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Post by angylz on Jun 29, 2008 11:50:36 GMT -5
The slim figure padded about, a blank expression covering her features. A smell that tingled in her nose had led her to a run-down place such as this. It was a smell that she had come about before, one the alpha or top dog would usually give off. If it were any normal smell of dominance, Ashter would have snarled and headed the opposite direction. There was something about this smell that had done just the opposite of what would've happened. It drew her in. Without fight or thought she followed it. Maybe it was cause of her natural curiosity? No, she had over come it years ago. Or maybe, her secret longing to join??
Ashter shook her head at the thought. Yet wondered if it really was the reason. Nearing the lodge, she gave a good thought of calling out and threw that aside knowing what might happen. But the smell of another dominant had won her over. Her pink tongue flicked out, cleansing her maw as she prepared to release her famous howl. Throwing her head high, the husky's mournful cry filled the sky. She held the note for a while, then lowered her head with a deep feeling of regret.
'I hope this won't kill me.'
((ooc)) I don't think this goes with her "rebellious" personality that well, but Ashter felt challenged and wanted to face the alpha. I hope this was good enough. [/center] |
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jul 1, 2008 12:52:41 GMT -5
Now that he had gotten the Gathering out of the way, Darthyn had hoped to have a quiet couple of days: no meetings, no initiations, no fighting. But as soon as that eerie howl broke the silence, he knew automatically that the next few days would be anything but peaceful.
Trotting across the floor of the Lodge, he poked his head out of the door. A rather attractive young female stood there. She looked strong and well-fed. Smirking slightly, Darthyn advanced from the hidden shadows of the Lodge. Snarling ruthlessly, he padded forward, head lowered past his rolling shoulders. Tense muscles rippled fiercely under his dusty coat, and his amber eyes burned with an intensity that only a fight could arouse.
As he neared her, he emitted a throaty growl, telling her that he was ready to pounce.
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Post by angylz on Jul 1, 2008 13:23:27 GMT -5
Ashter's ear gave a twitch in the direction of the growl. Turning her head, her eyes momentarily widened at the mutt before her. He looked strong indeed, the type that wasn't easily manipulated. The type of a leader. Ashter looked into his amber eyes with her yellow ones, seeing the urge within them. Her mind fumbled a bit. 'I believe this is the alpha.'
She lowered her head to match his stance, not intending on a fight. Her lips curled a bit, showing off her large canines. This didn't frighten her at all, she was, in fact, used to it. Her eyes held little rage, for this was unexpected.
"Fight if you want to, alpha," Ashter spat the word, "I had no intention of killing here. I simply came with a wish to join." [/center] |
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jul 1, 2008 13:45:38 GMT -5
Taken aback by her words, Darthyn righted his posture and sat back on his haunches. He tilted his head, watching her through those intense amber eyes. He was impressed.
"Well," He whispered, "I'm impressed by your courage. What is your name?"
ooc // Sorry, busyy.
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Post by angylz on Jul 1, 2008 22:08:14 GMT -5
Seeing the brute's gesture, Ashter relaxed into her normal, gentle appearance. She didn't really put her guard down though, just in case. Sitting back on her haunches with a soft plop, she gave him a good look over before responding.
"Ashter." Her voice was low, a near whisper. The husky mentally pondered why she had not yet turned, sneering at the thought of being an ally. The alpha's scent still kept her in memorized wonder, as well as her mere fascination in the mutt and the sudden change of attitude when she spoke of joining. Thinking she might as well play along, she used her appearance as an advantage. Making her eyes as soft as she could while still holding defiance, she spoke in her soothing voice that contained hints of melancholy.
"And yours, good sir??" |
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jul 2, 2008 12:07:08 GMT -5
"Darthyn," he breathed slowly, tasting each syllabol of his name before releasing it for her ears to hear. He stepped forward, head inclined, and sniffed gingerly at her face and nose, taking in the scent of her breath. He diped his head, satisfied. Her fear scent had vanished and all that was left was the musty scent of confidence to mask all others.
Stepping back, he let his tail wag slowly behind him. "Well met Ashter. Would you like me to show you to the dens?" He hadn't ever offered a new member this before, but there was something about the female that captivated him. Perhaps it was her gentleness, but also her readiness to defend herself. Darthyn roled his shoulders slowly as he waited for an answer.
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Post by angylz on Jul 4, 2008 11:18:11 GMT -5
She stood still as he took in her scent, quietly bathing in his as well. As Darthyn withdrew, she felt quite satisfied that it had turned out this way. No fights or threats required. This could be easy. She gingerly lifted herself, ending in a standing position.
"How kind." Ashter replied, accepting the offer. Her curled tail twitched, somewhat content. She then began doubting if she would be able to harm such a gentlemen. He was nicer to her than anyone , or dog has been in since she escaped. Without a thought, she followed him to the dens.
ooc((I think this is where we should end ^^)) |
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Post by Maybe ♫ on Jul 4, 2008 13:00:09 GMT -5
ooc // Oooh, do I sense a PLOT TWIST? -gasp- I'll make a thread at the nesting hollow
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