the injury had occurred because of strenuous travel, he just hadn’t the faintest idea how she was supposed to hobble efficiently any distance. Thankfully his mind was fast at work formulating solutions, though there seemed to be only one…he would carry her.

With a rugged grace he backed himself a step, lowering his body towards the earth and holding it there. Crimson lenses shifted to meet settled upon her features, baritones slipping free, “You shouldn’t walk any further.” He gestured lightly towards his back, hoping that she would catch onto his thought. Without falter he held himself, waiting patiently for her to oblige his request. He only hoped he didn’t seem too forward and that during their brief encounter he had somehow proven himself to be somewhat trustworthy…or at least hadn’t made himself out to be a predator of any sorts.



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Julliet
Posted: Jun 6 2012, 01:20 PM


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dun dun dunnnnn!

While he inspected her injured foot, it gave her the freedom to watch him without the thought of him knowing she was staring. It made her heart flutter in her chest, like she was doing something wrong. After another moment she looked away, another smile tugging on her lips. When he got up abruptly, she merely watched him, his movement hadn’t been rushed one bit and since she wasn’t the jumpy type- it hadn’t bothered her. What did bother her was the sudden sight of his back as he was walking away. Frowning, the girl got to her feet about to hobble after him before stopping. Her heart sunk, and ears pressed back against her skull before she let out a sigh. He had seemed so nice too. Peppermint eyes went up to find him turning back towards her. Was it pity? She could handle herself, if that was it. And she would tell him that too. Lips parted when he got close enough but he spoke up first. When he closed the distance between them, her heart was hammering in her chest, beating like a wild animal, she feared he might hear it. She wasn’t understanding what he was getting at until he lowered his back waiting for her to climb on. Carry her? Was he mad? Eyes grew wide, and she shook her head faintly, take a few steps back in uncertainty. “It’s too far,” she mumbled. Getting back from the desert meant miles of walking, with her on his back? True he was much larger than her, but she wasn’t a pup anymore.

She didn’t know there was an oasis not far off. If she had, she wouldn’t of thought his idea to be insane, maybe then she would’ve stopped her backward movements. It was then that she remembered the cliff ledge while she took those shuffling steps back. She had been so close to the ledge in the first place… Everything seemed to slow down. Her back foot was already moving down, down, into nothing. Her eyes shot up from the ground to meet his. Wide seafoam gaze said everything her lips couldn’t. Her back end fell into nothingness, and her front paws were scrabbling for something to hold onto, her talons leaving gouges in the soft russet dirt. Then, everything sped up. Her back feet were scratching the face of the cliff, trying to find a hold in something, anything. The roar of the ocean far below was filling her ears, it was the only thing she could hear. She gave a small cry, unsure if the boy would be able to reach her in time before she fell over the ledge and into the sea. Her heart was thundering in her chest, her fragile body clutching onto the ledge as best she could while her imagination went wild with how her death would be.

With any luck, she would hit the rocks far below and it would be quick, and almost painless. She flinched at the thought but couldn’t stop the new flow of images that were flashing through her head. Drowning would be worst, knowing she could swim out and make it to the shore on the side, but the incessant beating on the Cliffside made her think that she’d be better off trying to hit the rocks. At least then she would be dead when the waves threw her repeatedly against the rocky face. Slowly, her feet were slipping, her scrabbling only seemed to make it worse, straining every muscle, the woman did her best to brace against what gravity intended for her to do. "speech"


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Ryker
Posted: Jun 8 2012, 12:33 AM


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OOC: oh Ryker, lul. Kinda pped the rescue part, not sure how long you wanted that bit to last but let me know if you'd like me to change anything :3

