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Post by FlightWorks on Feb 10, 2010 16:35:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/inarisbg.gif] The snow on the earth felt like a cold tomb, enveloping like a prison.
Ghostly breezes teased the dead branches; gathered snow would fall upon the unsuspecting passerby or resonate soundlessly as it slapped the ground from above when no one was around to be harmed. The weak sun rested gently in shapeless clouds, finally thinning against the horizon to convey to those weary of the snowfall, that there would be no more storms this day. It came as a great relief to the wolf that prowled in the dead silence, head down, and eyes forward with unblinking stare guarded despite the lack of other entities around. It were almost as if he expected things to rise from the snow banks and assail his - he wouldn't be nearly as surprised if something of that nature were to occur. One could never be certain of those things.
The thin trail along the forested route gave way to the borders which were riddled with hundreds of old tracks from previous trips down an alike road, motives may have differed but the destination was clearly the same. The tracks in the snow had widened from the slight temperature rise, and dead leaves showed boldly in patches where snow had been cleared from journeying paws. He blinked and reopened his eyes again, only to be confronted with the same image he had been trying to forget. The terrain enveloped him in pale ivory, obstructing anything not of the dove color from sight. Small unique flakes cascaded in downward spirals, and melted into the fur of his body or were tossed back to the wind as he ran.
Every hair gliding weightlessly and it felt as if he were floating in heavenly waters as he jumped through the air. However, the gnawing cold kept his securely fastened to the stake, which was reality. His forepaws were held tightly to his chest, while his back legs were strung out backward. His tail was flowing behind his like a trail of flaxen smoke, and his coat thrashed wildly in flight.
Inari had no where to be, no obligations of which he need adhere to or individuals he was inclined to assist; he had already ensured his workload was minimal if that. A vagabond like himself was free to go where his paws caught the wind and his body bristled as the elements chased him. They christened this freedom, what a mockery that term was - the concept itself breeched by the binds that were tightening around them with every breath, every heartbeat.
Freedom, the notion of being unhindered or oppressed was a mad wolf's pipe dream passed through the turnpike of generations; it did not exist for the roving or for their aligned kindred. There was always an entity, mortal or deity it mattered not, that governed their existence. Never truly enslaved, never completely liberated they were lost in a cruel game of out-run the reaper a game they'd never win. Even the saintly beast knew this much. But that didn't mean he could not spread cheer to lands that had none.
Earthy. green toned eyes stung with wonder for the new development as he registered the world as a blur, the whites, grays and subtle shadowed azures blended with one another until he might as well be running in the sky for all he could tell. Inari at present was galloping through the barren plains with no purpose to his rampant progression. Hunger berated him; the instinct the hunt ignored by the brain too powerful to heed its call as of yet. Time escaped his; not that it was his to manipulate. He moved simply for the sake of motion, adrenaline pumping through her veins until they burned like liquid fire was a drug he'd come to thrive on. He was a junky for one of the bodies’ natural chemical imbalances now infecting the wolf like a virus.
His paws cadence succession stopped as he brought herself to semi-halt before dropping his body to the ground. From afar it almost looked as if he'd be shot dead in his tracks as he slammed into the snow causing a plume of white to rise around the brown male's form.
Sprawled on his stomach he let his body carry itself to its side, one eye all but buried in his snow bed as the other glanced wearily into the sky. "Man, what's a guy gotta do to get an elk around here..." He grumbled testily, despite the lovely run and his natural endurance, it had still been nearly four days since he'd managed to acquire something that wasn't already dead and picked clean by scanvengers. That or ravaged by a pack.
A pout forming on the amber cherubs stout muzzle he expelled awarm breath which instantly produced a small puddled to melted snow to run across his black nose.
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Post by n i a ! on Feb 10, 2010 18:52:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/annabg.gif]The sun began to creep above the horizon, lighting the snow covered ground perfectly. The individual specks of snow flakes shone brilliantly in the sunlight. The snow continued to fall at a soft pace after it had snowed violently the night before. The sky was almost completely clear, minus a few snow clouds here and there, which meant that the unique snowflakes would stop falling sometime during the day. It was rather chilly outside, a slight wind blew, blowing the individual strands of the alphess's fur. The ivory dame was fast asleep on the snow covered ground, the snowflakes that fell onto her fur disappeared, immediately blending in with the color of her pelt. The alphess's pale blue eyes slowly blinked open, awakening from her good nights sleep. She felt cold immediately upon waking up, her whole body felt chilled to the bone, but she just groaned, being annoyed by the cold. Most wolves wouldn't be so annoyed, but Belle was because her thin layer of fur doesn't allow her to maintain heat during cold weather like this. After she got done complaining in her mind about the cold, she got up slowly, being ever so careful to not pull any of her delicate muscles that had become stiff over night. Once she was up on all fours, she carefully stretched out all of her muscles, being sure to not miss a single muscle. Once she was done stretching, and back in a comfortable standing position, she shook all of the snow off of her snowy colored pelt, not liking the dampness on her fur, making her colder then she needed to feel. Once she got as much as the snow off as her as she could, she set out on a small trot, beginning her patrol of her lands. Oh how she couldn't wait for spring to begin.
Annabelle's first destination for her patrol would be the Kazimir Borders. The borders are the most likely place for someone to try and intrude. This was her first patrol of her lands, and truth be told, she was actually pretty pumped for it. After how hard she tried to be alphess material as a pup, she finally was alphess material, and was ruling the great pack of Kazimir in the lands of Moonlight Wolves. This what she always wished for, and she finally got her wish. A smile crept onto her maw as she thought about how proud she was of herself. She honestly thought she would never become an alphess, but life is full of grand surprises. She continued at a steady trot, not really being in any rush, because if there was an intruder, she would eventually run into them, because intruders don't usually leave until they get what they came for, and they usually come to kill whoever is the ruling of the pack. The thought of getting killed by an intruder would have frightened her, but now since she was an alphess, it didn't bother her. To her, getting killed by an intruder was like part of the job, in a sick twisted way, and because of that, the thought of getting killed by an intruder didn't scare her, it would be just part of the job to her, like it probably was to any ruling wolf. Belle was nearing the borders when a scent caught her attention. The scent was coming from the borders, so she quickened her pace, as she headed to find out who the scent belonged to, whether it be a wolf seeking acceptance, or an intruder.
