Attracting Any Attentions [Winged]

[Valan]

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[atrb=background] At least winter had ended. At least there was something else in the world to contemplate besides meals and shelter and how far he might walk and how far he might fly. It had been a hard winter as a loner. Despite his efforts to construct a pack of some sort, despite his wish to help organize a working system for his species... But either they had been to unresolved, too weak, or had died in the winter. All possible and likely, yet all burdening his heart in some fashion. Lives grew shorter as time grew longer, the lord knew. Yet many were the days when he had been uncaring of time. Sometimes that was still the case, but mainly these were days he had little but snow-shoed hare for company. And they made horrible company, living and dead. But they bothered him little in the long run. No, today, time was slow for once. Spring had come late, flowers were waking groggily, trees had barely buds, never mind considering leaves. The ruins fit even better at this time of year, however. The snow had made them appear childish and unimportant, there as the faint tinges of greens and light rainbow flowers and bare branches marked the place perfectly, picking it out as un-ordinary and unnatural. Just the sort of place to draw attention. The chrome lord viewed the land from an ancient windowsill, or what had been equal to one. The building was a medieval remedy of humans, their past places of life and "prosperity." He lounged quite comfortably on the broad stone, though in fact, he could and would fine most any object or space comfortable, provided he be allowed to steal a nap on it. Steely covered wings tucked against his sides, his left forepaw hung out of the window two stories up, his right nestled under his chest, the back two splayed atop the sill. The lord's silvery chin rested on the sill as well, his cool grey eyes almost completely closed to the world, yet his other senses were not. He was a surprisingly light sleeper, though that did explain why he seemed to sleep more than the average being. Valan had no idea what he wished to be calling the attention of, but he didn't rightly care. Winter had been boring, anything and everyone was welcome, as far as the lord was concerned. Though of course, there were always those who found him annoying, so perhaps he could not claim to welcome everyone wholeheartedly. But he had never welcomed anyone wholeheartedly... So speaks the lord of the North Valan N. Antilles [ooc: for those winged wolves interested in founding/joining a pack] Images made by Keyva

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[marigo]

The first sight she saw when she woke was green. As she turned onto her belly, tucking her paws beneath her, she looked around, trying to make sense of what had happened. This couldn't be her pack's territory. She stood and she called out, "Mother!" Her frail voice echoed, only magnifying the loneliness she felt, and she beat her wings hard. She rose higher and higher through the trees and landed with a sort of precarious grace on one of the tallest branches. As she looked around, Marigo saw nothing she recognized. She whimpered softly and returned to the ground, folding her white wings against her back.

She didn't remember what had happened. She could barely remember anything, really; just her name and the fact that she was searching for her pack. Did she even have a pack? The more Marigo thought about it, the more confusing it became, so she let it be and continued on through the ruins.

Her delicate black paws sailed smoothly over any obstacles in her path, and though her legs were long and slender - unnatural, as most would say - she wasn’t clumsy. The rest of her fur was silky smooth, white as new snow, thick and luscious. Her long legs were blacker than a raven’s wing, as were the tip of her tail and her left ear. Her wings were only spotted with black here and there, barely noticeable. Her stunning blue eyes searched this new world around her, and her empty mind began filling itself with the memories of the ruins. Marigo was young, only just out of being a pup. She treaded around noisily, unaware of any nearby creatures that were either prey or predator. Her nose pulled in the scents insistently, begging for new smells and other wonderful things she might see.

Marigo searched around for a long while until she found a nice place to settle: under a large tree, it’s leaves wide and good at shielding her from the sunlight. She lay down on her belly, stretching her wings out to either side of her as she yawned sleepily. She thought she smelled another wolf here, but could it be? What wolf would want to live here? Marigo then stood again, aware that the scent was much stronger than she thought it would be, and she unfolded her wings. She flew into the air, catching a feeble thermal and soaring upward until she saw a silvery nose poking out from a window.

Marigo settled on a tree just outside the window, and she looked at this new wolf with her dazzling blue eyes. She folded her wings and settled on the branch, and she took evaluation of this new wolf. He looked like an alpha, like he owned all the ruins. Marigo would have believed that. She thought he looked strong and powerful and very much like a good leader. Her eyes caught on something: two wings that sprouted from his back. With a start, Marigo realized she was in the presence of an older, wiser, and much stronger wolf, and she lay down, tucking her tail beneath her submissively and flattening her fur and feathers.

