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Joined: Oct 2007 Gender: Female  Posts: 98 Karma: 1 |  | [open] .Howling for Mercy. « Thread Started on Jan 25, 2008, 11:21am » | |
.Niomi. Mood: Content Status: Finished
Lean yet mascular physique ambled over the terrain of lush greenery as auditories twitched to the sound of a river near by. These lands were that owned by the lone dames of these realms and sadly enough I was one of them. I was cursed alone due to the departure or Black Razor and myself. Funny enough we had crossed one anothers' paths on my arrival to this place and our words were hardly anything useful. All I gathered was that the male was uncaring to the situation that he had lost me as a mate. I was a loyal and honorable lass to say the least, one most would enjoy the company of and yet this fool let me lose on my own to be wondering the realms without a pack. My goal now was to find someone worthy enough to claim my heart, to claim me to their very side and help raise that of a pack. Pups? Of course. They were a must have in my future, although whether near future or late I couldn't tell. It would all depend on the brute whom choose me as his companion and mate.
Slowly I began to search for a place to rest and alas one came before me below a large oak tree. Its needle like leaves upon the mother earth and I laid upon them with slight discomfort. Yet the shade was peaceful away from the harmful rays of the sun which once beat at my back. Cranium remained standing tall as I laid there, tassel wrapped around unflexed haunches. I had no need to be tense nor fearing anything as this place was a realm of peacefulness, although verbal quarrels could I was sure, break lose. Yet if anyone approached today I was sure my atttitude wouldn't be stale in the least. I was content with life, content with the world around me although would be more with glee if only a mate would come forth. I guess I was one hopeless romantic lupe, searching for the love that I do deserve. Yet I had standards, standards in which the opposing one would need to meet. Such as a hostile nature, cunning lyrics, and intelligence. That was all important to me. I liked one who put forth their aggressive behavior to prove they were no weak minded dark but a true one. Although they also must be able to lighten up at moments.
Save me from this boredom. Vocals stated bluntly to no one in the least. Boredom was sinking in, I hadn't exactly paid enough attention to notice until my thoughts wore thin. I was running out of things to think about only because nothing interesting seemed to happen anymore. All I could hope for at the moment was for some lupe male to come forth and strike up conversation with me to end this seeemingly longing boredom.
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Joined: Jan 2008 Posts: 11 Karma: 0 |  | Re: [open] .Howling for Mercy. « Reply #1 on Jan 26, 2008, 10:29pm » | |
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What in the devil was he doing here? What purpose, what business did the masculine have that could ever draw him so close to such a dreary place? Perhaps it was sheer loneliness or boredom, or just his naturally inquisitive nature? Alas what did it matter anyway? So many questions that needed answers and would he give them? I should think not. The masculine padded across the grounds, limbs already protesting the movement, his acoustics flattened atop the roof of his skull. Makario was back in action, dear and that was certainly something to be happy about. But this boy was never happy anymore seeing as one thing after another had led to more turmoil than ever thought possible. Yes his life had become a living hell, the fire of overshadowing darkness licking greedily at his pelt every moment of every day until there was no end. It had almost driven him insane, but wait wasn’t he already such?
The wind ruffled the male’s coat, sending a bitter shiver down his spinal region. Blast it, this cold. It was getting colder despite the point of the sun and being placed in the shadows was not exactly a help either. Animals had started disappearing, tucked away in little hovels for the remainder of winter. It was a hard time to be a wolven, and Makario was getting on the trim side. His cranium lowered to the earth, as he sniffed like a filthy mongrel for something substantial. Oh wait, he was a filthy mongrel. But then he quickly raised it taking an incentive toward the left. He always seemed to drift more to his left; perhaps it was the darkness in that eye that caused him so. Occuli shifted across the topography as a somewhat familiar sound reached his ears. A voice? Acoustics lifted to their full potential, taking it in. Something about boredom it seemed. The masculine chuckled, as the structure of the voice seemed feminine.
“Save you? I must say that sounds like a light if I have ever heard one.” He crept closer, kissers parting to let his enamels click in his tone. Soon he could see the paramour nestled in her little makeshift pallet. Haunches lowered, neither threatened nor intrigued particularly by this one. It was more of a chance, but something struck him. “Say. Do I know you?” He questioned, a familiar sort game catching his attention.
