Tangible Reflections

[Demetrius]

The pallid air seeped silently through his tender lungs as he drunk the fresh aromas through a dank nose of coal. blooms, dews of the earth, and more curiously; wolves.
It wasn’t the first step Demetri had bestowed upon Ama’Deth – ah, even the name sent a brooding quiver down his intrepid spine – It was his place.
An atmosphere of pure decadence, he could spend hours on his calk-white rock, chipping the surface on a whim with his claws of sullied silver, watching the clouds form and disperse as they shifted across the dainty skies. It seemed he was the only thing keeping the atmosphere from dying in its own grace, or thats how he’d like to place his existence.
He also favored the lush tides of zy’ver, he did like water, mostly on the fact he could experience his own refection in a tangible form. That or the fact he was utterly vein or maybe he wanted a spot of company to ease the monotonous drift of daylight. Nah, he preferred the first explanation.
Remember the hike up the mountain of Dar’Onna that day, it was one of the highest peaks, therefore making all of Lunoria seem inconsequential; fragile in succumbing to the harsh weather of the lands; and oh-so pleasingly breakable, he added as an afterthought of his short inner reflection on nothing in particular.

A deep lump surged its way towards his eyes as his maw widened into a mighty yawn, one huge canine making a menacing appearance – the absence of the other seemingly neutralizing it – before his chops snapped back to place with a sound that almost echoed ahead. He smirked, keeping his eyes fixed ahead with ill-omened interest, it seemed he could now taste the scents of the wolves, however there was one familiar scent – whose perfume stuck like clotted autumn upon his receptors.

Can’t seem to place it. he mused candidly to himself, eyes shifting to the side within dank sockets, a wry smile illuminating his face in tantalizing acumen as a thread pulled loose within his mind; The liturians, how quaint. A fickle shock to his somewhat comfortable existence until now. A roll of the eye and his trademark smirk faltered off, as an impulsive wave of hazard marked his awareness.
It was slightly unsettling.

I should have brought a snack, to watch the show…

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[Pandora]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/23sdfle.png] Ama’Deth was a nice place, rather quiet but beautiful in appearance. The rocks along the river’s edge were a perfect ivory shade, the trees lighting up the scenery with all different colours. The blue of the water was the most amazing, ripples danced on its surface and the sky was mirrored in it. Clouds were slowly rolling across the sky, making shapes as they passed each place in Lunoria. Thankfully they were nice, white puffy clouds, showing no signs of incoming rain, at least for the next few days. From atop each of the chalk-like rocks one could see Dar’Onna and its large peaks, towering above the rest of the land. It was a beautiful sight. However that was only if one could enjoy it. A slim white figure crawled through the landscape, camouflaged into the surface of the rocks. Her fluffy white pelt was almost unseen and the feathers of her gracefully wings blew softly in the afternoon wind. Cruel golden eyes gazed at her path, watching her step as she continued on her journey. The femme had spent the past few days wondering around Dar’Onna and had suddenly found herself quite bored of the mountain ranges. Early that morning, before the first light, she had picked herself up and headed towards Ama’Deth. She had walked all the way, strange for one with wings. But that was of course because of the fact that her wings her mostly useless. They hardly held up her figure and she could only fly for short distances at a low height and, even then it took an unimaginable amount of strength. The scents of wolf covered her senses, strong and clear through the wind. The other wolf was evidently close, somewhere in the vast jumble of chalk coloured rocks. As she continued to scent she picked up the strong scent of a Cosmia nearby. Underneath that was the more distant scent of Litur. It was almost undetectable but the femme managed to pick it up with a little effort. Letting a low growl rumble through her chest she picked up her pace, determined to evade the other wolves. If they were not Dreas, they were not good company. White Dreas are the only wolf I have time for, she thought to herself silently. All others are simply inferior. Giving a small nod to confirm her own thoughts she continued to weave in and out among the rocks. Unfortunately for her, she was concentrating too much on her sight and continued on with her nose shut off. That was probably the main reason as to why in just a few short minutes she found herself standing behind a large Cosmia. Pandora’s eyes widened suddenly and a gasp shot through her maw. Her reflexes were not fast enough and she could not stifle the sound. The white femme was suddenly aware that the wolf most definitely would have heard her. “Darn,” she muttered under her breath as she started to back away, hoping the Cosmia would simply let her leave. All the while one thought was running through her mind: don’t turn around. "pandora speaks" pandora thinks Words: 518 Puppet: Pandora Audience: Demetrius Notes: Hope you don't mind me popping in.