Much to his dismay the dame did not oblige but instead began a retreat. Auds flattened lightly atop his head, the one indication he offered of his embarrassment and confusion. Perhaps he should have thought it all through a bit more but carrying her seemed the simplest of solutions to their present predicament. Regardless of his logic, she was obviously unwilling to clamor atop his back. Slowly he straightened himself, his mind already at work to compose a second plan. It was only then that he realized the soot hued lady was still back tracking. Molten eyes widened ever so slightly, shock and urgency hastily surging through his entirety. Though his jaw fell open to shout warning no words spilled free from his gullet. It was too late, already her back limb had sunk and her hind quarters had begun to descend, her abdomen smashing against the cliff’s edge. The boy’s entirety flexed his mind focus instantly to the struggling girl who clung for dear life to the sandy ledge. Haunches lurched him forward, jaws now opening wide but not to offer her words. Ivory canine flashed almost maniacally as he lunged for her, no heed offered to the stability of the ledge. He cared not that his bulk may jar loose the fickle earth beneath them both and send him plummeting to his death. He had to save her.

With his target secured in his sights he pressed forth, his maw soon filled with fur and flesh. Instantly the jaw clamped, firmly taking hold of the looser skin across the top of her nape. Talons anchored the best they could manage into the dry cracked earth, musculature tensing as he sank his weight to his hind end in attempts to keep himself from toppling over the edge with her. It seemed his reaction had come just in the nick of time, for a second more and the doe would have surely slid free from the ledge and into the open and waiting arms of the surf. Silent apologies spilled from him as he felt his fangs sever her flesh, warm crimson oozing to dance upon his tongue. Still he did not allow his grip to loosen but instead drew in a breath. With his exhale he heaved himself back, hoisting her chest over the edge and back onto even earth. He paused there, ensuring his grip would not slip and the lands below would not give way from beneath him, nor her. Again he drew in a breath, hoisting his skull with all his might as to draw her body upward and back, upward and back. Sheer determination emanated from every ounce of him as he tugged her slowly but surely away from death’s embrace. A low grumbled reverberated from the boy’s chest as he offered one last effort, finally pulling her entity to safety. Pistons back peddled, bringing some yards back from the ledge so that there was no chance of her stumbling again, his chest heaving with effort.

Jaws unhinged carefully, her blood now painting his lips. He could not help but allow his sights to fall there first, to the punctures which adorn the back of her nape, the injury he had inflicted. He knew these pains were worth the reward of life but still could not help but feel his stomach twist and turn. He had never intended to hurt her and while he might have saved her life he still felt ill from harming her. He stumbled back a step or too, hastily whipping his muzzle upon his forelimbs, staining them rosy with her blood. He didn’t want it in his mouth, that sickly sweet taste. Not her blood, he never wanted it spilt. He found that once more he could not gaze upon her for each time his sights were drawn to her crimson tinted neck. Instead he settled his molten stare to the earth by his feet, his stature held strong and vacant of indication of the apologetic shame he now endured. “I…I’m sorry.” came the gruff whisper, “I never meant…to hurt you.” Though tones were flat there was something about him that seeped sincerity and agony. He knew very well she would rather suffer healable wounds than death but still found it impossible to unknot the pretzel which his organs had become. “Are you alright?” with all things considered of course.



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Julliet
Posted: Jun 8 2012, 01:32 AM


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Ryker gives me museee 8D and it was perfect, I just wanted to stretch out the thread a little bit longer :3

She was picturing her death now, as her talons slowly slid closer and closer to the lip of the drop off, counting down until she was free falling. She let out a strangled whimper, trying to clutch tighter to the flat even ground. Her eyes shut tight, she knew this was it. This would be the end of everything. She wouldn’t be able to live out her life with a pack and a family. No; she was going to perish in the waters far below, and become another nameless face. Suddenly he was there though, his mouth grabbing her neck to haul her back onto solid ground. She couldn’t move for a second, her heart in her throat before she was trying to help him as he surged backwards and onto solid ground. She wasn’t a little five pound pup, and she knew it wouldn’t be easy for him. But once her stomach was on solid ground, the woman was able to help him drag the rest of her back from the ledge. He didn’t let go there though, instead he pulled her another couple yards away so there was no chance she could get too close to the edge again. He let go then, the prickling feeling on her neck got worse when he let go. She crumpled to the ground, her legs unable to support her. It wasn’t until she saw the rosy blood on his leg when he wiped it from his lips. He had broken her skin open. She could feel the warm liquid now as the punctures secreted the blood from the open wounds. Those would heal easy enough, so why was he apologizing?