It didn't take her long to reach where the wolf was located that scent belonged to. The male was earth colored, and had soft green eyes. He was laying in the snow, and was complaining about not finding any food. Why was he searching for food in her lands? Didn't he know that hunting in these lands was prohibited unless you were a member. Maybe he was a new comer to these lands and didn't know about the rules that she had layed down. Whatever the reason was, she would be sure to find out. She studied the male a bit more. He looked innocent, too innocent to me a mysterious, and he looked too innocent to be an intruder. She began to wonder why he was here then, but she didn't wonder too much because she knew that she could just simply find out what his purpose here was instead of wondering about it, so she approached him with her head held to show that she had power and was to recieve the upper most respect from this male. "Excuse me, but what is your purpose here in my lands of Kazimir," she asked sternly.
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Post by FlightWorks on Feb 11, 2010 9:25:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/inarisbg.gif]The russet form heaved air into his lungs, the cool gusts brought into his mouth quickly drying his tongue and sending an unwanted chill through his gums. Mouth opened in a slanted grin he listlessly glared into the graying stalks while his tongue danced out from the small dell in his jaw to taste the building snowfall and relish the cold it brought. In spite of the current weather conditions he was hot, a result likely from the still swimming adrenaline that combusted within his flowing cells and numbed him to the sensation he should be receiving. Instead he regarded the altered temperature with lust, drinking it in as if he were in a desert rather than at the snowy border of Kazimir with its dismal looking stalks flaked with frost and bent from moisture.
He was unfulfilled, the usual impassive temperate engulfed in inscrutable stoicism as he lay among the binds of winter with half his face compressed in the snow. The malcontent had always resonated in his heart but never so profusely as now. Inari couldn't identify the reason behind the elations abrupt up-tilt but it was now the only thing his mind would acknowledge as a worthy concept. It was really bothersome. When he wanted to focus his attentions on other elements of his lifestyle they were heavily burdened by the disgruntled feelings.
Inari's blatant negligence for his own well-being caught up with him in two ways. His first deserved punishment came in the form of cold shards embedding themselves into his skull. Each assaulting wave penetrated the protective film of his layered coat, shooting, with vexing accuracy, at his brain. Inari had essentially just discovered an alternative method of inducing brain freeze - which he was currently suffering from the unplanned experimentation. They were consistent, never-ending pricks of discomfort that finally made the wolf feel mildly annoyed enough to haul his torso to the right to take on an appropriate upright position. From his natural heat emission and being compressed between his body and the earth when he pulled up he tore up small hunks of clunky snow. These makeshift ornaments plucked out hairs and dangled from sodden strands until he shook away the icy projectiles which were gone in a flurry of hard hitting snowballs. With his scruff no longer an imitation of a Christmas tree the male turned his glowering gaze with lazy observation to the heavens with an expression that was suitably pensive.
"Excuse me, but what is your purpose here in my lands of Kazimir,"
Ah, his second punishment had arrived. It was a sharp inquiry that forced his ears to pivot, eyes revolved to the speaker, at their utterance. The tenor of the none too soft-spoken lyrics was female, his large eyes absorbing the pale contour approaching him. Inari was not such a youth that he was incapable of deciphering higher ranking wolves on sight, he may lack certain other essentials but he could do this much. All the same, his heart leapt into his throat, a stiffness overtaking the juvenile's body that restricted everything that didn't include the rudimentary passing of air. Even his thoughts were brought to an abrupt, screeching halt in their flow as he was confronted head on - an aggressive way to come at any wolf. Albeit the female's posture, though displaying dominance, was not hostile. It was merely innate, a response built with a conducing fear that produced his reaction to her. Instantly Inari's ears fell back, folding into the abundant fluff of his russet scruff and his head shifted an inch lower as he tried to remember crossing a border. How could he have missed such a crucial detail!
His lungs cramped in the low barrel of his chest as he tried to work up the nerve to say something and only coming out with a choked noise as he rolled slowly onto his back, presenting his belly. "Excuse me, I didn't realize I'd crossed into pack country. Don't be mad at me, K?" He muttered softly, for a wolf like him his voice seemed oddly suited. Upon a glance Inari looked large but only because of the heavy coat he bore. He was smaller than what was conveyed in appearance and where someone might expect him to be a baritone he was actually a cute counter tenor. "I really didn't know." He apologized sheepishly, avoiding eye contact as much as possible and finally resolving to simply close them.
"I kinda don't have a purpose that can be explained actually. I know that might sound weird but I just get these feelings sometimes and I just go with them. I don't really have any business here." He reopened his eyes, daring to meet the females ashen features with a worried expression dashed across his. "You're not gonna hit me are you?"
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Post by n i a ! on Feb 11, 2010 10:14:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/annabg.gif]The alphess watched as the male had came back into reality. He was immediately shock, or more so stunned, to see her. His ears immediately flattened, and that only meant one thing. He was a light, the wolves known to have a heart of gold, never causing any trouble, nor ever getting involved with any trouble. Belle was of the mysterious alliance which was like a cousin to both the light and dark alliances only because they inherited beliefs and traits from both of the alliances. Because she had traits of a light, she could almost place herself inside the intruders body, and feel what he felt. She could tell that he felt completely and utterly scared and intimidated. The fact that he felt intimidated almost made the alphess fall to the floor laughing, but she kept her composure. This male was twice the size of her, and he could easily kill her if he so desired to, so she should be intimidated by him, and not the other way around. But because nature was sick and twisted, he was the one who felt intimidated, which made Annabelle feel bad, yet glad at the same time. She felt glad that she appeared to be intimidating despite her small size, and that's how ruling wolves were suppose to be like, but she felt bad on the other hand because she could tell that he didn't know that he had crossed into her lands. She kept an emotionless look on her maw though as she waited for him to speak.