[Demetrius]

His mind decided to tick over slowly, almost day dreaming in a sense; calculating scenarios and words to roll together if he did, in fact, meet either or both of the Liturians. From what he had experienced with the siblings they could, if they desired, kill him where he stood. Yet what would that accomplish

[/i] He mused meditatively, laying his huge limbs to rest upon the warm earth, It would just prove they where, and always had been, idiots, and we had been righteous to retaliate[/i]. Smirk.

Of course he didn’t want to be a hypocrite, starting a fight to defend his own macho bullshit (as most wolves did); however he wasn’t going to roll over and expect them to smite or pet him at the first taste of conflict – he would and was ready to defend himself in an onslaught whether it be physical or mental, and he had enough experience on these subjects.
Or should he kill them before they had the chance? Even one kill would be worth the effort; And in that split moment, his iconic smirk faltered, silver-washed eyes blinking inquisitively as another wave of realization dawned upon his thoughts. It was slightly disturbing. We are far more alike than we would ever care to admit; two separate species of an identical type of wolf.[/i]
On that thought Demetri’s weight shifted, swiftly pulling up unto his haunches, as ears tipped like tarnished spearheads rocketed to the heavens. An angel’s beautiful sigh bloomed in the pressure of the air, so startling as if someone had screamed an inch from his soul. In a misinterpreted apparition he believed the gods had heard his thoughts and summoned him to his dwelling – only for that nonchalant split second however.

His glistening eyes narrowed to the side before tilting his maw in the direction of the ardent perfume, resonating, tickling his senses like a relentless feather behind him. This was the first time he had set eyes on a Drea, and he wasn’t disappointed by face value, indeed she was as beautiful as a fallen angel; with a coat as fresh and white as newly fallen snow – and eyes that radiated evil through a film of innocent illusion.
He had always been warned about the Drea’s, huge ego’s and only time for themselves. They never seem to mix with other wolves and hybrids being the rarest of any species. He had been cautioned to stay away, to never, under any circumstances speak to ‘their kind’; but for now he decided to give the inane ramblings of an over worshipped elder a miss, and see how his own intuitions treated him.

He flexed his body to face her as the sweet word gasped from her vocals Damn – obviously she wasn’t mad keen on speaking to others outside her own. Perfect, both as awkward as each other. He smiled darkly at the thought, flashing his pearly whites and the absence of his one canine fang before falling back behind gums of shiny ebony. He was much bigger than her, so he didn’t see the angel as much of a threat for now.

[/b]”Why don’t you just fly away, if you’re so disheartened to see me, poppet?” he purred in a deep note that almost produced a growl through his vocals, finding the scenario lightly amusing as he Glanced noticeably to her flank, examining her dove like wings that seemed to hang more limply than he first thought. He twisted his maw back to face her, watching attentively ”As I surely doubt you’re looking for company" He continued slowly "especially with the wrong kind” Demetri smirked, expressing his mutual distaste for other species as he sat to bring their eye levels to the same height, his body hunched over like a hyenas.


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0oc// lol, of coarse i don't mind you popping in, feel free.