Gentle gaze went to the russet male, he refused to look at her, hunched over in the shadow of shame. She couldn’t clean the blood off, unable to reach the back of her neck without making things messier. Her legs wouldn’t hold her up now, and she dropped her gaze to the ground, her breath coming out in shallow gasps, her sides heaving with the effort. Ears pressed back when he asked the question, her voice failing to answer his words. She wanted to answer him, tell him he shouldn’t be sorry; tell him not to stand there, bowed over with the shame of drawing her blood after saving her life. Instead she remained crumpled on the ground, staring blankly at the dirt that was only inches from her face. It was frustrating beyond belief. Her body refused to obey her command to stand, to get up and close the distance that separated her from the boy. To show him some sort of gratitude for risking his life, to save her. Silence enveloped the duo, and she did nothing to stop it. After another moment, she drew in one last breath, and held it for a second before letting it go. All in one motion, the woman got to her feet.

It was graceful, considering she was still shaky. What counted was she had control over her body again. Quick steps brought her to the boy and she buried her head in his shoulder. Eyes shut tight as she sucked in another breath, her delicate words falling from her lips, “Stop apologizing, Red,” the nickname wasn’t very original considering his coloring, but she didn’t want to call him ‘boy,’ it would destroy the personal effect. “You… saved me. I don’t care.” Pulling back from him before it got too personal, the girl sat a foot or so away. “I’m okay, thanks to you,” She bent her head so she could catch his lowered gaze, and held it. She wouldn’t let him look away. Not this time. If he was looking in her eyes, he wouldn’t be looking at the blood that stained the scruff of her neck. She wished she could clean it up; he wouldn’t look at her with the reminder of his actions. It would have to wait though. Instead she got to her feet, and took a few steps in the direction he had started to go before turning back and telling her to get on his back. Her face softened when she looked back towards him, “Are you coming or not? I honestly don’t know where I’m going.” A small smile played on her lips after the words left her mouth. Her foot hardly hurt now from the adrenaline that remained in her blood, she figured she could probably manage until they got through the small desert. If anything, she figured she could lean against him for support; if she got desperate. After all- she owed him her life. "speech"



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Ryker
Posted: Jun 9 2012, 12:49 AM


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Silence. It weighed heavily upon the broad shoulders of the russet brute, the burden ever strengthening with each second that passed. At long last he could stand it no longer and so he lifted his sights, just in time to see her hoist herself to her feet. Immediately he assumed the worst, that she would turn to leave without another word to him. Lids narrowed ever so slightly as she came forward with a strained grace his body becoming even more rigid as she destroyed the inches which remained between them. Time itself seemed to cease as her head came to rest against his shoulder. His chest, which had been swelling with a breath arrested all action. AS if the boy was not statuesque enough as it were he had become even more frozen. It was only as her words slipped free in hushed tones that a soft sigh released from his lungs, his head crooking to allow his eyes to rest upon the top of her silvery skull. Indescribable warmth seemed to spread from the area, the soothing feel hastily seeping into his very core. It had been ages since he had been gifted a tender touch, it was a much welcomed change.

