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 Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 8:23 pm
((Rp set up before Debora and Haemon’s meeting…actually when she just finished the prized deer pelt on her back.))
Standing on top of her pelt, she had already completed Isadora’s a while back, it was a means to peace offering, but that brute had showed his ugly mug and then that led to why she was making this pelt... feeding the rope through her expertly cut hole in the tanned hide Debora was concentrating solely on the craftsmanship of her trade.
That was most of her attention, even with her anger once again boiling from looking at those cocky yellow eyes of that stranger snuggling against her sister…
“Just stop thinking about it…you’ll ruin the pelt…great. Excellent. I’m talking to myself.” Debora, a young adult, and a daughter to the shaman of shadows and an expert skinner, the twin of darkness if you compared her to her sister (Isadora), grumbled to herself.
Looking up and around at the trees, there was only certain key points of being the wolf she was that Debora liked and those were her no-nonsense attitude, her attention to the surroundings, and her affection towards her mother’s trade. This female was tooth and claws compared to her sister who was the heart and soul of the twins, the duo had always balanced one another…
But Isa had to go and get all soft eyed for that idiot. He is so just going to use her…That’s why you need to get to the Goblin King. Stop lolly gagging around Debora. “I really need to stop thinking conversations with myself.” Debora grumbled blow the breath she let out and finished her loop. It’s gonna be another long night. The female felt herself think and growl.
She was going to go nuts if she didn’t find someone to talk to. Another actual wolf, but speaking with strangers was just not acceptable, wasn’t that the issue she had about Feros in the first place? He was a stranger and Isadora had just welcomed him to their kill like he was part of the family.
Debora’s hackles rose at the thought and she stepped back to prevent herself from ruining the near perfect skin. This was what would be put over her back. Keep the ebony fur on it glossy and even protect her back from another’s fang for a second or to more than a wolf without a skin.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:24 pm
Stryker was not the type of gentleman most wanted to meet. He was a womanizer, or so he thought. He had broken many hearts, and in turn it had given him a nasty reputation back home. Of course, home was gone now, and he felt no need to continue thinking about that.
It was time to start a new reputation, not that it would change too much from the first.
He wasn't like Feros, because Stryker longed for the thrill of the battle. He wanted to join the Goblin Kings ranks, and indeed he would. It was his current mission.
After the flirting with Piper had been unsuccessful, the male had felt rejected and sought out better company. He didnt feel the need to compete with Dasha AND Hurricane. Geez the girl had a following all right.
But she deserved it. She had been so hot, he wouldnt have minded getting with someone like her on a cold night.
Stryker was horrible with commitment, but it didnt mean he was incapable of it. He had just never had a reason to stick with one female. He was a flirt.. A charming, handsome flirt that wanted nothing more than another female in his den each night.
He had been looking for tonights companion, something he usually did in the twilight hours. He hated sleeping alone, and anothers company was always the perfect sleep aid.
It seemed not many were around tonight, but he supposed it was because the cold was still hanging in the air. It was snowing again this night, even. He noticed when a flake fell on his nose, and it forced a sneeze from him.
He saw the female, working the deer skin as if her life depended on it. She was talking, though he was quite positive no one else was around.
He looked around him, and seeing no one, stepped out from the shadows.
"You normally answer your own questions?"
He asked with a teasing voice.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 4:07 pm
The sound of another had got her ears to swivel backwards and upon hearing the other speak, she didn’t hesitate with a disapproving growl. “I didn’t ask any questions,” the dark femme stated crisply.
Icy blue eyes turned with their owner’s head to lock upon the black and blue male. He was dark yes, smelled of many other wolves too, though those were old scents and…she smelled the faint scent of a family member on this stranger’s pelt. The family member wasn’t one of her siblings or her father, but someone that was not far off of her immediate family, a cousin she betted.
The tone of the other’s voice obviously not having been taken into account either, though Debora did eye the other. It wasn’t an appraising eyeing one normally encountered with appraisal for mating or even a cold night fling, but the eyeing of one that was sizing up a possible threat.
Having been away from her mother and close family, her thoughts ever so often on Marion and her recklessness, the female also realized she was appraising the male’s pelt as if it was a trophy like one of the many her mother had from her darker seasons. That thought made Debora lower her eyes back to her deer pelt.
Fangs clamping down on the knotted rope, the black wolfess lifted the hide up and effortless had it on her back with the rope sliding down to settle around her neck. Changing hides was starting to come second nature to the young skinner, she had learned well from her mother and that was the only faint shot of pain in her eyes. She missed both her mother and sister, but wasn’t about to show it not now, not ever.
The dark twin, though having taken her eyes from the male, still had her attention locked on him with her ears. One thing her father had made clear was never let your surrounding sneak up on you, the night is deadly and the darkness, though a comfort can conceal others with a darker intent in life that what should exists.
Not even looking back, but an ear stuck on the male, Debora flicked her tail and started to move out of the clearing to the opposite side of where the male was standing. Yes, manner’s were suppose to be something she picked up from her parents, but she wasn’t the polite one of the twins and wasn’t about to put forth an effort with someone who seemed to be a traveler.
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