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[Pandora]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/23sdfle.png] The femme was starting to back away again, still praying the brute wouldn’t turn. She stopped suddenly as the Cosmia rose onto his haunches, his head turning ever so slowly towards her direction. Damn, she cursed bitterly her eyes taking on a hateful glare as she prepared herself for what was to come. Last time I ever come down here. She had been stupid in letting herself stumble upon this brute. She had better things to do than to sit around talking to a stupid Cosmia. They were all idiots anyway and she had no time for him. She simply had to be moving on but, perhaps she should play a little. She hadn’t had fun for a very long time and, well, she did like playing games. Besides, her pride always seemed to get the better of her and she wasn’t in anyway capable of tarnishing it. She simply had to stay here and talk to the brute like she was some fallen angel which, by the way, she most certainly was not. I could rip him to shreds in an instant, she thought, letting a smile play across her features. However, her ego was probably a little too large as the brute was much larger than her and perhaps stronger too. A deep voice filled the void of silence and she glanced up at him, letting her eyes lock on his. The hate was so clearly stamped on her face and, his too in a way, but she wasn’t going to let that ruin her day, or her fun. Rolling her eyes at his stupid patronizing nickname she stifled a growl and slowly walked towards him, her wings rolling across the white stone. “Well, darling, I would if I could but, they’re virtually useless.” A sad expression crept onto her face and her eyes sparkled with the act. Her voice was sweet and she felt like puking at the mere sound of it. She came closer still until she was right up in front of him, her eyes staring into his. Her whole stance practically screamed slut but, that was just the way the game was played. It was her personality and she couldn’t change that, she wouldn’t change that. Her muzzle was incredibly close to his and she could feel his warm breath on her. Sick, she thought. It was sweet enough to make her stomach wrench. Why the hell am I doing this again? The next few words that rolled off the brute’s tongue highly amused Pandora. She smirked in reply and then flashed her perfect smile, ivories glinting in the light. “You speak well brute,” her voice again was filled with hatred and she couldn’t bring herself to call him by his species. Then, she put on her sweeter tone of voice and said, “I’m very impressed.” She winked slowly, and then sat down in front of him, grinning. “But I’m tired,” she complained, her voice more flirtatious than winy. “So, I think I may just stay here for a while.” Her tone grew challenging as she wondered what he would do in reply to that. Well, she thought, whatever he does do I really don’t care. I just want some fun. "pandora speaks" pandora thinks Words: 573 Puppet: Pandora Audience: Demetrius Notes: meh, so-so post

[Demetrius]

He didn’t understand what was circling his mind, why was he talking to such beautiful filth? Surely it wasn’t the fact she was interesting or because she was female; he was trying to put it to reason. He didn’t seem to want to speak to her, nor feel the urge not to speak. But it all crumbled down to a feeling he had never encountered in his lifeline: Loneliness. He had always been /with/ another, and when his bastard mongering brothers perished before him, he was to blind with arrogance to notice the solitude that filled the empty air and followed as a presence before him.
Returning home was always an option, yet as far as they knew, he had died alongside his brothers; fighting for some pathetic – and unanswered – reason. Going back would almost certainly demote his new found freedom. So for now, he decided to play dead.

Yet this decision had led him awry, how did it turn into a mental loathing match between two wolves? Both being well spoken and pointlessly /nice/ to each other, whilst cursing every single breath they swallow. Even as he spoke he noticed her expression curl into an utter distaste, glaring with hate-tempered eyes only to be rebounded back into hers. They were so alike yet so different, like the unstoppable force and the immovable object.
He looked down into her tainted eyes, unable to reach her soul. He felt like miming her words in irritation but the sadness that expressed itself upon her façade withheld the insult, her eyes flaring up in whimsical glaze as her sentence came to a smooth halt. He smirked as she pushed herself closer towards him, her stance passionate and inviting, rather slutty in his case and oh so amusing … That’s a tad suggestive? he mused, contemplating whether to rape her here and leave her pride for dust; however he decided against the idea, preying eyes on her dainty fangs She looks like she could give a nasty nip, he thought, a scoff raising through his throat, as he breathed marginally harder so the smell of congealed meat rushed her nose.