‘Please accept me,’ She begged silently.

[Valan]

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[atrb=background] He cocked his ears at the rustle of wings too large to belong to any bird capable of flight. Another Winged wolf then. IT seemed that the only beings who would approach him were of his own species. Not that he minded, but he rather liked variety. A concession of his loneliness, perhaps. Again, he wondered when this business with the pack would start. He was at the point of giving up on this land and moving on... Traveling ignited so much fire in him that it was physically hard not the follow the lantern light. But, all of this had nothing to do with the moment and the moment said that a young female winged wolf was approaching. So he figured it about time to open his eyes and find out everything he could not "see' with his other senses. She was young, as he'd thought, younger than him, young enough to be his daughter, had he ever had children. Which was a scary thought for the silver lord indeed, seeing as he was never a lover of pups and he didn't see himself as deserving love that such a family required. Her coat was simple and pleasing to view, the asymmetry of her black and white ears causing the male to quirk a smile. Her eyes were striking, a crystalline blue that offset her white face. The look of innocence, of a pup was hard not to notice. Yet what irked him was why she was here. She was young, likely just able to be way from her mother, if barely. But how one such as herself should end up here, of all places... It was a question that provoked the same sort of answers as asking why he was here. These ruins were a place of humans, why animals should want anything to do with them was unusual. The lord hoped that, unlike himself, the wretch was lost. And from the look she gave him, he was right. But her look of slight fear or perhaps one would say intimidation, was troublesome. He did not deserve her acts of submission anymore that she deserved his. Not because he considered her or himself less, but because they didn't have any reason to submit to each other. Well, besides age, he had to add consciously. There was was point to her actions then, if uncommon in the chrome lord's sight. He rarely had to deal with the vulnerable, or youths such as this. But he had been taught how... Valan simply returned her look, silent, as if commanding her without words and rather with his intense cool grey irises to speak first, to introduce herself, if she wished to be accepted knowingly into his presence. So speaks the lord of the North Valan N. Antilles Images made by Keyva

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[marigo]

She found him strange, though she would never say it aloud. She just needed someone to help her find her pack or mother. And if she had neither, she could join a pack of her own. Marigo watched him a moment, afraid to speak. She didn’t remember when she had last spoken, truthfully. She didn’t remember anything. However, she was much more intrigued by the color of the great male wolf’s eyes. They were steel grey, the color of his wings, and they watched her fiercely. Feeling as though she was hypnotized by his eyes, she stared a moment, wondering if he recognized her. If she had ended up in this place, maybe then someone around here knew her?

The wolf blinked once, and Marigo was shaken from the trance the wolf’s grey eyes had put her in. She couldn’t decide if he was angry or trying to tell her something, but slowly, she lifted herself into a sitting position and she ruffled her wings slightly, feeling overwhelmed. Perhaps he was angry at her for intruding on his territory? Was this his territory? From the scent, she could tell he had been here a while, but it seemed as though he wasn’t very territorial. If anything, she was guessing he was just lounging here for a while. He was a loner.

Marigo opened her mouth to say something, but it seemed as though nothing would come out, so she shut it again, and shuffled around nervously. Her grip on the tree was becoming unsteady, and as she tried to get into a more comfortable position, her back paw slipped, and she plummeted.

Her wings automatically snapped open, and she flapped them a few painful times before landing on a different branch, one that was wider and more stable than the last, but still with a good view of the male wolf. She took a moment to glance at the blood drawn on her hind leg, licked it once and then looked back to the wolf, feeling embarrassed. He just kept staring at her. Now she let out an involuntary whimper, simply from the scare of nearly falling to her death and the fact that the wolf’s expression hadn’t changed.

Marigol stood, using her wounded leg tentatively, limping heavily. She shook her wings out, nearly causing her to fall again. She regained her balance and sat, studying the wolf again. The way he looked at her was so captivating she couldn’t seem to take her eyes away. To avoid being gazed into a trance again, she lowered her eyes and whispered, “Marigo…”

Her voice was still there, at least. She could speak. As she looked up, she realized the wolf hadn’t heard her, and she said in a timid voice, “I-I’m M-Marigo…” She didn’t enjoy how her voice sounded weak and terrified, but it reflected perfectly how she felt. With the blood now drying on her white fur, her wings missing several feathers from the fall and the loss of her memory, she wished she just had a nice warm place to curl up and sleep. She wished her belly was full, for she couldn’t remember the last time she had ever eaten. She knew she wasn’t good at hunting. She doubted she could catch a half-dead tortoise.