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Joined: Oct 2007 Gender: Female  Posts: 98 Karma: 1 |  | Re: [open] .Howling for Mercy. « Reply #2 on Jan 27, 2008, 9:28pm » | |
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The bitch within me wasn't about to stand for the annoyance of being called a light. I hated that line so dearly as I used it to pester others. It honestly was one word that crawled below my pelt and carapace, surged me with annoyance and rage all at one measly moment. So hearing such a word from a brute's maw brought my physique up against the geography it once laid upon. And there sat a rather handsome appearing brute with his strengthened embodiment and silk like peltage. He was some sight yet all the same not enough to hold my interest completely. To do that was a very hard thing, to have me completely one hundred percent interested would take quite a lot of effort and I doubt the male had time nor patience for that, for me. Most couldn't handle a dame like me with my behavior and habits. No, and also not with the virus running through my vital fluids.
Thoughts of Kiko, my sister, flooded forth but I pushed them away as brain pad searched for lyrics to this opposing lupe. Alas here they came, witty enough yet all the same not the best that I could do, If I ever knew you, you obviously weren't interesting enough to keep me remembering you. Vocals stated rather bluntly. Although it were the truth. Obviously this male wasn't as great as he may of thought himself to be only because if he were truly grand I'd be able to recall his facade. Yet this appeared to be our first meeting, or so it felt. And if you're going to insult me, find something more creative dear. Lyrics then crooned audibly, a sly smirk ended up upon my wolven facade. I hadn't taunted anyone in quite some time so this was rather refreshing to me. Although hardly considered insults, I could say far worse, but I was holding back for the moment.
Physique became restless once more and shifted, sitting with rump bound to the flooring of mother earth. My talons gripped the sodden world as tassel curled around my hocks. Brawn remained untensed, no need to feel overly hostile at the moment. I then realized that no name had come of this brute and perhaps if one came about I may reconize him. I started with my own, feeling it would bring out his in return. Niomi, my name. Lyrics stated and cranium nodded as if to aknowledge this. I ask the same of you, your name. I then stated bluntly, facade pallid with no emotions filtering through me but annoyance, due to this male using lame insults. I was easily annoyed, god, yes I was.
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Joined: Jan 2008 Posts: 11 Karma: 0 |  | Re: [open] .Howling for Mercy. « Reply #3 on Jan 28, 2008, 3:18pm » | |
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A thought occurred to him as the paramour spoke, a thought of absolutely no relation to their current subject. He was thinking of something along the lines of the past, of his first months among the area strangely not too far from where they sat today. Snapping back to slightly better attention the masculine tilted his cranium sideways as she spoke of better insults or something to that effect. Occuli gazed drearily at the femme, neither enraptured nor disinterested in her. She was sleek, and her grey alabaster coat suited her quite well. A perfect image of what a paramour should be except that smart little trap, but that was well enough.
He liked to have someone to bash minds with. And so that led to the names. He wasn’t exactly one for chivalry, as it seemed he didn’t care for introductions. The strange nigrescent listened as attentively as managed, as he plopped somewhat heavily onto his side in relaxation. He seemed to be taking a lot of risks, his throat being exposed as he stretched lazily before getting back to a sitting position.
But something about her name. Niomi. Where had he…? Wait! Acoustics flickered more attentively as she asked of his own. Right lantern glinted momentarily and died as recognition did not occur to her at the same moment as he. It was his companion, the femme who had trespassed without fear onto his land, the one he had seemingly aligned with. Niomi, the strange exotic and beautiful though he wouldn’t tell her. His chain wavered in the dirt rapidly, a grin stretching onto his fascade.
“Say it isn’t so?” He spoke excitedly as allowed, seeing his old friend was a comfort, almost making his months of tortured confinement a dream.. “Niomi, tell me that you don’t know who I am.” His occuli peered questioningly as he got to his padders. “It’s Makario.” The masculine edged forward ignorant of any danger that might be present. He was incredibly stupid, but seeing Niomi made him feel slightly less depressed. I wouldn't be surprised if Niomi lunged taking his fowarding as a threat.
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