When he finally spoke, he made sure not to make eye contact. He told her that he didn't though that he had crossed into a pack's territory, which was a believable story because the snow tends to cover up where and wolf would make their mark as a sign of possession. The wolf's tenor voice fell quite once again once he was finished speaking. He remained almost completely still, except for the up and down movement of his chest as he breathed. He was still in shock, and seemed like he didn't know what to do. Belle decided to have some mercy towards this fellow, because she knew he was innocent, but she still had to be stern because she couldn't fully let her guard down, or it would become a bad habit. She decided to reply to him, a bit more softer in her voice than before. "I can see that you are telling the truth. My name is Annabelle, and I rule these lands known as Kazimir. You are currently located in it's borders where wolves come to seek acceptance into my pack, but I know you weren't seeking acceptance, you were just seeking out food. Hunting in my pack is prohibited unless you are a member, but I will let you slide on this one," she said in a somewhat softer voice. She fell quiet, letting silence come in between them, as she waited to see if this male had anything else to say.
The silence continued to linger between them as they kept quiet. The male still refused to make eye contact with her, telling her that he was still in shock. She decided that she would let the silence linger some more, because she was actually enjoying it somewhat. She took this time of silence to marvel at the individual snowflakes that were still falling from the sky. She made sure that she was still aware of what was going on, not letting her guard down, but she let the rest of her mind to wonder off about the beauty of the snowflakes. She snapped back completely into reality as soon as the tenor voice began to sound. He just simply said that he really didn't know, once again avoiding contact, then finally closing his eyes. She began to feel really bad for this male, because she knew that the apology that he just gave her was sincere, and yet he was still scared out of his mind. She decided that she would reply to his apology, hoping that he would relax a little, since there was no need of being all tense now. "It's okay, really," she replied in a somewhat soft voice.
Silence began to linger between them again, as all fell silent. It wasn't long before it was broke again, and to Belle's surprise, it was the male who broke the silence, hopefully she was beginning to ease up. He began to try and explain why he was here, though he really didn't have a purpose. He just had a feeling in his gut that told him to come here, and the alphess understood completely, because it was that same feeling that brought her here. She nodded, as a gesture of being understanding. She was surprised to see him open his eyes, and make eye contact with her. His eyes were full of innocence, making Belle feel worse, an alphess shouldn't feel bad for an intruder, but she had a feeling in her gut that told her that there was some kind of connection already forming between them, and that was when she let her guard fully down. Now she wasn't as much as an alphess, but a normal wolf. The next words to come out of his mouth were him questioning whether or not she was going to hit him. She began to laugh, but gathered up herself enough to reply."You know what, I like you, and no I am not going to hit you. What's your name, and just call me Belle. If you're still hungry, you can go hunting with me, and I will assure you that we will find some elk," she said kindly.
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Post by FlightWorks on Feb 11, 2010 11:19:17 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/inarisbg.gif]That invisible, crushing pressure and deep-seated pressure that had straddled his torso had lightened, the weight that threatened to suffocate him not so much a burden any longer. The she-wolf had believed him, the softened limericks that she expelled with ease calmed him marginally. In all honesty that was the most surprising factor of this scenario. Pack wolves as a rule were not hospitable to those who were not educated in their ways or lifestyle, Alpha's more so due to the fact that it was their lands and family under their protection. Since he was not one of their flock they had no obligation to engage him in an amiable fashion. If anything it warranted a quick mobbing of the juvenile who would have been chased from the territory and into the adjacent badlands. He may not deserve the treatment that fell in the norm of lupine behavioral patterns, but it was to ensure that their resources were not poached by those who did not serve under their rule which. in and of itself, made perfect sense.
He'd expected to be reproached for his negligence but Annabelle uttered no harsh words as punishment for his foolishness, even going so far as to offer him pardon. He shyly glanced back to her face, unconsciously having averted them after his last spoken sentence, trying to see past the pale beryl hues that observed him with a mutual curiosity. It was enough to assume that the male was somewhat unsettled by this unexpected turn of events but nonetheless his muzzle was given a gentle curve as his lips pulled back in a timid smile. Inari simply couldn't help but think that the female was nice. She could have done a number of punishing things to him and instead she confronted the issue with a level head and refrained from acts of unnecessary violence. That, more than anything, douses the rampant fear that he'd be attacked.
The wolf inhaled deeply, feeling the constriction of his lungs vanish entirely now, enabling him to breathe freely and without hindrance. As not to excite her he slowly worked his muscles to reach an appropriate upright position. The motion looked as though he were trying to scratch an itch he couldn't reach, wriggling there in the snow before Annabelle. When this was done and his belly was no longer a bristling white target he let his eyes rise, almost fearlessly, to meet that of the residing Alpha female. Inari's interest had been thoroughly piqued, his closeness did not offended her as he’d presumed it might – females were the capricious gender that he could not always foretell their reactions. "I-I'm kinda surprised. I haven't given you a reason to trust me yet you believe me?" Inari made what should have been a dubious statement into a query. Not that he wanted others to be angry with him, he merely couldn't fathom a scenario such as this occurring to him. And yet here he was, sitting before the Alpha Female whom he'd only just met, and chatting unabashedly with her. The softness of her voice soothed him and the poor boy could do nothing but let it lull him into a state of comfort and security.
It was Annabelle who interrupted the quiet that had settled around them, much like the building snow that continued to fall gently to the earth. Her shameless remark of liking him struck him as both cute and embarrassing. He'd only had one other female say something as bold as that to his face but once - albeit the meaning differed greatly for each it was still offsetting to hear. The auburn lobes fell sideways, an awkward smirk swimming upward as he bowed his head to somehow hide his face from her. "Thank you, that's very kind. M-My name's Inari." He stumbled when introducing himself but managed to contain the glee that had erupted inside him. And at the notion of being able to join her in a hunt for food his tail began vicious sweeps against the bank of snow, thrusting the flakes back into the air. One could tell by the jittery dance he did that he wouldn't refuse the invitation.
"You mean I can come with you! Really!? Thank you!" Inari all but launched himself at the she-wolf, brushing his neck and shoulder over her chest and wagging furiously.