Marigo gave a soft whimper as the wolf said nothing at first, and she lowered herself again, wondering if he just wished for more submission. She didn’t mind, really. She was glad to submit to other wolves, it made her feel like they wouldn’t hurt her, simply because there was no reason to. She knew she wasn’t strong, she knew she couldn’t fight, so she simply decided to let any others ridicule her and tease and taunt her until she didn’t have any self-confidence left inside of her. She doubted everything she did, everything she said. She didn’t find herself beautiful in any way, and for some reason, she saw anything and everything as her fault, even if it obviously wasn’t. Marigo was disappointed with herself, seeming so weak and powerless in this wolf’s eyes. For some reason, she wished to impress him, and to do so, she decided to take a leap of faith and be a little outgoing for once.

She limped forward to the edge of the branch and leapt, spreading out her wings but not using them to fly, only to glide. She tumbled through the window the wolf was looking out of and onto the stone floor behind him, a mess of feathers and fur. Whimpering as her leg stung and feeling even more embarrassed than before, she decided to introduce herself again, as the wolf hadn’t said anything. “I’m Marigo,” She said quietly, her ears down submissively. “M-May I stay w-with y-you? I d-don’t have a-anywhere else t-to go.”

She looked up at the wolf, her cobalt blue eyes wide and begging, her ears tucked back against her head and her wings in a mess at her sides. Her wounded leg stayed stretched out beside her as she pushed herself up with her two front paws. She waited for an answer from the silent wolf.

[Eruyt]

Wandering.. wandering.. always with the wandering..

Eruyt found it difficult to stay put. She felt it went against her very nature to do so.

... She was born with wings for a reason, after all.

However, she wasn't making much use of them as she padded along with her nose to the earth. Something small and scrumptious had scurried into these parts and she intended to locate it. It was her own fault, really. Her tendency to toy with prey left her going hungry more often than she would care to admit, but she certainly wasn't complaining about the places these chases had brought her.

Eruyt paused mid-stride, one foreleg tensed as she held it just off the ground. Her ear twitched and she glanced sidelong at the slight rustling to her left, a sly grin slowly appearing on her muzzle. Setting the paw down soundlessly, she extended her claws to their fullest, feeling the dirt beneath her pads, rolling the muscles in her shoulders as she prepared to pounce..

That is, until a sound nearby frightened her prey back into its burrow. The smug look on her face died away at once, and she huffed with irritation as she turned toward the source. Lifting her nose into the slight breeze, she realized only then that she wasn't alone. Ears perking and her tail giving the slightest wag, she trotted off towards where the scent seemed to be the strongest, happily trilling to herself like a sparrow.

Others were good, yes. That would give her something to do. Something that might take her mind off the gnawing in her gut for the moment.

[Valan]

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[atrb=background] He flinched faintly as she fell, relief flooded as she caught herself, uncomfortable detachment building as she flew into the window. His first focus was whether she was injured badly, but it was a relatively minor cut, simply in need of being kept clean. A service he would of course offer, especially considering her begging, though it was unneeded, Valan was beginning to realize that was her character. Depressing. A sudden urge erupted in him, a smooth yet strong monster that he hadn't known existed, a being tugging him toward this small youth, an emotion or eager protection, stronger even than the will with which he served his Guarded. The internal beast commanded he care for this female, but he didn't wish to. Yet, all the resisting he forced back was re-doubted as paternal instinct that he hadn't thought he possessed. "You may. I'm Valan." He wondered if that answer was something he would not regret, then decided it wouldn't matter. The silver lord felt a wall snap inside his chest, a thin barrier that hadn't been put up by him, just he'd never been taken down. With her terrifying words of seeking a place to stay and asking him of all beings... It was paternal care and dare he say it love, that he cough up his last meal, only a couple hours old. And while the notion disgusted him, there was little prey nearby, most animals smart enough to avoid the ruins. But as he sacrificed this meal to her, coughing it up on the flagstones, he wondered if she would even want to accept it, stranger that he was. "Here." And then the arrival of another female. This one older, by her look, glancing out the window again at her glowing white fur, a tad silvery every so often, the tricks of light bothering him inwardly. And this lady had a hungry look about her as well, the silvery lord thought, looking down on her from the story above. He wondered yet again why it was always with the females, yet supposed it best not to question God on thais one thing. "Hello," he said, taking the initiative he had given up with Marigo. So speaks the lord of the North Valan N. Antilles [Ooc: sorry, dying muse...^^] Images made by Keyva