As he suspected, good things never last forever and so she retracted herself from contact with him slowly but surely. He yearned to pushed himself forward, allow their hides to intertwine in an embrace once more. Had he been less of a composed fellow he might have released the small hum which gurgled in his throat free. Of course, he knew this was completely inappropriate and so he held himself firmly, eyes unable to tear free from her soft features. Although fatigued and rightfully rattled from the whole ordeal she still manage to exude a serene grace one which followed her as she rose and began to progress in the direction he had previously indicated was the proper way to travel. The rust hued brow furrowed lightly; still skeptical of her condition and how the distance might impact her. Still, he was not about to suggest the solution he had formulated once again. Instead he brought himself forward to her side, keeping himself just out of contact as to not be overbearing. While his mind whirled he took another hasty assessment of her condition. Already he had prepared to take as much time as needed to reach the oasis. Though she seemed stubborn she had yet to discover he was the same. Should he feel she was compromising her health beyond reason he would enforce rest. Slowly he traipsed forward, gaze flickering to her every couple of steps to ensure she was able to keep pace. “It’s not too far.” he reassured, “The oasis.” Only now had the realized he had not told her where he planned to take her. And then where? Being that he had not thought that far ahead he had not planned where he would be escorting her next. While he had suspicions that she was refuse or at least be reluctant to the idea of him escorting her all the way home he had already made up his mind. “Where’s home?” he tried his very best to add on an inflection but still the baritones slipped free from his tongue even and slightly gruff. He did his best to ignore his failure and instead settled his sights to the distance, eagerly awaiting a reply.



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Julliet
Posted: Jun 9 2012, 02:17 AM


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Luckily she didn’t have to wait too long, for the russet male caught up to her, and continued on, she picked up the pace, and stayed even with him without much of a problem. Her foot was more of a nagging pain than one that she couldn’t bear to stand. The limp was barely noticeable, and she hoped he wouldn’t notice it. It wasn’t slowing her down, and her pad wasn’t bleeding, so she doubted he was paying that close of attention to her. He was just out of reach, his fiery coat only centimeters from hers. Part of her yearned to close the space; to feel his warmth again, but she knew that wasn’t professional. That’s not how things worked. He spoke up after a few minutes of easy silence, an ear flicked his way before she craned her neck to look at him; had she known there was an oasis close by, she wouldn’t have rejected his offer to carry her so bad. Letting loose a laugh that closely resembled the sound of wind chimes, it faded quickly as his question reached her lobes. Her steps faltered a minute, her foot pausing mid-step as she thought. It occurred to her then, that she didn’t have a home. Brow furrowed and she shrugged lightly, “I don’t know,” she answered finally. She didn’t want to say she had no home, that was much too depressing, though it was the truth. Her brow didn’t relax, and her forehead remained wrinkled as she frowned, thinking further on where she might want to return. Only then did it occur to her that he was escorting her home. It was then that she was thankful he wasn’t looking, for her cheeks blushed rosy pink at the thought.

Her foot was beginning to ache, though she would deny it if he asked, so she continued on without a word, careful to not allow her foot to become favored too much. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, so she didn’t speak up again for the time being. Instead, she let her thoughts run free, eyes flickering to watch him out of the corner of her eye every once in a while. She kept coming back to the fact that she had no answer for the male. How was it that she still hadn’t found a home? Letting loose a small sigh, the woman paused. She didn’t stay still for long, fearing that he might take it as a sign that he foot was bothersome. It was then that she realized she didn’t know his name. This time she fought the urge to stop again, and continued on, much more perplexed than before. “Julliet,” she blurted out, eyes growing wide at how sudden she had been. She looked away then, her cheeks growing hot as she cursed herself inwardly at how awkward she had been. She could’ve been graceful about it, and asked him his name in return, but she didn’t. No; instead the woman had blurted it out like a moron. Ears fell back and she kept her gaze on her feet, idly noting that her paw was bleeding again.

She hoped the oasis wasn’t too far off. That way she could drown herself there and not have to continue all the way back to the Point with him. Surely he thought her a freak? No one just… shouts out their name. It hadn’t quite been a shout, but it hardly mattered to the woman. She cleared her throat, but remained subdued into her own thoughts once again. The sun had set fully by this point, not the stars were starting to come out one by one to make their appearance. The moon wasn’t quite full yet, but it had to be close. Eyes wandered to where it was just coming over the horizon, to the millions of stars overhead. Breathtaking as it was, she dropped her eyes back to the ground, still refusing to look at him. If only to make matters worse, the woman stepped funny, sending her body over to bump his solid build as she tried to overcorrect her misstep. Keeping her jaw from parting in horror of how clumsy she was becoming, the girl mumbled out an apology before falling silent again. Even though the night had come, it was still almost too hot for comfort. The oasis would have some source of water. She just hoped it was deep enough she could swim. It would be an easy way to clean off her bloody neck from where the boy had grabbed a hold of her. The events, however close they had been, only seemed like a far memory to her now. "speech"