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Post by n i a ! on Feb 11, 2010 12:30:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/annabg.gif]There was some kind of noticeable attraction between the two. It was almost as if they both were magnets and they were attracting each other, pulling one another close together because of the strong forces of the magnets. It was almost as if they were opposites, but they were attracted to each other, like as if the magnets were opposite because they had opposite poles, and that made the attraction even stronger. Belle had never felt this kind of attraction before, because it was so strong, that it was almost unbelievable. This was insanely new for her, so she didn't know how to react to such a strong attraction. She wasn't even sure about what kind it was, whether it was a friendship, or a love one. She really had never had any friends, nor had she ever loved anyone except for her family who she had an unconditional love for, but that was different, they were family, and were like here. This male wasn't family, he was practically a stranger, and he wasn't like her because he followed the light alliance. All of this made her mind spin, but she decided to see how the hunting expedition would go. She hoped that some of her questions would be answered soon, she wanted to find out what this was, what this feeling was that was engulfing her. She had to know, she just had to.
A smile crept on her face when she saw Inari get up into an upright position. His muscles were relaxed, and all of his features softened. She was happy to see him relaxed, and she didn't know why, but all she could do was smile. She had hated seeing him so terrified of her for some reason. When she placed herself in his body, she saw herself as a monster through his green oculars, and she couldn't shake the image from her head. She didn't seem like a monster to herself, and she never would have thought that she would appear as a monster to anyone else. She was smaller than most wolves and didn't have any characteristics of a monster, but for some reason, something about her had scared the living daylights out of this brute, and she wanted to know what it was because it bothered her. Annabelle finally decided that she needed to relax herself, and not worry about that. She would find out during the hunting expedition, at least she hoped that she would. Once she bounced back into reality, she noticed that the male was studying her, and that made her feel embarrassed, and the silence between them was making it impossible to keep her composure. Thankfully though, the male's tenor voice broke the silence. He was in disbelief that she believed him. His words of question shocked her, but she kept a straight face and managed a reply. "You're eyes are full of innocence, and so is your features. That is how I was able to believe you, you're innocence is so strong, it would be hard to not believe it," she said in a soft tone.
When silence came once again, she decided to take the time to study him, to really study him. His overall features put together gave him a soft and innocent look, which was absolutely adorable to her. Overall, he was rather attractive. He had a fluffy bodice that reminded her of a someone she could cuddle up to during these cold days of the winter, and she liked the idea, though she didn't think too much about it because she would feel rather embarrassed if she did. His furry bodice made him look bigger than he really was, which reminded her of her father, who was furry just like this male. His furry coat was of a russet color, which looked very slick and well kept. The last thing she notice was his beautiful green eyes. They were full of so much emotion as he stared at her sheepishly. She wished she could identify all the emotions he felt, but a lot of them were unknown to her. She then began to wonder what emotions her eyes were filled with. It would be cool to know, and she could just simply ask the male, but she would be too embarrassed to because it would be a weird question to ask, so she kept her maw shut. The silence was once again interrupted by the male's lovely tenor voice that was like music to her ears. He introduced himself as Inari, what a beautiful name. Along with his introduction, he complimented her kindness, which made Belle's eyes shy away from Inari's. "Why thank you, and it's nice to meet you Inari, that a pretty name," she said rather shyly.
After Belle had mentioned bringing Inari with her on her hunting expedition, Inari's mood changed immediately. His fluffy russet tail began to wag violently, and seeing his tail wag so happily, made Belle's tail wag as well. Her tail had never wagged this much before, but she liked the feeling, and hoped that this wouldn't be the last time that she felt this amazing feeling. Inari then bounded towards her, and began to rub against her chest. The warmth that radiated off him made Belle feel great. The feeling of his body warming hers was just unexplainable, all she could do was nuzzle him back in a friendly manor. After she nuzzled him for a few quick moments, she broke the bond, and bonded off to where some elk might be. "Catch me if you can," she said playfully.
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Post by FlightWorks on Feb 13, 2010 16:51:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/inarisbg.gif] Where Annabelle may perceive her newfound emotional surge as a matter worthy of bemusement, it was not so abnormal for the soft-eyed Inari. In fact, one could assume that it was a norm, this constant state of friendliness intermingled with a gauche, candid charisma. It was an invisible emission, very closely related to pheromones, which wafted from the youth in cleansing waves. It had no scent but one in the male’s presence could feel it creeping along their bodies alike a gentle hand whose tapered fingers stroked them, soothed and compelled them to act protectively in Inari’s favor.
Inari harbored a purity, an unsoiled debonair that cushioned and compressed his essence into a likeable spirit of fortune and honesty. Albeit the canine measured himself far from perfect, barely meeting typical expectations, he was in his own way a great asset even if it had little to do with brawn or intelligence. His composure was sweet, his consideration to the plight of others forever at the forefront of his mind rather than his own self-preservation so much so it bordered the point of self-sacrifice. But he did so with a blinding smile, uncaring for hardships and conquering what he saw to be small hurdles and yet making make monumental differences. Just as he had set out to do those warm summer’s days in a land far from where his paws now stood.
From his perspective, his reaction to Annabelle was nothing unique, not something for which he should brood about or even spare a moment to reflect upon. Nor did he see his informality as a potential infringement on his part. It might if the proud she-wolf was to express some veneer of consternation but as of now he’d yet to see any representation of adverse doings from her. She had been nice with him, gentler than most and so Inari felt moderately compelled to pay homage in a less formal manner. And as if in doing so she responded to his boisterous wiles she allowed his advances, permitted him the benefit of the doubt and the gift of a proper meal, all of which he was thoroughly grateful to receive in this time. Inari was all but bristling with energy from the fortunes that had been bestowed and beamed openly, unreserved in the display of his utter bliss. He probably couldn’t have contained himself even had he wanted to. He was truly an open door, welcoming all through some unseen threshold and denying none entry, it was a candor rarely observed now.
When the Alpha female averted her stare, shyly declaring his name with an attached endearment he all but wanted to smother her for it. “Thank you, I like your name too.” He said too happy to care about how goofily his grin must look to the regal white beast as he held close to the warmth of her body. It wasn’t sexual, though definitely intimate; it was more akin to a hug than anything indecent. Inari seemed genuinely glued there for several steady moments where he did nothing but inhale the earthy scent of the wolf, reveling in her benevolence. It was only when he felt the sinew at her spine tighten and flex that he reflexively broke the contact. In that same instant she shot past him, momentarily dismayed Inari did nothing but watch as she skipped ahead and whirled around with a glimmer of mischief stretched over the gossamer blue eyes that matched the sea he so adored. Her playful banter and ignition of play was rewarded immediately with the youth’s admission to this frivolous game.
