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 Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 10:53 pm
Spring was a time of growth; wolves were finding mates, puppies were being born, all among the soft breeze of May.
Piper snorted. It was like some sappy romance novel where, at the end, the prince gets the princess and they have fifteen children to be heir of the throne.
She strode from one boundary line to the next, hardly lifting her nose to smell alpha after alpha's scent. She wasn't afraid -- that was her problem. Well, one of them.
The other one was her sad obsession with beauty, which was, of course, denied. It wasn't that she thought herself beautiful... No. It was everyone else -- especially the brutes -- that she lusted after. And lusted was the right word, her heart not playing a part in this little spring game.
She had to keep her eyes open for the perfect male...or three. She'd be happy with a few boyfriends willing to lend a paw -- among other things -- to her in need.
She just never expected she'd meet someone as cocky as herself.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 6:33 am
Iofiel enjoyed the spring time. The wretched cold of snow and slush had seemed to have parted for good, and a new warmth surrounded the land. Though the evenings and mornings could still be cool, for the most part the weather was much to the silken furred wolf's liking. There was a sense of anticipation that lingered within the air - birds sang melodies at one another, chasing each other through the woods canopy while the musky scents of various males vied for the attention of the ladies.
Spring did indeed signal the 'proper' time for rebirth; mates came together and in a few weeks all the lust and twitterpated antics of one another would be replaced by the silly and somewhat stupid antics of children! Despite the lust that ran through the season, the violet and grey coated wolf enjoyed spring for its climate more than the attentions of others. He could get attention anytime, anywhere, any place by either male or female, neither which he preferred over one another.
Attenton was attention, regardless of the gender.
But the young wolf was a picky sort and very conceited. He was a prince to a pack long since broken and the special attention he had once received as a born heir had not died with the pack. Someday it would be reborn, someday he would claim territory and finally settle to rule just as his father had before. But Iofiel was young yet even for an adult and one couldn't rule a territory as a pack of one. . .
Ah, but there was no rush for the male. The lands he traveled were far from his home and the woods were new. He found himself to be admired by many and understood that gathering a troupe would be easy. The tricky part came in finding loyal companions, in finding others who were worthy of his attention and time. If Iofiel were to settle and truly settle, he didn't want to rush about his business.
He was a prince, thank you, and no one was going to change that.
Trotting easily through the underbrush, the fluffy male paused now and then to sort through the variety of scents tossed his way. Wolves were everywhere in this woods which both pleased and frustrated him - the more packs meant more competition for space and the more of a nobody he would be! Worse, the more wolves in an area and the more idiots, fools and inferior creatures he'd have to sort and pick through.
A shame, really.
But someday that would change. . . oh yes, he would make his name known sooner than later and all would want to join his realm. All it would take is a little time.
A flash of white drew his attention, causing the wolf to pause in his investigations. Thinking of inferiors seemed to draw them out of the woodwork as if he had signaled them. Whoever it was, the creature was young and, presumably, stupid. To make matters worse the young wolf's coat was hardly anything to look at twice. . . . A small, self-assured smirk settled upon his features as he waited for this other to take notice of him. And the wolf, his nose claimed was female, would for one reason or another - he surely was beautiful enough but furthermore no creature should be so stupid so as to overlook their surroundings.
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2008 10:53 am
The young female hardly considered herself a princess, or a queen for that matter. It was alpha-to-be, thank you very much. Or b***h, to those who were her enemies. b***h wasn't bad.
She nibbled at a small berry, slightly wrinkles and insanely sour, snorting as she caught scent of another wolf. Immediately, her back bristled and her head whipped up. Seeing the lavender-pelted wolf, she nearly tripped over her own paws. He was a looker...
And he knew it, obviously, by the smug look on his face.
A definite prince, and perhaps a keeper if his arrogance didn't get in her way. Her coat smoothed out and the short, huffy breaths she'd jumped to became long and easy, as if she had not a care in the world.
Slowly, Piper sauntered over to him, puffing out her chest and picking up her feet in a strut that said, "Look at me, I'm what you want baby." Or so she hoped.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 3:57 pm
Iofiel watched, bemused, as the young adolescent approached. He was young but no spring chicken and didn't miss the gait of the white and blue pelted femme. The way she sauntered, the way she moved and even the scents radiating from her body all demanded admiration. Perhaps with age and refinement she might catch his eye, though Iofiel was doubtful. Pretty as she obviously thought she was didn't mean, though fairly tolerable, it wasn't nearly enough to tempt him.
Not yet at least.
Iofiel allowed his gaze to settle coolly upon the young wolf. She was green beneath the gills, new, inexperienced and something he honestly didn't want to waste his time around. But where else was he to go? He could turn and leave without feeling remorse, he could ignore her and turn tail, but perhaps today he'd attempt to knock her off her pedestal. He was here first after all so it was the white witch that should be the one to allow him his space.
His smirk grew, bemusement dancing in his gaze. One breath, two and the wolf quite suddenly yawned. Turning his head, he smoothed down a patch of fur upon his shoulder before gazing elsewhere. His entire body language screamed boredom and uninterested and he made sure the young wolfess read the signals loud and clear.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 11:41 pm
She opened her maw just as he yawned. He yawned at her. Bored and uninterested her tail! Piper felt the uncertainty and anger growl in her gut, boiling like lava. He was ignoring her. Her!...not that she was anything to him.
Yet.
With her head held proud and her tail flagging behind her, quite like a husky and way too high, she strode towards him, each step deliberate. He wouldn't ignore her...and she wouldn't grant him the space he rightfully deserved.
Gold eyes gleaming, she sat down right in front of him, smaller by several inches and probably forty pounds. But she was a woman on a mission...
"Pardon, but I couldn't help but notice the look you gave me a few seconds earlier..." Her voice started soft, but grew harder with each word.
Yes, he was definitely grating on her nerves... He wasn't even affected by her charm -- and she did have charm, if she did say so herself.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 12:38 am
Iofiel continued to ignore the white and blue wolfess, though he was alert and ever ready to jolt away should she turn unstable and aggressive. He paused to admire a passing butterfly, whose splash of bright and gorgeous colour and graceful flight made its beauty unparalleled. A lovely insect, something actually worth a moment of his time.
Ah, but the dog that sat beside him wasn't one to be ignored. Taking a moment to lean down and groom his tail tip, he allowed Piper a slight flick of his ear, though it wasn't so much to pay attention to her, oh no. . .it was more to dislodge a little itch that just so happened to conveniently strike.
Finally, after turning to better study the femme beside him, Iofial gave a little cant of his head. His eyes glittered with amusement as he contemplated how best to respond to the wolf. So she thought she was a hot little number, did she? Certainly not worth his time . . or at least much of it. Let her get frustrated, let her growl and snarl. . . she was nothing to him but a little pup trying too hard to be something she wasn't. "Oh? And what look was that, sweetheart? Your delusion ed fantasy that I'd care enough to bother with a pup like you? Or did you actually happen to catch my minute gaze of disinterest?"
His velvet voice was cool and composed and without regret or remorse. He was being honest. . . . Iofiel didn't play with toys he didn't like or fancy. And right now, Piper was coming up short.
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