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you say your love for me has waned from the storm; any - aleksandr - 03-15-2017 well, I'm a lion in the haze and the lamb in the lightning Aleksandr RE: you say your love for me has waned from the storm; any - Circinae - 03-15-2017 She’s surprised that she comes across him first, but then again they always find each other; these wild things of Beqanna. There seems to be something about her home that calls to them all and so, naturally, the two cross paths somewhat by happenstance. Somewhat because like always she is wolf: small, brown, imperceptible unless she chose to be seen. His scent had caught her immediate attention, which was quickly followed by a dangerous sense of curiosity. Strong and unbidden it drew her from the shadows of the redwood and out to where he waits, one paw deftly, smoothly, following the other as she creeps from behind the trunk of a carnelian giant. For a moment, her eyes flash reflectively and then she transforms, exhaling deeply when the shift has finished. A blink or two, then “Hello, stranger.” falls with tepid warmth from her lips. Circinae cannot judge his worthiness by first appearances - even if she wanted to. Acceptance had never been a choice left up to her, that trial would doubtless soon come for him. Yet, he seems rather harmless in the moment - all sharp edges and dark shadows, sprinkled over with bright patches of white. His eyes, roguish and feral, excite her and a grin sweeps haphazardly across her mouth, softening the rest of her face. “Are you lost?” “Wouldn’t that be worth a chuckle?” She muses, a single ear flicking backwards to listen for the onslaught of her peers. The smile, quickly fading, soon disappears with the gentle swing of her tail and she hopes (with biased reasoning) that she’s wrong about his sudden appearance. It would be more than refreshing to have a new face around. Circinae I need the crack of a whip, I need some blood in the cut HTML by Call RE: you say your love for me has waned from the storm; any - aleksandr - 03-17-2017 well, I'm a lion in the haze and the lamb in the lightning Aleksandr RE: you say your love for me has waned from the storm; any - Circinae - 03-18-2017 Circinae has never minded talking, it’s good practice and opens doors to strange places. It’s the ones who do a bit too much talking that give her reason to mind them. His first reply, though meant in lighthearted goodwill, has her gaze narrowing for the breath of the moment. He certainly looked like a lot of things, but none of them were idiot or insane. The bright mare sighs, thinking, “No matter” as he continues with his string of interrogation, “He just lacks a sense of humor.” And who could blame him? It couldn’t be all fun and games forever. At least not out there, where the rules of engagement meant nothing. Hasn’t even been that long since she was there herself. He’s still talking though, peering upwards and every single way as if to size up the initial area surrounding them. Surveying it for personal reasons, the better to decide whether or not he enjoyed the atmosphere. Her line of sight catches the glint of the sun as it bathes his exposed jugular, a ebony fruit ripe for the plucking, and she manages to hold her tongue while a soft laugh dies in her own throat. The outsider didn’t choose Taiga. Taiga chose her own. “Do you live here? ... Would you recommend living here?” He asks, but the wolf-mare is growing tired of his endless checkpoints and decides instead to give him a taste of his own fodder. “Does it look like I live here?” She retorts, an impish grin blooming flawlessly across her lips as she eases forward. It was not for her to fear him in this place: rather, the other way around. If he could scrutinize her beloved woods, then he too could be thumbed under a microscope. Her fluid gait is easy-going, no hint of aggression or irritation in her body language to cause him concern while she circles him deftly. Those soft, cerulean eyes trace the outline of his shape and she stops when they are face-to-face again, amusement washing over her expression. “I would recommend that you find out for yourself, stranger.” She tells him, settling once more into her spot. “That is, of course, if you don’t mind things that go bump in the night.” Circinae I need the crack of a whip, I need some blood in the cut HTML by Call RE: you say your love for me has waned from the storm; any - aleksandr - 03-19-2017 well, I'm a lion in the haze and the lamb in the lightning Aleksandr RE: you say your love for me has waned from the storm; any - Circinae - 03-21-2017 Yes, even looking at him now with suspicion she can see that he’s rather fetching. That black coat draped so wonderfully over perfectly rounded muscle and a fine, square shape to his frame. But beauty is sometimes not enough, there must be something else to an individual to determine what sort of attractiveness they possess. Alek? Circinae determines that he is the type who understands themselves to be appealing without second thoughts. Confidence is his cloak and the sabino man wears it well. As for herself? She often forgets what her face looks like … until someone reminds her of its ability. Her own prowess as a barrier between him and Taiga stems from her wolf. Nothing else. Regardless, his acceptance of her terms earns him a soft chuckle, lips rising and eyes dimming as it bubbles from her chest. “Is that so?” She replies, curiosity once more piqued as to just what was hiding beneath that silky black skin. Somewhere, deeper within the heart of her home, the rest of the Taiga pack continues with their daily routine and Circinae’s fine, green head tips back over her shoulder to gather the sound of her home with upturned ears. All seems silent, in order - so the timing could not be more appropriate. “Then come with me, if you’d like.” She tells him, turning back to pin him with a wicked grin. Her forelegs dance, sidestepping to circle her about and give him a rather close-up view of her dark tail as she moves to ingress further into the forest. She won’t shift, but she won’t patiently wait for him either. Besides, she’s more than sure he can keep pace. “My name is Circy!” She calls out, already putting good distance between them. “And I hope you can impress the others like you’ve impressed me!” Circinae I need the crack of a whip, I need some blood in the cut HTML by Call |