“I wanna see you say that when I’ve got your tail in my mouth!” he shot at her a cheeky retort as he gladly picked up his beige paws and took after her.
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Post by n i a ! on Feb 13, 2010 18:35:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/annabg.gif]Perfection. It has been said that nobody is perfect, that everyone has their faults. Annabelle didn't believe that though, because in her mind, Inari was perfect. No one else had seemed perfect to her, not even any light that she has ever met. There were so many things about him that blended together to make perfection. The first thing that made him seen perfect was his everlasting kindness. He had been kind to her from the start even when she had been stern to him. The second thing was that he was polite. He was polite with everything he said, no matter what she had said to him. The last thing was his playfulness. The way he had ran to her and nuzzled her made her feel good, in an intimate friendly way. He seemed to be a bundle of never ending energy, and that was the type of friend she needed. She then knew why she felt the connection she felt towards him. It was because he was everything she was looking for in a friend, and here the wolf was chasing after her, like a puppy would do to it's owner. She then knew that Inari would become her friend, her very special friend.
The world was passing by he at a quick speed as her snow colored paws padded the ground as she ran towards where she was going to take Inari hunting. She had challenged Inari to a game of chase, knowing that he would probably win, but wanted to have some fun, and that's what they were currently doing, having fun. She heard the remark that he made, and she just laughed. "Bring it," she replied playfully. She continued to run as fast as her legs would let her. She kicked up the snow with every stride she took, hoping that Inari wasn't right behind her, or he would be getting a lot of snow in his face right now. Her snowy auds flickered when she heard him take off like a bolt of lightning. She knew that he was fast, but she didn't know that he was that fast. It wouldn't be much longer before he passed her. Even though she was destined to lose, she kept running to her heart's desire. The cold wind that hit her with each stride she took sent chills down her spine, but she ignored them because she knew that if she worried about getting cold, that it would only slow her down. So she ignored it and kept on running.
Annabelle began to run out of breath, so she slowed her pace, and eventually stopped running. She stood though, the cold air making it difficult for her to catch her breath. Eventually, she had to sit her haunches onto the snow covered ground. This was the farthest and fastest she had ever run, and now she was all out of breath. It took her a a few moments to catch her breath back, she got a whiff of what was about three hundred feet of them, elk. "Okay you win. There is some elk about three hundred feet away, so we must keep quiet and watch where we step," she said quietly. Belle slunk down in her stalking position as she began to proceed forward. She kept all five of her sense alert, making sure that she didn't do anything that would scare the elk off. She couldn't look back at Inari, but she hoped that he was being just as careful, and she knew that he probably was. A few moments later, and she was starring right at the elk. All of them were massive males, and they called for a good meal. "Okay, let's do this," she said quietly.
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Post by FlightWorks on Feb 13, 2010 19:16:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/inarisbg.gif] All his ears could convert into comprehensible audio was the incensed caterwauling made by the wind as he took to the earth like a bird to the sky. His tongue could only perceive the tastes of the land, Kazimir's hills and their frigid sweetness with the crispness applied by the winter. His pelt whispered like cloth in motion and looked just as exquisite in texture against his body, dancing around obstructions in his path, leaping to evade small mounds of snow in his wild run. He didn't care if the cold was slashing at his lungs and making them beg for a moments reprieve. He could not concern himself with the free falling snow pelting his eyes and melting against them to make his emerald optics relay blurred images. There wasn't even a need to be bothered with the verifiable truth that he shouldn't be galloping after the white ghost she-wolf just ahead of him.
Great geysers of snow erupted around his heels, flecked lean heaving sides and dappling a bright, white-stained chest while almost masking the auburn and amber patterns against his body. Where they was running to did not occur to the male, there couldn't be a more irrelevant concept than that at this moment. They could have been taking the direct path to hell and would have kept running down the road to the damned with that irremovable smile painted across his features. Inari was no more than a child at play; who could resist this field of boundless white perfection and the nimble white goddess who ruled them? Who could sit by and watch it go wholly undisturbed? Not he, not he. He made it sound like a civic duty to mar the ashen sea with body and paw. Inari His muscles burned in a pleasant ache, albeit used to hard labor they were ill-accustomed to the extra energy required to churn through snow that was only inches from consuming his chest. Every spring exerted more strength to perform, each step warranting the effort of three strides to complete. It wouldn't be much longer before the male snapping at snowflakes gave up his chase to collapse somewhere and recuperate. He had only just stopped running after all.
In spite of that he sped after her, each bound brought him closer to his target as she danced out at sea. He was all but upon her, jaws wide to claim her tail with a grin of triumph overtaking his face at the accomplishment. However, almost in the same instant his jaws clicked shut did he miraculously lose his footing. There is nothing quite as masculine as when running full tilt you manage a perfect face-plant.
There is a definite, valid explanation as to why people don’t like snow. First of all, it’s too bloody cold to be comfortable in and for most of us mammals we prefer to be at a regulated temperature. Snow did not regulate any heat source whatsoever, as Inari was quickly discovering with his face implanted in the mound of wetness. Second reason why snow was not the most appreciated element, it was very difficult to move in. Sure, playing in it can be hours of glorious white fun but after having run through almost an acre of it the enjoyment factor was seriously diminished. Third, and definitely not the least, was the fact that as you sit and freeze whatever manner of genetalia you’ve got between your thighs, you come across something really awful when you fall. Week old snow, is not soft, it’s hard, like someone plotted this the entire time and while you weren’t looking carpeted the earth in a protective layer of ice. So when you fall head first into the ground, your nose gets a wonderful surprise as it rams into old flakes that slice into your face and then gets stuck there cause the snows too damned compacted to move in. It was like having your cranium stuck in a guillotine rig. This was just to name a few reasons why Inari was suddenly not so fond of white.