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[marigo]

Marigo’s tail shot up and tore through the air in delight. Valan was going to care for her? She was shocked when he gave up his meal for her. Sure, she was hungry, and it might had shown on her thin frame and he could have even heard her stomach roaring at her, but she had never expected him to cough up a meal like a father would. There was simply gentleness in his eyes now, and she slowly limped forward, her leg still bleeding, and she settled herself down beside him, nibbling at the food. It was enjoyable, for she was still young enough to have a sweet tooth for this kind of thing. Valan watched her, and Marigo kept her eyes down, wondering what he was thinking.

“Hello,” Valan speaking made her look up, and with the eagerness of a young pup just fed, she bounced up onto her hind legs and settled her front paws on the window sill, looking down into the dead forest with bright eyes, her tail swishing through the air. She saw a female wolf with white fur, and she looked quite hungry, maybe even hungrier than Marigo was. She had wings too!

Marigo sat and looked at Valan now. He glanced at her, and then turned his eyes back to the silver wolf. Her tail started wagging as she realized he had accepted her, and happiness showed in her eyes once more, though her leg still hurt. Her stomach was full now, though, given up graciously by Valan, and now she wondered if he was hungry. She watched him for a moment, and then the white wolf, and then she lie down beside him again, almost close enough for their fur to be touching. She was actually fighting the instinct to curl up right beside him, for all wolves seek comfort, and Marigo found hers in staying nuzzled up against another. They shared warmth and strength, and it made her feel safe.

She knew Valan was going to do something about this new wolf, she just wasn’t sure what. Or maybe this new wolf would do something about Valan. Maybe the female would continue on her way and ignore the greeting. There were so many possibilities, and each one rushed through Marigo’s head, for adrenaline and joy made her hyper. She wanted to fly, and her wings twitched to show it. With her heart beating faster, her leg had started to bleed again, even worse than before, but she didn’t have the sense to clean it yet.

She stood again, restless. Her leg stung, and she sat, muttering, “Ow…” Rustling her wings around, she peeked out the window again at the white wolf, who had stopped and was looking up at them. “Hi!” She called down to her.

[Eruyt]

Her nose giving a twitch, Eruyt caught the scent of the male's offering at once, before she even realized what he'd done. She tilted her head again, thinking.

He is the caretaker then? And the other is.. inept? No, no, no.. that's wrong. Inexperienced! Yes! That's the word.. inexperienced. Maybe they're related? Or.. nah, that would be strang-- oh! They're looking at--

"Ah... hey." Eruyt looked between them with a friendly expression, sitting down. "Nice.. thing.. you've got going here." She bobbed her head in something like a nod, continuing to peer at them intently. The thought that that might be uncomfortable for the others didn't seem to ever cross her mind.

[Valan]

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[atrb=background] It finally occurred to the lord to consider what the hell he was supposed to do with a creature like Marigo. He considered that perhaps he should take care of her, seeing as she was young and alone, but she might have family living elsewhere and should return to them. He had also considered leaving her here, once a proper exit could be made. And yet, to abandon something so innocent...it went against who he was, deep down. Damn it, why did he have to have morals and then a front for his morals? And why was it that he displayed the bad as the front? Should the silver lord not wish to hide such acknowledgments? Perhaps not. But he had never shelter a dependent before. So while there was no question of leaving her alone, there were many question about what in Luna's name he should do. On second thought, before he made a decision, he should ask her, thereby clearing up a few of those questions. He stretched himself back out on the window sill and posed his question softly as she finished eating. "Do you have parents?" Blunt, some would say, but that was what he needed and answer to. Besides, he would ask for whatever else he needed. Glancing out the window and down below again, the other female seemed to have realized she was a star. Valan laid his head on his paws, noticing, but not really caring as Marigo planted her forelegs on the sill beside him, then jumped back. He instinctively eyed her quick movements warily, then decided she was simply high strung and put his head back on his paws with the faintest roll of his eyes at her complaint of pain. "You'll want to clean that," he said, and while worded like a suggestion, his tone of voice said otherwise. It also gave the idea that, if she didn't clean it herself, he would do it for her. But then he focused back on the female outside again. He cocked his head on his paws at her use of the word "thing." From a level below, how could she even begin to guess what was going on? That must have been why she used the word "thing." Apparently, the thoughts running through this wolf's mind were not flattering to him. If she thought he was the...parent, of this youth... Not that he disliked Marigo, but still, he was not a wolf to have children with him. Or have them with others even. "You've no other words besides 'thing?'" So speaks the lord of the North Valan N. Antilles Images made by Keyva

