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May 27, 2007 20:18:10 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 27, 2007 20:18:10 GMT -5
The wolf cringed again when she started to poke more, but quickly turned around and playfully pushed out again, trying to knock the beast over. "What's your name, young one?"
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May 27, 2007 20:20:23 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 27, 2007 20:20:23 GMT -5
"Noneo'yerbusiness, old one," she mumbled, dodging his push and curling her body around his waist to reach the other side of his belt, paws expertly picking at things and moving on, uniterested until she came to a tiny vial of liquid. She plucked it from its spot and wiggled it at his face. "What's this, stodgy wolf?"
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May 27, 2007 20:25:30 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 27, 2007 20:25:30 GMT -5
The wolf's eyes widened slightly when they saw the bottle and the beast seemed flustered a little. "Uh, medicene..." he said, trying to snatch the vial of dark liquid back.
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May 27, 2007 20:28:30 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 27, 2007 20:28:30 GMT -5
She noticed his eyes widen and drew the vial back before he could touch it. She slithered away from him a bit and ran the little glass bottle between her paws, enjoying the feel of the cool and smooth surface on her worn pads. "Really? What's it cure?" her question slipped out in a bit of a purr, which happened every so often when she actually gained the upper hand of a situation.
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May 27, 2007 20:36:57 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 27, 2007 20:36:57 GMT -5
OOC: You have a fun character. Very human. But how did you know he was 6ft tall? I don't think that was in the bio before you said it...?
The wolf's teeth were clenched, grinding a little, his face twitching every few seconds. The mottled creature squeezed out a strained reply, his eyes fixated upon the vial. "Uh...er...fevers..." The wolf's mind was churning. It wouldn't do either of them any good if the weasel found out it was wildcat blood. The traveler, as was instinctive and customary of his kind, sometimes kept trophies of specific kills, whether that be in the form of blood or...organs...Thank Martin I don't have my haversack with me...
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May 27, 2007 20:45:25 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 27, 2007 20:45:25 GMT -5
[ ooc: thankee. I spend a lot of time developing my characters before I use them, so I try to make them as real as I can. They're easier to play. As for the 6'...I followed the link in your profile, read Xylon's bio at that site and saw that it said "about 6'" I figured he'd be the sameish height. Was I wrong? I only mentioned it ooc so as not to effect the thread if I was wrong...and I just assumed he was taller than Ritari...since everyone else is. ]
She shot him an impish look over the vial, then stared back at the dark liquid rolling around. It seemed so thick and vile. Of course, most medicine she knew was exactly that. She wrinkled her nose and moved closer, carefully sliding it back into the same spot she found it. Medicine for fevers were boring. It should have been something more exciting.
It took her exactly 1.3 seconds before she began to finish her exploration of his belt, thin body winding its way back around his waist, ending up where she started, partially draped over his lap before she dragged the rest of her body into a lounge position. "You can't be a healer, you move too much like a fighter," she commented simply, eyes wide as they looked up at him.
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May 27, 2007 20:54:49 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 27, 2007 20:54:49 GMT -5
OOC: No, he is 6ft. I started out my char. with a set persona, then he developed naturally through the RPs here and on my site. I think this thread is my favorite though, for now at least. Not much violence, mostly close character interaction.
The wolf let out a small sigh, relieved the weasel had not inquired further about the liquid. He was about to look back at her, but thought better of it, swiftly moving his eyes to the ground as to not disturb the young traveler. "Well, I carry some things with me for non-serious injuries and such." The beast spoke automatically, though, the pale eyes clouding over as he thought about what the weasel had said. Fighter. The creature felt a pang of shame for a moment, remembering how he had nearly killed the teen before him. Ah, he told himself, she dodged that attack nevertheless.
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May 27, 2007 21:03:46 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 27, 2007 21:03:46 GMT -5
[ ooc: yeah, not everything has to be violence...it is good to have, but not at all times ]
Her eyes rolled as she heard the autopilot click on in his words. And he was avoiding her eyes again. Sure, they bothered her, but how was she ever going to get used to them if he didn't look at her? She didn't notice that the wolf had the faint scent of shame - since shame was one of the easiest feelings to scent - but if she had, she would have been confused. Rit had already forgotten about the attack, and she hadn't known if would have been life threatening.