The juvenile threw his hindquarters to and fro, leaning his weight backward while heaving the strength of his shoulders with the tug of his rear in order to dislodge his skull from its icy tomb. Embarrassment threatened to melt the frozen moisture around him as heat exploded all its fiery wrath into his cheeks as he realized belatedly that someone had paid witness to this abasing event. His tail spun in a right proper circle, like a propeller trying to perform a really intricate move while airborne and the vehicle just wasn’t cooperating with the turn of the gears. Low, humiliated little sounds resonated in his chasm and were muffled by the snow that was sliding into his opened mouth. It wasn’t enough that he’d gotten his head stuck, snow pooling in his eyes and stuffing his mouth. Inari gave another valiant thrust of his weight and with it came success as he jerked sideways and managed to break out and roll onto his side. He giggled to himself in spite of it all, small mirthful grunts of embarrassment as he blew free air from his nostrils, shooting snowflakes out of his frozen nasal passages.
He coughed raggedly as he rolled onto his belly, catching the tail-end of Annabelle's remark and smiling weakly after her as he rushed to her side. As he reached her Inari lifted a forepaw and placed it cheerfully on her shoulder, pawing her happily. “That's good I'm just about exhausted here.” he said lightly as his supple brown tail curled neatly over his back as he dropped his shoulders and made for the direction Annabelle had indicated. “Excuse me Belle, - er Annabelle, how long have you been Alpha if you don't mind my asking."
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Post by n i a ! on Feb 14, 2010 9:58:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/annabg.gif]The snowy alphess turned around just in time to see Inari make a face plant in the snow. She whined, hoping that he was okay. She wanted to help him, but when she tried to get up, she just fell right back down on the snow covered ground from exhaustion. She continued to whine softly, worried about her newly acquired friend. She watched helplessly as he tried to get himself out. Belle continued to keep trying to get up to help the poor male, but with each time she tried, she just fell right back down in the snow. Now she hated this white stuff because it had caused her beloved new friend to get fall and get his face stuck. She didn't realize it at first, but she began to growl at the snow, being terribly pissed off at it. Once she realized that she was growing at a nonliving substance, she stopped. She felt embarrassed that she was growling at the snow, but then she remembered that Inari couldn't hear her, so she relaxed some, still being tense from the fact that her friend was stuck. She resumed with her whining, hoping that Inari could get himself out, because she didn't know when her body would let her actually get up and help him. Her blue oculars continued to look worriedly at Inari as he continued to try and get himself out. After a few more tries, his head finally emerged from the snow. He began to giggle about what had happened. Then he blew the snow out of his nostrils, and rolled on his belly. Belle couldn't understand how he could be laughing, she was worried sick about him. "That's not funny, you scared the shit out of me," she teased.
Her blue oculars watched as Inari ran to her side. He then began to paw her shoulder playfully, which made her smile. After he was done pawing at her shoulder playfully, she tried to get up once more, and finally succeed. She let a sigh of relief out as she stretched out her muscles. She licked Inari's face playfully after he made his remark about being exhausted. "Well you better have enough energy to go hunting," she teased as she pawed at his chest maw playfully. Once she caught scent of the elk, both her and Inari got into the stalking position. They both stalked until they reached the three massive male elk. It was then that Inari asked about how long she had been alphess in a low soft voice. Belle couldn't help but to reply. "You can call me Belle you know. Truthfully, I've only been alphess for a couple of days," she replied in a soft quiet voice. Belle than began to study the three elk to determine which one she wanted. She kept in mind that Inari was more hungry than her, so she would let him have the biggest one. Her attention came to the middle elk who was the second biggest. She knew that it was going to put up a fight, but she knew that she could handle it. "I am going for the second biggest, and you can have the biggest. Good luck Inari," she said as she licked his maw in a friendly way, and bolted off towards her prey.
The elk saw Belle coming, and began to run off, she was faster though and was able to catch up with it easily. She ran past it, and angled herself so she could strike it's jugular. She then leaped through the air, with her fangs showing, and clamped onto the jugular with her teeth. The massive elk tried to shake her off, and almost succeeded once, but she was able to hold on, and bite down hard, and rip off where she was biting at to make the kill. She didn't like to kill, which is why she made her kills quick so that her prey didn't have to suffer. That was one of the light traits she inherited. The animal struggled for a couple seconds, and Belle bounced back as she watched as the massive animal fell to the ground. She began to look back to see if Inari had been as lucky as she was.
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Post by FlightWorks on Feb 16, 2010 12:42:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/inarisbg.gif] Inari grimaced, he was an atrocious liar. Not only did the youth’s bright visage and round body accentuate the cherubic exterior he retained, but it was also true in regards to his decorum. There had never been an instance that had required any level of deceit thus the art was never practiced nor perfected. It stood to reason that his ability to speak dishonestly was as transparent as a fresh water spring. The boy was never one to overlook his own faults; he acknowledged that he was virtually incapable of being insincere and actively strove to be as truthful as possible. So why now did his pride prick at him with such miserable incessancy?
He could taste the lie on his tongue, a bitter, tart thing that made the bile rise in his mouth and sour. He swallowed the flood of saliva that pooled in the dimple of his jaw, internally perplexed as to why he’d said such a blatantly false declaration. His face hot with shame and confusion, the wolf let his neck taper downward to align with his stiffened vertebra, glowering at his paws as he trudged toward Annabelle and the tormenting aroma of her kill. Inari all but radiated his malcontent, wholly frustrated in his ability to provide for himself. The ill sentiments he harbored were obviously too harsh and only made him more unhappy.
Feeling too discontented to be bothered anymore, Inari stopped walking entirely and slapped his already snow-dappled hackles into the snow and refused to look anywhere but the ground. As if his own self-abuse weren’t enough, the gracious Belle offered to share her meal, driving the stake further into his chest unknowingly. Normally Inari wouldn’t have fathomed feeling so conflicted, especially if he were as famished as he was at present. But for whatever reason, hearing her giving him this prospect made him all the more disagreeable inside.
“That’s alright I’ll get something later.” He said stoutly refusing to cooperate and proving he still had much to learn if he held so obstinately in the face of these terrible conditions. Ears flat and eyes averted he looked quite the child as he sat there in the snow, all but pouting. He was so obviously displeased that it was safe to assume that this small mishap had much more significance in terms of meaning to the juvenile. As to what that might mean he’d yet to discover for himself, a little thing he wouldn’t quite grasp until he was a bit older, a tad wiser.