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[marigo]

“Do you have parents?”

The question stirred her on, making her nervous. How was she to explain to him that she didn’t know if she had parents? That she had no memory of anything? Could she just lie and say ‘no’? The thought was quickly wiped from her mind as she saw Valan watching her expectantly. “I…” She began. “I mean, I… I have… Had… Um…” She paused. “I don’t want to talk about it,” She finished, pouting a bit.

Then as she bounced around at her excitement of the new wolf and she proclaimed the pain that shot through her leg, she looked reproachfully at Valan as he suggested she clean it. Truthfully speaking, she didn’t know how to clean a wound. She was afraid she would hurt herself. If Valan hurt her, though, she wouldn’t care. He would be cleaning off the pain, and a little bit of stinging was a small price to pay for getting accepted by this godly wolf. He was practically an idol in her eyes now, and she was willing to obey every word he said.

Marigo didn’t remember any other wolves in her life besides Valan, hence why she clung to him so dutifully. He was all she had, the first wolf she knew in her new memory. She was truthfully terrified at the thought of leaving the safety of his overpowering prescence.

Marigo settled on sitting on the window sill, watching the new wolf with a perked-up ear and tilted head. The adorable innocence of her face could just make someone’s heart shrivel up and die.

“Valan,” Marigo said quietly. “My leg’s really startin’ to hurt.”
The blood had kept coming, and by now it was clearly realized that it wasn’t just a minor scratch but a deep cut, and as her leg throbbed Marigo whimpered, and lay her body down on the window sill and laid her ears back, begging. She didn’t know how to clean her own leg.

Marigo wanted Valan to do it anyway.

[rochelle]

[bg=999999][atrb=width,485px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true] --------------------------------------------------------- »»» Thick coal black wings carried the feminine body of Rochelle, the sounds of flapping thudded loudly in the sky. The day was warm and bright, the sun's rays danced happily along the sides of her wings. Silvery eyes caressed the the scenery below as she flew over the ancient ruins, the scent of more winged wolfs seemed to grab a hold of her nose. With one strong flap of her wings; she made a free fall drop towards the ground. This resulted her in landing on her white paws with a slight thud. Folding those black wings onto her back, she leaned down to the ground. Rochelle sniffed the ground vigorously until the scent of the wolves had slipped into her nostrils, with a slight smirk, she took off at a fast run. »»» Wings out stretched, she thudded across the ground. Her wings flapped a bit, giving her more speed as she ran. Old stone paths lay everywhere, and old ancient building stood tall yet old. Her white paws carried her over the paths, her claws clicked against the old cracked stone until she came to a halt and another old ruin building. Rochelle could easily detect the scent of two females, and one male. She was getting closer. Once more, the arctic wolf lowered her head to the ground; taking in a few more whiffs before padding slowly along the path. Her white tail lashed back and forth with excitement, her silvery eyes were filled to the brim with cat like curiosity. »»» Her keen ears twitched with sound of voices, the noise seemed to be coming from, yet another ruin building. The old windows had been bashed open, with a flap of her wings she went sailing into the window before skidding to a stop. Rochelle lowered herself to the stone floor, she had obviously intruded upon something and she felt a bit embarrassed. 'Oh. Forgive my intrusion' She flashed each winged wolf a sincere grin. Silvery eyes fell upon the male and the smaller female, Rochelle seemed quiet interested in them. She then looked over at the other female, sporting a small but friendly grin, then set her eyes once more on the male and smaller female wolf. She then took a seat at a comfortable distance from the others. Those silvery eyes of her beamed at each wolf, and she pushed her white ears forward.

