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[darkaire]

[ ooc: Yes...she comes from a very short family. So about 5'...which would make her a full foot shorter. *snort* ]


She felt the chuckle before she heard it. Feeling it was safe to move a bit more, she placed her tiny paws on his shoulders and pulled herself up enough to tilt her head down, trying - in vain once again - to catch those eyes again. Her face reflected a touch of confusion, but soon it shifted back into mirth. She bounced on top of him, feeling his ribs move slightly to allow for her weight. She slipped off his back and mimicked his position - in a more comfortable way - on the ground, directly in front of him. Her nose hovered a mere inch or two from his, eye boring into his eyelids.

She waited.

[xylon]

OOC: Lol. MIDGET WEASEL~!

The wolf did not open his eyes, however, turning over onto his back. The beast looked for all the world as if he was sleeping, enjoying the calmness of the forest and listening to the leaves blow across the soft ground.

[darkaire]

[ ooc : shush, you'll hurt her feelings, her mother was only 5'4" ]

After a few minutes of watching him on his back, her patience gave out. A paw disappeared into her clothes, then came back out with yet another nut. With great care, she reached out and set it down oh-so-carefully on his nose. As she drew her paw away, it balanced on the first try. Ritari tilted her head and rolled over onto her back, pawing at the air in boredum. This wolf was ... fun at times. Boring most of it.

[xylon]

OOC: *Xylon swears and inches away*

The wolf did not panic when he felt something on his nose, knowing the weasel would not attack. He moved his snout slightly, rolling the object into his mouth and feeling it. It was a pebble or acorn of sorts. Then the traveler turned his head sideways again, the pale, blue eyes snapping open. They did not glare this time, however; they were friendly, not hostile at all. Spitting the item back out at the beast lying parallel to him, the wolf grinned.

[darkaire]

Her paws were already in the air, so it was no trouble to bat away the nut. Well, it wouldn't have been if he hadn't opened his eyes. If she hadn't been frozen because of them. The tiny projectile landed square on her head, and she yelped, immediately sitting up and pawing at her face with a pout. She searched the leafy floor for the offending object and curled her paw around it, swiveling to lob it back at his face...but froze again. Even though his eyes held no malice, they still chilled her. She had only ever met eyes like that once, and she held no good memories from it. She made a face in responce to his grin and plucked a leaf from the ground, releasing it over his eyes.

"Keep those things to yerself, beast. How come you have such like those anyway? Don't see too many with that color," her words were mumbled, and she seemed to be avoiding a particular word. Also his eyes. She was avoiding those, too.

[xylon]

The wolf sat up, discontented by the weasel's reaction. "What's wrong? Do I scare you," he added, the grin creasing into a smirk.

[darkaire]

"Me? Scared of an old thing like you?" she forced a slight laugh. No, she wasn't scared of him. She was scared of his eyes, and the memories they unintentionally brought with them. As if to prove her point, she turned herself to face him, arms cross, eyes staring in a challenge into his. She wouldn't have done so had he not questioned her. Ritari scowled at his smirk, delicate features twisting into something not-so-attractive. "Don't misjudge me, wolf," she nearly spat, anger flaming again due to the thoughts pummeling her awareness, "I do not frighten easily."

[xylon]

The wolf's fangs were evident, now, glistening in the sunlight. "No, I bet you don't," he said, turning to look at the sun wallowing through countless leaves above them and putting his claw behind him on the ground for steadiness. "But fear is a natural thing. And something about me provokes that natural thing," the beast relied with a hint of curiosity.

OOC: Yay for someone who makes RPing fun again...

[darkaire]

[ ooc: you really know how to charm a woman ]


The weasel made several impudent faces behind his back and various gestures. The nerve! She eyed the paw he was using for support and considered spitting on it. Or stomping on it. Or better yet, shoving her dagger through it. That'd teach him. It'd also probably get her too injured to make it to any form of civilization, which would result in her death. And a foolish as she may be, she isn't going to provoke death. She took several deep breaths and decided on a different strategy.

Rit leaned forward, muzzle brushing his ear softly, words low and murmured. "The only fear you'd provoke in someone is the fear of being bored to death by a stodgy, dusty old wolf."

[xylon]

OOC: 1. Yes, he does He knows how to, slowly and subtley... 2. "various gestures" Oh, no, you dih-int! 3. ...Is her new "strategy" what I think it is?

The wolf chuckled softly, looking sideways at the weasel before turning his eyes back to the foliage. "Yes, well, I'm still young in wolf years. I'm not even mid-aged yet."

[darkaire]

[ ooc: 2. Oh ye-es she DID! Whatchoogonnadoaboutiteh? 3. she's just being...immature. But uh, if it happens to create some sort of awkward situation...did I mention I love awkward situations? ]


She felt the fur on the back of her neck stand up as those eyes hit her again. The feeling made her quite irritable, so she took it out on the wolf. Rit shoved him - quite hard - and glowered. "Well, I still think you're stodgy, dusty and boring!"

[xylon]

OOC: 2. i'magonnakickaherarumparightaoutaMossflower! 3. Me too, lol.

The mottled creature felt himself thumped on again, but luckily the weight was in a place he could cope with. The wolf bent around gracefully, coming back to shove at the weasel playfully, but didn't actually look at her.

OOC: But the eye thing is a problem...*runs to S-Mart to get sunglasses*

[darkaire]

[ ooc: 2. oh noes! 3. well, those eyes would help uh, ease her into an awkward situation. or, if he just mentions that she seems to have a problem with his eyes...she'll make sure to be fine with them for a little while ]

Ritari toppled over, landing on her side. "Now that's just no fair! Using your overweight self to bully poor me around. What would your ma think of you, bullying girls so?" She huffed and grabbed at his belt, tugging hard. Now she was just frustrated and wanting to take it out on something. The wolf was the only thing around, and he wasn't going to budge. Unless...she started poking around his side, searching for something to make him cave. A ticklish spot, or a still-tender scar perhaps. Or just something to take from him. He was getting boring again.

[xylon]

The wolf's eyelids dropped a little. "Just because you're a midget doesn't mean I'm-" he was cut off, feeling the weasel jab at his armpit and flinched, laughing.

[darkaire]

"You're a what? A tall, gangly, dusty giant? I'd agree," she pulled herself up by his belt and attacked him relentlessly with her poking, fascinated by the way his face looked when he laughed. It didn't quite look right to her so she stopped. He looked more natural when he was drowsy...or snarling. Not laughing. So she started going through his belt instead.