Time ticked by and instead of solving anything Inari sat there and tortured himself over his failure, his lie and the sound of the pleasant Alpha eating. His stomach knotted itself, angry that he hadn’t accepted the offer and salvaged some of his dignity because he was more than a little aware that pride didn’t keep you fed. It was only when Annabelle deserted the kill, beaming over a full belly, that he tentatively got up and approached the carcass. It was both cute and sad how he tried to make his movements as nonchalant as possible, fought to be as aloof as he could manage. But his eyes were glued to the glistening open flesh and the smell it produced. “Well if you’re not gonna finish it,” he muttered, using this as an excuse to tuck into the undisturbed portions of the kill and begin devouring the sections set aside for him.
He was ravenous though tried to maintain some air of modesty as he fed. It proved more difficult than one might imagine. Having gone without food with weeks he’d have naturally tried to cram himself full of the succulent meat, exercising this much restraint was more taxing then running on an empty stomach. Inari would gather mouthfuls and pull away, chewing through the grisly slabs like an aristocrat at a dinner party. And when at last he felt as though he’d swallowed a boulder, Inari forgot about the ordeals leading up to this and padded over to where Annabelle had crashed and slumped to the ground.
“Ahhhh, that was good. Elk tastes better when it’s cold out.” he said languidly. The now fattened male turned onto his back, exposing the lovely distended tawny belly of his and grinning. He would have to remember to wash his face with snow the next time he got up but it was too distant a thought to hold any merit at the moment as he basked in the afterglow of the hearty meal. “Thank you Belle.” He hummed, nudging the female with the side of his muzzle and bumping her hip with his large head. “I really don’t mean to be a burden on you.” And just like that he was ready to burrow into the white body pillow and catch a nap.
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Post by n i a ! on Feb 16, 2010 15:11:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/annabg.gif]Belle remembered the very sweet comment that Inari had said to her right before they went off to hunt. He had told her that he found her very refreshing and told her that she was different from the other alphas he had served under in his past. The alphess smiled at his comment, feeling warmed by it in this cold weather. She was glad to know that he felt that well around her and that he thought of her like that. When she looked over to him so that she could reply to him, she saw that the elk had lowered his head to show his antlers in a defensive position. Her heart began to race, fearing that the elk might charge at Inari and kill him. Thankfully thought, the elk stayed still, and poor Inari backed down with his ears flatened against his head. He told her that he wasn't really hungry anyways, but she had known better, much better. He had come into her lands to look for food, which showed her how hungry he was and how bad of a liar he was. She immediately felt bad for her new aqquired friend and decided that she would do something that she hasn't done for anyone else. She was going to let him share with her. Besides, she truthfully wasn't hunry enough to eat this massive beast all by herself. She knew that she wouldn't even be able to eat half of it.
"Here Inari, you can share with me. I wouldn't have been able to eat half of it by myself anyways," she said smiling at the brute. She decided that she would let Inari have the better half of the elk because he deserved it, and she honestly didn't care what half she got since she was a carefree type of wolf. She moved over, making sure that Inari would have enough room to eat his fill. She decided not to wait for Inari, and let him take his time. She hoped that it wouldn't seem rude to her friend that she had already begun to eat. She hoped that Inari would forgive her, she just couldn't resist to wait, and her mouth was already watering. She dug into her fill, eating it in a polite elegant manor, unlike some wolves who would just rip it apart violently as if it was a chew toy. The savoring taste of the meat delighted her. Elk meat had always been her favorite because it had a sweet taste to it that appealed to her. She kept on eating until her fill was mostly gone, and she became full. "Boy, that was good. You can have the rest of my fill as well, Inari," she said in a sweet voice.
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Post by FlightWorks on Feb 22, 2010 5:53:15 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/inarisbg.gif] Inari grimaced, he was an atrocious liar. Not only did the youth’s bright visage and round body accentuate the cherubic exterior he retained, but it was also true in regards to his decorum. There had never been an instance that had required any level of deceit thus the art was never practiced nor perfected. It stood to reason that his ability to speak dishonestly was as transparent as a fresh water spring. The boy was never one to overlook his own faults; he acknowledged that he was virtually incapable of being insincere and actively strove to be as truthful as possible. So why now did his pride prick at him with such miserable incessancy?
He could taste the lie on his tongue, a bitter, tart thing that made the bile rise in his mouth and sour. He swallowed the flood of saliva that pooled in the dimple of his jaw, internally perplexed as to why he’d said such a blatantly false declaration. His face hot with shame and confusion, the wolf let his neck taper downward to align with his stiffened vertebra, glowering at his paws as he trudged toward Annabelle and the tormenting aroma of her kill. Inari all but radiated his malcontent, wholly frustrated in his ability to provide for himself. The ill sentiments he harbored were obviously too harsh and only made him more unhappy.
Feeling too discontented to be bothered anymore, Inari stopped walking entirely and slapped his already snow-dappled hackles into the snow and refused to look anywhere but the ground. As if his own self-abuse weren’t enough, the gracious Belle offered to share her meal, driving the stake further into his chest unknowingly. Normally Inari wouldn’t have fathomed feeling so conflicted, especially if he were as famished as he was at present. But for whatever reason, hearing her giving him this prospect made him all the more disagreeable inside.
“That’s alright I’ll get something later.” He said stoutly refusing to cooperate and proving he still had much to learn if he held so obstinately in the face of these terrible conditions. Ears flat and eyes averted he looked quite the child as he sat there in the snow, all but pouting. He was so obviously displeased that it was safe to assume that this small mishap had much more significance in terms of meaning to the juvenile. As to what that might mean he’d yet to discover for himself, a little thing he wouldn’t quite grasp until he was a bit older, a tad wiser.
Time ticked by and instead of solving anything Inari sat there and tortured himself over his failure, his lie and the sound of the pleasant Alpha eating. His stomach knotted itself, angry that he hadn’t accepted the offer and salvaged some of his dignity because he was more than a little aware that pride didn’t keep you fed. It was only when Annabelle deserted the kill, beaming over a full belly, that he tentatively got up and approached the carcass. It was both cute and sad how he tried to make his movements as nonchalant as possible, fought to be as aloof as he could manage. But his eyes were glued to the glistening open flesh and the smell it produced. “Well if you’re not gonna finish it,” he muttered, using this as an excuse to tuck into the undisturbed portions of the kill and begin devouring the sections set aside for him.