[Eruyt]

"Uh-huh.. 'thing'. What else should I call it, hmm?" Eruyt craned her neck, her blue eyes almost crossing as she peered up at them expectantly. This was all very fine and interesting until yet another wolf went streaking past overhead and into the window with the others.

A friend of the others, perhaps? It seemed odd that someone would just.. invite themselves into the building with them otherwise. Odder still was the presence of so many in this area, but at the moment she wasn't considering that.

She stood up, giving her silvery coat a quick shake. "Your 'thing' looks fun either way. More are coming in to see it!"

[Valan]

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[atrb=background] "You mean," he interjected with a soft sigh, his words irked, but not openly so, "that you do not know." But this verbiage caused him pause, for knowing did not constitute a reason for not talking about it. Had she spoke any words of animosity, or even had a look of hatred or fear crossed her face, the chrome lord might has guessed that, while she had parents, she did not like them. But none of these cues had appeared to him. Neither had she broken into the least of tears, as one might had they loved they parents, yet were now orphaned. True, she had pouted, but any sulking child who wanted to get their way pouted, especially about questions they did not know how to answer. However, because she was here, without her parents, did not seem to have hated them, and was not depressed about losing them, he could only guess that she not only did not know, but did not remember. So he changed his wording, after thought this over in a couple seconds. "Or that you do not remember." But then, she was alive and had been born, so of course she had parents. He supposed that by not quipping at him this answer, that it reinforced her not remembering. The lord's cool grey eyes stared through the youths, seeing her, but not seeing her, registering that she was there, locking onto her own eyes despite not locking onto her. He wasn't looking beyond her, not in the way one does when they think a long time about something, but instead in the way one might imagine another would when they mean to show that they do not acknowledge another's words. It was not that he did not clearly understand her meaning, but rather that he had and wished nothing to do with it. Cleaning her wounds did not appeal to him, firstly, because he did not care so much as to do something so trivial. Secondly, he did not care so much as to do something so easily managed by herself. Thirdly, he did care so much to consider it her best interests to learn herself. And so he said so. Or at least, said that he would not clean it for her, leaving off the explanation that was unneeded. "But," he added, eventually, grudgingly. "I might instruct you." That is, he would, if she asked nicely. And if that other female continued to not give him any bad gut feelings or make any sudden motions. He considered inviting her up here, to keep an eye on her, but the abrupt tattoo of harsh wing beats, of a wolf experienced at flight but not yet perfectly master of the act of slighter wing motion, filled the air from the open stone window and as Valan rose to his feet, crouching on the silt and careful of his balance, what appeared to be a small, self contained avalanche shot through the window above his and Marigo's heads. The lord of the North caught himself from ducking, fore by then it was too late for him to have done so anyway. He grimaced, catching a whiff of the avalanches gender and not surprised to be witness to the third female of the last half hour. Yet despite knowing her to be female, her entrance had not gone well with the male and he did not refrain from lowering his head and flashing his fangs at her a brief instant (for it was not to be rude but simply to show her his displeasure and nothing more), then seated himself to face her, rustling his silver wings and supplying a meaningful look of dominance. He was supposed to be protecting the minor with him, was he not? Best to fulfill his paternal role somehow. It also occurred to him it would be better served, those paternal behaviors, if he could keep an eye on both older females all at once. Twisting his head and neck, he cast grey eyes out at the white wolf on the lawn of the castle-like ruins. "Thanks for not inviting yourself in." It was a flat reply. But it held more meaning than some might pick out. In the very least, it was a standing order on how he liked his guests. But more importantly, or less, depending on who's side of it one was one, it was an invitation from himself that she could join them, should she wish. And there he could give her a proper examination, just as he would give the more rash of the pair now. He looked back at the female, feeling cool enough after her entrance and feeling that she had had enough time to consider him before allowing her his attention. The chrome lord picked up and cast aside her white fur with his eyes. She would soon learn she was by far not important with a color like that. She was beautiful, not a question or an answer, yet so was the female outside. Even the pup here was adorable. But absolutely none of then were his taste. And that verb was singular for a reason. He discarded her voice, friendly though he recalled it, she had not spoken enough for him to pick up on anything. Her silver eyes, on the other hand, were harder to dismiss, so he decided not too, keeping them in his own cool gaze as he spoke to her, not a reply, but a new conversation. "One must make it a habit to intrude, if they determine they must apologize." So speaks the lord of the North Valan N. Antilles [ooc:I'll be gone tomorrow for a week, so enjoy the extra long post and I'll reply as soon as i can afterward!] Images made by Keyva