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Ryker
Posted: Jun 13 2012, 11:38 PM


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He did his best to keep careful track of her pace without glancing beside him too frequently. Molten lenses attempted to remain occupied by surveying the lands before them, his stomach a churn as he feared he might had forgotten the way or that the oasis was no longer. Surely he would die of embarrassment then, walking her already fatigued soul around and around in the vast desert, swearing on every god he could imagine that he knew where they were going. A sigh escaped him as the silence brewed between them. He had never been one to become uncomfortable with silences, but this one felt a bit peculiar. Perhaps it was because he wished to speak so badly, to inquire about her and tell her more about himself. But still he found his tongue wound much like a pretzel in his mouth, stubborn to whip and twirl as he commanded. Still his thoughts drifted, his imagination taking hold and fanaticizing about how their conversation may go, what he might learn about her.

It was only as she stumbled into him that he was jolted back to reality. Musculature tightened instinctively on impact though the collision failed to shake him. Instead she stumbled and with haste he altered his footing, prepared to steady her should she require the assistance. Alas, her grace was not lost and so her mismatched steps were soon corrected. The very edges of his cheeks crinkled ever so slightly; a small hint of a smile. It seemed she too had had enough of the silence for without warning her name erupted from her mouth. Had he been a more spooky creature he might have jumped. Instead his skull oscillated carefully, his eyes falling to her features which were now angled away from him. Again his lips twitched, fighting desperately to paint a charming smile to his stoic mask, “Pretty name.” he thanked the stars he had managed those two words without falter and with some fluidity. Over and over again he ran the syllables atop his tongue, whispering them within the prison of his maw. It had such a pleasant feel, Julliet. Suddenly realizing his manner he shook his head, as if to focus himself, “I’m Ryker.” Again the words came free without fumble and at last the edges of his cheeks were drawn back in a meek smile.

It was only then that his nares captured the sweet and fleeting aroma of greenery and fresh water. Reluctantly he pulled his sights from her and settled them to the distance where the oasis lay, tucked within a small valley not far from more fertile lands. He was sure his luck would be running out soon. Not only had he managed a bit of speech and a smile, but now he had found his way to the petite sanctuary. The tip of the russet banner flickered and though excitement broiled within him he remained at an even pace, unwilling to compromise her comfort now. He did not halt his progression until his paws were embraced by the shaded waters. A long sigh slipped free from his broad chest as the cool liquid washed over his tepid pads. He was reminded now how little he cared for the desert. Still, he was happy he had ventured through on this particular day and stumbled upon this chrome lady. He watched carefully as she followed suit only now thinking back to her vague reaction to his previous inquiry. “You can stay with me.” Too forward, far far too forward. For a moment he contemplated drowning himself right then and there, “Or…where…I stay…in the forest. I can…” his tongue had begun rebelling, the void words coming forth choppily. He paused and drew in a breath, averting his gaze from her and instead resting it in her reflection, “I can keep you safe.”



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Julliet
Posted: Jun 15 2012, 12:57 AM


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She wanted to go find a hole and hide in it until he left. Her eyes remained on her moving feet, her steps were beginning to get sloppy, and her frown deepened as she concentrated on keeping her footing. She knew he was watching her now, and it made her cheeks hot. He responded to her outburst, and peppermint gaze flickered to meet his for a fleeting moment. An ear flicked his direction and when he started to speak again she met his gaze. The small smile he offered when he spoke his name nearly melted her heart, her eyes lingered on him while she walked, though after a while, she feared her steps would falter and she would crash to the earth. Reluctantly, the woman drew her gaze back to her feet that carried her unevenly across the ground. It wasn’t until she saw the boy straighten even more beside her out of the corner of her eye, did she look up. Just as she did, the sandy, dead ground gave way to plush grass. Seafoam gaze travelled to Ryker before she stumbled into the water, her eyes closing as she treaded into its cool embrace. She let out a soft sigh, the relief she felt in her fatigued limbs was beyond anything she had felt before.