He gave her an amorous look as the female played on his imagination, the next few words coated in flirtatious tendencies, indeed it sparked his curiosity; yet her intentions where bleak. Bitch, I wish I knew why she was doing this he thought as his eyes rolled lightly at her desirable wink, pulling himself from getting caught in her devilishly tempting web of fake love. Her rump followed to the earth as she sat before him, her waves of tantalizing speech finally at a close, a sweet grin adorned upon her perfect maw.
He felt like drooling slightly, the sensation tingling in the back of his throat before he pulled away from the notion. He growled deeply to himself, as if slapping his senses, muzzle opening to reply but no words of lyrical chocolate flowing forth.

He snapped his head back to the side gaining composure, trying to hide his hesitation from her demon eyes as a dark, sarcastic grin played on his features “My, my, someone’s eager” He slowly brought his head back to hers, stepping forward with an intimidating stance, pushing their noses together in soft pain ”Yet, I do apologize for not being able to succumb to your needs, my /Darling/, feel free to stay for a while. But I must be on my way and away from sluts like yourself.” he gave a slick smirk, his iconic stamp, before releasing the pressure between their muzzles; noticing how adoringly sweet she smelt.
He scoffed deeply, watching her eyes glow as he backed up a few paces before prowling towards the sun drenched lake ahead. He turned after a few steps cocking his head to the side “However If I do need you, ill just give you a howl” he purred darkly, returning to his walk towards the sky tainted waters, hoping he had insulted her enough to keep her away, but still bracing himself if things began to get a tad painful.

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[Pandora]

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/23sdfle.png] Pandora’s eyes widened as the brute pushed his muzzle against hers. She could feel his breath right up close to her, itching her skin and making her want to vomit. It was disgusting to be that close to such an inferior creature, a stupid, ignorant Cosmia. They weren’t worth anything and she should kill him on the spot however, she hesitated, letting him speak his poisonous words. Surely, the vile things that he spat out were cruel but they did nothing to unnerve her. She was in a bad mood as it was and in calling her a slut he had set off something entirely new. She certainly wasn’t going to play fair any more and he would have to deal with it. The scumbag, she thought angrily, letting her lip curl up in disgust. They were all idiots and none of them were worth her time. If only she could find another white Drea, someone who understood her and knew how she felt about everything. As the brute broke away she laughed haughtily and then slid her forelegs down, letting her head rest on her paws. Her wings lay limply at her sides and her tail curled around her hind paws, covering them. She blended into the white rock quite nicely and only her beady golden eyes could be seen. Even in this light they were clearly filled with hatred for all living things other than herself. Even the way she looked at the rock below her seemed to be filled with hate. It was the only thing she ever felt to anything aside from herself and other white Drea and that’s the way she was. It’s the best way to live, she thought, smirking slightly at her intelligence. A vicious snarl escaped her maw as he spoke again. And each time he spoke it began to become louder and louder. Suddenly, as the brute began to walk away she stood up angrily and bark ferociously at him. “You think I’m a slut?” she roared, her whole body shaking with the pure anger she was hurtling towards the Cosmia. “You think I’d ever let one of your kind get their filthy paws on me?” Still the insults were hurled at him and she spat at him, her voice filled with cruelty and malice. “Oh no,” she barked, started to walk towards him, her wings flaring up as they mirrored her anger. “You howl and I’ll run Cosmia, you know why? Because you are not worth it. Your kind should have been extinguished years ago and one day, they will be. One day all that’ll be left are the white Dreas and we will not take pity on you.” Her ivories flashed and she snarled madly. He had taken this one too far… "pandora speaks" pandora thinks Words: 463 Puppet: Pandora Audience: Demetrius Notes: sorry for the wait Seth

[Demetrius]