She was much too simple and carefree for thoughts such as those. Right now, all she cared about was getting used to those chilling eyes. There might be more beasts with eyes like his, and she needed to get over her stupid fear. Shifting quickly onto her knees, her paws snaked out to grab either side of his face and attempt to turn it towards her, a mock scowl on her face. "Would you look at me when you talk to me? It's rude not to," she gave him a withering look and then tweaked his ear again.
[ ooc: eheheh you said this was your favorite thread. glad I could make such an impression on my first thread here ]
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May 27, 2007 21:14:45 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 27, 2007 21:14:45 GMT -5
The wolf's line of thought was interrupted by two soft paws grabbing hold of his snout and whisking it to face the weasel. He was inwardly embarressed at being caught pondering on the incident, and at first he averted his eyes from hers but, after processing what she had said, turned them back. "Sorry..."
OOC: Like I said, you and your char. are very fun to RP with.
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May 27, 2007 21:19:27 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 27, 2007 21:19:27 GMT -5
[ ooc: *grinsmirk* I aims to please ]
Completely lost as to the change in the wolf's manner, she left her paws there for a moment, staring into his eyes with a passion to overcome the inky fear that was already causing her to taste bile. She blinked a few times, then smooshed her face closer, determined to overcome it, forgetting for the moment that the wolf was actually...you know...aware of what was going on. And might object to having her face that close. Her light breathing brushed over his whiskers as she absorbed the color of his eyes. So lost was she in this absolute battle of inner will that she froze, sinking into her own mind for the moment until disturbed.
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May 27, 2007 21:27:23 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 27, 2007 21:27:23 GMT -5
The wolf was still, his mouth hanging open slightly. He was confused at what was happening there on the forest floor. The beast was feeling something he had not felt before. A strange feeling, one that made him both sick to his stomach and joyful at the same time. He was confused by this emotion and the fact that the reddish-brown face kept coming closer, staring deeply into his pale eyes.
OOC: ...This is getting really deep. But it's different from the other "deep" RP moments I've had. In this one, I'm not emo!
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May 27, 2007 21:39:11 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 27, 2007 21:39:11 GMT -5
[ ooc: hah, another emo player! high fives for you, then. I tend to torture my children *purrs and pets Ritari* ]
The weasel finally let go with a loud exhale and flopped back into the leaves, sending them everywhere. One paw scrubbed furiously at her watering eyes. They had been open long enough that they air had stung them, and now she whined and writhed on the forest floor in pain. "Fwaah, your eyes are blinding me. Why couldn't you have had brown eyes like everyone else?" she whined some more, and finally stopped writhing, noticing suddenly that she must seem childish.
She sat up quickly with one last rub of her eyes and stared at him remorsefully. I must seem horribly rude. I'm s-" she choked on the word, swallowed it and crossed her arms. Why was about to apologize? She didn't need to. "I'm such a child," she rephrased her sentence with another impish grin. "I get distracted easily."
As if to emphasize her point, she dived at his belt again, head and paws hovering around his stomach before she plucked out another vial and uncorked it, sniffing lightly. "What's this one?"
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May 27, 2007 21:47:48 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 27, 2007 21:47:48 GMT -5
OOC: ...Oh my God. *runs away screaming* Do you have school tomorrow?
The traveler let go of the feeling, turning his head at the creature rolling around on the ground. "Well, wolves don't have normal eyes. My father's are..." The words fell away, as if caught in his throat, but the beast shook his head and looked at the vial she had presented him with and enquired about. "That's Golden Sap. It's the essence of a weed that grows on a place called the Island, in the west. I don't know what properties it has, but I just took a sample."
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May 27, 2007 21:54:42 GMT -5
Post by darkaire on May 27, 2007 21:54:42 GMT -5
[ ooc: no, but since it's memorial day, I might end up the victim of a random drive-by kidnapping. my friends are so demanding sometimes /sigh ]
She sniffed again, deeper this time, and capped the vial, blinking off the dizziness. But it didn't go away. She bit her lip and uncapped it again, sniffing a few more times. By the time she held it up to the wolf, her eyes were glazed slightly. "Smell!" she demanded. "It's nice," a loose smile played on her lips as she tried her best pleading face. She had completely missed his partial comment about his father - which should make him happy.
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May 27, 2007 21:59:24 GMT -5
Post by xylon on May 27, 2007 21:59:24 GMT -5
OOC: Lol. How late'r you gonna stay on?
The wolf, relieved again, this time that the weasel had not noticed his partial note, took a sniff at the liquid. "Your right," he commented, not bothering to turn his eyes from her's this time. The traveler was unwittingly coming to like this new creature. She was young...and full of life.
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