She had wandered away from where Ryker had been standing, moving deeper into the water until her shoulders were also soothed from the hot sun. Darkness had shrouded the both of them, though the moon’s pale light was enough to show all but the smallest detail. She glanced towards him, offered a sheepish smile before ducking under the cool surface. Kicking her legs so she moved while she remained submerged, the woman surfaced only seconds after she had gone under so she wouldn’t startle her new companion into thinking she was going to stay under. Surfacing closer to the rust hued boy, Auricles caught the words just as he started to speak. Eyes shot up to watch him, his surprising words making the girl pause in her path that was directed towards him again. Immediately he was getting flustered, and the woman shook her head slowly, a soft smile spreading her lips. He continued to speak, and she resumed her movements, closing the space between them and pushing her nose into his neck. Eyes fluttered closed and she drew in a deep breath before pulling away. “I know what you mean,” she spoke softer than usual, but the words came out without hesitation.

She moved so she stood by his side, close enough she could feel the heat of his body, but not enough to have them touch. She didn’t want to come off too… forthcoming. Silence came between them for a moment before slowly, eyes travelled up to the sky, sparkling with thousands of tiny diamonds; the reflection twinkling in her eyes. She drew in a breath, lips parting to let the words free, “I think… I would like that,” gaze flickered to his profile, but just as quickly went to the skies. “You make me feel safe,” the woman murmured, much quieter than she had spoken before. She didn’t look towards him, a sudden feeling of shyness overcoming her and rendering her immobile. Narrow frame seemed smaller with her coat plastered to her skin. The breeze made her shiver slightly, her skin still wet from her embrace with the water. The night was still warm, and she wasn’t quite cold, though she couldn’t help as the movement convulsed her slender build. "speech"



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Ryker
Posted: Jun 16 2012, 10:40 PM


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His sights averted from her as she submerged herself, focus shifting to the glimmering stars reflected in the glassy surface of the liquid. As she rose from the depths the image blurred, the sparkling bodies dissipating as the small pond undulated. It was a beautiful sight to behold; one that he wished could bring a smile to his face. Unfortunately, the features remained bleak, frozen and unreadable. Auds quivered lightly as she came forward once more, the soft chimes of the droplets cascading to meet the waters below echoing as no more than a murmur. Her approach brought him back from the trance he had fallen into, his molten pools instantly leaping to meet her stare. Still she was kind, despite his oddity. Again a sigh left his lips, banner quivering lightly in hopes of a wag.

As she repositioned himself he fought to tear his stare free form her. The broad skull tilted towards the heavens, gaze settling to reside within the star littered skies. He couldn’t remember the last time he had simply looked up at the stars, forgotten his worries and stopped to admire the beauty the world had to offer. He had been blinded as of late by despair. Her touch came suddenly though it was not unwelcomed. Beneath the warmth she bled free his muscles tensed, not from disdain or detest but from unfamiliarity. Since he was taken from the Cove the only touch he had encountered was that of baneful intention. Still, he held himself firmly against the soft pressure, head tilting down to place her in his sights once more as best he could. As she withdrew he once again found himself yearning for her return, for a moment more of the peace and tranquility the touch had brought. It was a strange sensation, one he now hungered for. He knew it peculiar, forward even to feel in such a way but he could not reason himself out of it. In times like these he praised his otherwise uncooperative body, for though he wished to lean back against her he remained unmoving, frozen in time.