Pure undiluted evil he thought. Trying to prevent the surge inside him from welling up, the type that makes you want to fall to the ground and burst like a water balloon.
Demetri liked it, no, loved it.
Her passion and fierceness, such beauty masking a poison soul; She was a mesmerizing dance of black and white. Her haunting picture still stuck in his mind, when she just sat there, wishing the world would die through eyes of hard gold, as her kind laughed at the flames. The stagnant smirk was beginning to lapse over his maw again, watching her twist and drive her words like a lunatic for a legacy that had no future.
Oh, what she was saying was utter bullshit to him; it was the way she was saying it – he never met another so disillusioned with her own life, and in a way, she reminded him so much of himself.
- And wanted to save her from it.
He too was brainwashed. Believing Cosmian’s where the ultimate race, and all others to be torn asunder beneath their might and integrity. The mere thought of it giving him a headache.

She is one of the most irritating wolves I have ever met

[/i] he mused candidly and yet, one of the most compelling. Demetri admitted to himself, as a smooth growl of frustration curled up within his thought, humming with the airs vibration. A deep, soothing laugh then came forth from his vocals as he looked down to his paws, watching her slowly as he pulled one up towards his face ”I’m sorry lassie, but it doesn’t look filthy to me” he said rather paced, with a quizzical look, knowing full well what she meant but lightly mocking her for it.

He then composed himself, looking into her eyes as jowls parted slightly – ready to play his side of the game that he was totally oblivious of. He decided to oppose her, almost half-heartedly, wondering if it was worth his time and patience to pull the delusion out of her.
His speech rolled out slowly, only adding to the tense situation.
”How can you expect “ He began ”to be a superior race if you have wings but cannot fly.” he looked to her wings, fluffed out like she had been struck by lightning You have no powers but huge ego’s – which, might I add, maybe the thing weighing you down he paused, gauging her reaction before continuing his vindictive parade ”What actually makes your race better? You have nothing as an advantage apart from being utterly stubborn and foolishly angry” The tension almost threatened him as he took his last breath of speech”If anything , the Drea’s are a failure of a race… Along with the Cosmian’s” He halted, watching her on dangerous boundaries. Not knowing what to expect from her.

Seems to me, that ive just made things far, far worse[/i]




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[Taiyo]

[th] Might the sky broke and fell on top of the white beauty she would not have noticed, everything was blocked out, her eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. "Water!" she breathed. Yes water everywhere, from the sides to the very brim of her paws. "Oh my lord..." the pretty femme exclaimed. Her beautiful blue orbs filled with joy and blissful memories, her tail wagging furiously. How many days have it been since she had been near a body of water? The white female flexed her claws in the water, feeling, savoring the feel of water rushing in between her paw pads. One step at a time she advanced deeper into the waters of Ama'Deth. The sunlight reflected on the waters highlighted the pretty female's features, beautifully laced with blue marks on her paws and on her eye. Her slim body with a beautiful waist that curves seductively, matched with a white foamy colored pelt. She is the one known as Adalia, the slim beauty who hides her emotions. Though brimming with happiness nothing was seen on her face, her straight feminine face as still as ever, as emotionless as ever. She is the one who was known to have a tongue as sharp as dagger, who wields words as her weapon and water as her sheild. The seductive Docia wadded into the water till knees length, savoring the feel of water currents sliding past her legs. Closing her eyes she focused on the water. The surface of the clear liquid rippled and a drop of water formed from its surface. Floating towards Adalia, the slim beauty parted her muzzle to roll her rosy pink tongue out. Gently licking the sides of the bubble of water she sipped up the life saving liquid. Oh how she love the taste of the mineral mixed waters, she turned around, splashing water all over her body. Her blue orbs focused on two figures by the side of the river conversing.. no arguing with each other. Adalia who was a quiet creature, didn't announce her presence, and instead she watched with curiosity, watching and taking in information. "Adalia speaks..." Adalia thinks... Word Count: 351 Muse: Bleh :/ Tags: Demetrius , Pandora OOC: D: horrible post... mind if I pop in? [atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=width,400,true] [bg=black]