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[marigo]

Marigo felt herself cowering under his cool gaze. She stammered, uncertain how to respond. “I…” She paused, and then whimpered, suddenly looking like a newborn, terrified of his reaction, that he’d kick her away like dirt. “I don’t remember anything… I w-woke up here… And th-then I saw you… And I didn’t know what else to do… I was afraid.”

He kept on staring at her. She couldn’t seem to break his gaze, those steely grey wings arched over his head like some dark angel’s. Then Valan offered to show her how to clean her wounds. “Yes, please…” She said quietly. “I d-don’t know how…” The happy, energetic pup that had been alive seconds ago was now gone, shriveled up into this little ball of bleeding fur, whimpering because of the humiliation. Perhaps he didn’t like her… Maybe that’s why she couldn’t remember anything, no one had liked her in her old pack so they had simply dumped her here. The thoughts she had been holding back ever since she had woken suddenly came rushing in, and she whimpered, lowering her head to the ground.

She wasn’t wanted. She wasn’t loved. They had dumped her here. They had forgotten her here. No one wanted her. Valan was just being nice because she was a pup.

‘No,’ She thought firmly to herself. ‘No…’ She looked up at Valan, who had stood up, looking out the window with his ears perked and whole body tensed. Without any warning for Marigo, a feathery mess came shooting through the window, much more graceful than Marigo’s own entrance. As the wolf rose, unfolding her massive black wings, Marigo suddenly felt fear. Her heart began to pound, so loud the other wolves might have been able to hear it. Instinctively, Marigo leapt behind Valan as the male wolf fluffed up his wings and gave a snarl at the female winged wolf. When he sat to face her, Marigo came closer to him, pressing close into his fur. It was the first time she had really been this close to him, but she liked the soft feel of his fur and the warmth that came from him. Still frightened, she stayed there, whimpering softly from the scare.

Marigo didn’t pay much attention to the conversation that ensued. She was just watching this white wolf with black wings, staring at her with her own piercing blue eyes, thinking she’d seen her somewhere. But no… Perhaps it was just false hope that was given. Valan hadn’t pushed her away from him yet, or even moved away, so she gladly became quiet at his side, simply peering shyly at the female wolf through Valan’s fur.

[rochelle]

[bg=DDDDDD][atrb=width,485px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true] --------------------------------------------------------- »»» Running her tongue across her fangs she looked over at Eruyt, she narrowed her eyes a bit. The female seemed to be talking about the pup huddled under the male, Rochelle couldn't help but roll her eyes at the female. ' Your not too bright are you...' She stated furrowing her eyebrows. Silver eyes were firm as she stared at Eruyt, ' It's obviously a pup ' The she-wolf said. Normally Rochelle wasn't so shot-tempered but idiocy was something that irked her the most. she shrugged off the female comments towards the males pup . That is if the pup had belonged to him. But she still smiled at her, her tail had lashed a bit in a wag as she gave the pup eye contact. ' I don't bite ' Her voice was soothing, like a young mother who had saw her pups for the first time. Rochelle was usually known as the motherly type, often watching pups. Her silver eyes rose to meet the male, not much of a blank look. More like a sincere and welcoming glance. "Thanks for not inviting yourself in." »»» Rochelle smirked at his sarcastic comment, 'A sarcastic one, remind me of my own humor sometimes Her voice had a bit of humor mixed in it. The she wolf before him didn't mind his way of speaking, she found herself almost chuckling at his dull statement. Tucking her wings gracefully against her white back, her tail had slowly coiled around her curvaceous frame. Her silver eyes caught his as he parted his lips to speak once more. She jerked her white ears forward. "One must make it a habit to intrude, if they determine they must apologize." »»» After a moment, she shook her wings a bit then sat on her haunches in front of the male. She listened to his statement, for some reason she couldn't quite understand his exact meaning. Embarrassing it was, but she made an effort to reply. ' I don't entirely understand what you mean ' She started, her eyes were filled to the brim with cat like curiosity. 00C-- See you when you come back ^^