Again he tilted his head back, eager to consume the mosaic pointed above them. He did not expect her to grace him with any further words, knowing his proposal was a bit awkward, but to his surprise her chimes rang once more. If he were any other individual his jaw would have fallen open a bit, in sheer shock that she did not find him creepy or presumptuous but instead accepted his offer. He kept his gaze from her, unsure whether any inkling of his shock and awe had made its way into his eyes. He could not show her such a thing, he must always be strong. Instead the very edges of his maw curved upward discretely. The grin remained as he searched the starry skies above, “Here.” he breathed, only realizing after the word had left his lips that he had not completed his entire thought, “We can stay here…for the night.” He glanced to her quickly, hoping to assess her reaction, “So you can rest.” He had no intention of partaking in relaxation. He had been assign a new mission, to protect the young dame he had stumbled upon, nearly killed, and rescued.





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Julliet
Posted: Jun 17 2012, 03:57 AM


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She hadn’t expected him to speak, so when the silence came the woman wasn’t bothered. Instead her eyes went up towards the sky once again. Taking in the beauty of the stars that lit up the night, a faint smile came to pull at her lips. She wondered then, about the russet male who stood so close to her. Why was it that he remained to reserved and stoic? Why did he freeze when she had touched him so lightly, as if instead of an embrace she had drawn blood? Abuse had been her first thought, which furrowed her brow. He hadn’t come across as the broken and neglected type, though she didn’t fully rule it out. Her next thought had been that it was by choice. Much like she didn’t like to talk, it may just as well be the same for the boy; in which case she had no problem at all. She knew he wouldn’t be able to read her thoughts, but still the woman fretted he would catch on to what she was thinking about. It hadn’t been long since she had uttered those words, and suddenly she realized she had been much too forward with the boy. Apprehensive gaze went to look at him, though he was watching the stars as well. Her lips parted to say something, but he began to speak just as she was about to. Jaw shut quietly, and a sheepish smile came to her lips when he looked towards her. Idly she wondered what he would think, looking over to see that she was already watching him.

Seafoam gaze held onto his molten eyes. She was losing herself when she realized that he had continued to speak. Minutes had passed and still, the girl couldn’t find the words to speak. Eyes remained locked with his, before finally she managed to clear her throat and look instead towards the water. The surface has once again turned to glass, and mirrored the starry night perfectly. She watched the water for a moment longer before finally finding her voice, “That sounds perfect,” lyrics were airy, and slightly breathless. Eyes darted towards him for a fleeting moment before again looking to the reflection. She couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of him for too long, but instead of looking at him directly, the girl watched him from the water’s surface. Curious, how he seemed to capture her attention. It hadn’t happened to her before. How easily she usually was able to let faces fade with memory. Not Ryker; no, the boy would forever remain in her mind. And suddenly, the young woman’s heart squeezed. What would happen come morning? They would return to the Point, and part ways. Would she ever see him again?

Eyes shut, and quietly she pushed the thoughts away. Trying her best to tell herself that it wouldn’t matter, but knowing it was a lie. So instead she focused on the present. She was exhausted. The day had been eventful, to say the least and the sudden fatigue made her sway before she could balance herself once again. Closing the space between her and the fiery boy, she leaned on his solid build, her eyes beginning to close with the weight of sleep. Comfortable as she was, she was worried the boy might be thinking her as one of those girls who swoon over their savior after a traumatic experience. She was about to pull away thinking she might as well let him be for the night and go to bed, but… she was just so content. Eyes flickered to the boy trying to look at him without fully turning her face. She couldn’t see anything past his stoic mask, so instead she touched the tip of her snout to his shoulder lightly before breathing out, “Goodnight Ryker.” She lingered there for a few fleeting moments, eyes glancing up towards his face, though didn’t stay long enough to read his expression. Pulling back from the water’s grasp, the girl moved a few meters up the bank before circling, and folding her limbs as she curled into a tight ball, her tail covering her nose, and hiding most of her face from view. Slowly her eyes shut, all the while she watched the boy who she couldn’t stop thinking about.

Exit Julliet…sorta xD "speech"



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