He was ravenous though tried to maintain some air of modesty as he fed. It proved more difficult than one might imagine. Having gone without food with weeks he’d have naturally tried to cram himself full of the succulent meat, exercising this much restraint was more taxing then running on an empty stomach. Inari would gather mouthfuls and pull away, chewing through the grisly slabs like an aristocrat at a dinner party. And when at last he felt as though he’d swallowed a boulder, Inari forgot about the ordeals leading up to this and padded over to where Annabelle had crashed and slumped to the ground.
“Ahhhh, that was good. Elk tastes better when it’s cold out.” he said languidly. The now fattened male turned onto his back, exposing the lovely distended tawny belly of his and grinning. He would have to remember to wash his face with snow the next time he got up but it was too distant a thought to hold any merit at the moment as he basked in the afterglow of the hearty meal. “Thank you Belle.” He hummed, nudging the female with the side of his muzzle and bumping her hip with his large head. “I really don’t mean to be a burden on you.” And just like that he was ready to burrow into the white body pillow and catch a nap.
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Post by n i a ! on Feb 22, 2010 10:25:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/annabg.gif]Blue oculars watched carefully was the earth colored brute sulked away from her and the elk she had taken down just moments ago. The brute's auds were flattened against his cranium, and he walked with his head to the ground. He looked as if he was ashamed of himself, ashamed of the fact that he couldn't get an elk. It wasn't his fault, the elk were massive in size, and they were feisty since food was scarce since this winter has been a terrible one. The snow colored dame couldn't understand why he was so ashamed of himself. There had been multiple times when she didn't get a kill, but she didn't let that bring her down. She continued to watch him with a worried expression on her face, and has she watched, she began to try and understand why this had hit him so hard. It didn't take her long to realize that it was the brute's pride that was causing him to sulk around like this. Once she realized this, Inari had placed himself a good distance from her and the elk, his head was still low, and his ears were still flattened to his cranium. He appeared to be torturing himself in his mind by the way he looked, and this made Belle whine softly. Inari was now her friend and it upset her when her friends were like this. She wanted to do something to cheer him up, but she realized that there was nothing she could do, so she dug into the elk, and at alone in silence.
After Annabelle was extremely full, she stopped eating. There was still a little over half of this massive elk left, and Inari could finish it, but he had refused her earlier offer and said that he would get one later. The alphess elegantly walked over away from the elk and laid down on the snow covered ground. Her fattened belly began to ache almost immediately once she put all of her weight on it, so she rolled over onto her back, exposing her full belly to the world. The sun than began to peek through the clouds, and the beams of light warmed her body the slightest bit. She knew the spring was just around the corner, and she couldn't wait for it. She closed her eyes and relaxed, but her relaxing was then interrupted by Inari, who finally gave into the elk. "Go ahead and help yourself," she said as her tail began to wag and throw snow every which way. She continued to let her tail wag until some snow hit her in the face. She giggled and shook her cranium to remove the snow. She then laid still and listened as Inari ate his share as elegantly as she did. She knew that he would eventually give in, and she was glad that she did because she knew that he was starving, and he needed to eat. She kept on listening to Inari's snacking until he was finished. She heard the snow crunch as he made his way by her. Her tail began to wag again, but more slowly, as he made his way to her. Once he did get to where she was at, he planted himself near her and rolled on his back, exposing his full bell as well.
Before rolling unto his back, Inari made a comment about how the elk taste much better when it is cold outside. She couldn't help but to agree because it was so true. In the winter the elk and deer had more of a sweet wild taste to them that was absolutely delicious. "I know! They have a sweet wild taste to them in the winter," she said happily as her tail continued to wag gently. Silence fell between them for a few moments, and during that time, Belle took in her surroundings and how beautiful they were, and then she began to think about spring and how all of the color would return back to these lands, and make everything look absolutely breathtaking. Inari then thanks Belle for letting him eat the rest of the elk. He then nudged her side after her spoke as a friendly gesture. "No problem. I don't mind sharing with you. Next time we will actually hunt together instead of splitting up," she said as she nudged his belly with her snowy maw. It was just then that Inari said that he didn't mean to be a burden to her. This made the alphess's auds flatten for a split second at the thought that Inari thought that he was a burden to her. She then got a great idea, and her auds perked back up immediately. "You're not a burden to me, you are practically one of my friends. Hey why don't you live her in Kazimir with me and I will make you Beta for now," she said with a big smile on her maw. |
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Post by FlightWorks on Feb 25, 2010 12:10:58 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/ac235/flightworks/CirocTables/inarisbg.gif] Greatly taken aback by the offer so nonchalantly uttered, Inari didn’t dwell on the consequences of movement in his present state, flipping unwittingly onto his stomach to assure himself that Annabelle had not spoken in jest. If it was by sheer whim alone then he would not have given the idea of settling in the territory much consideration, but given that she herself felt at ease with him and wanted his company, provoked a more agreeable response. “Really? You think of me as a friend too?” it would seem his whole focus was orientated around the notion that she thought of him as a companion as he did to most everyone he came across. She had benevolently waved off his act of contrition to instead assure him that he was in no way a hindrance.
The abrupt twist of his body made little difference in the positioning of the snow, only a few loosened flakes catching the draft of motion and becoming momentarily airborne. No, the most damage had been done to the youth himself, for his large, distended belly immediately began to protest the pressure of his weight against it as it was set into the rebuffing snow. Sharp twinges as the thicker contents in his gut moved around the sack in his abdomen were given rewarding winces of acknowledgement from the amber-toned brute but little other recognition to his physical duress was shown. His large green eyes stared skeptically at the white mound that was becoming more and more generous as time passed.
“You mean to say I could stay here with you? That we could stay friends all the time and hunt together and run together? Stuff like that?” he asked, the news sinking in now. Excitement building one could almost see the wolf’s vigor snap and crackle around him, the violently joyful energy of his aura brightening at the prospect he’d been gifted with. “Course I’ll stay!” he said this and dropped his jaw onto her flank, rough enough that he recoiled somewhat and had to resettle his head on her downy hip. “I’d love to be able to stay here with you.” Spoken like a true juvenile unaware of the strength of his words.
“You’re so nice to me Annabelle. Thank you.” He hummed, all but nuzzling into the thick white landscape developed on her hip and side.
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