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 Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 7:17 pm
Private RP between Novablu’s Caesium Brightshade and Koiasi’s Kirella  
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 7:18 pm
The summer heat was slowly but surely fading, taking with it the humidity that made the air as thick as breathing underwater and the way the hot sun that baked the earth until it was cracked and split and crying for rainfall. Skeletally transparent paws padded nearly silent over said hard earth, claws digging into the baked soil as he tamped down browned grass in desperate need of watering. Pallid lavender eyes skimmed over bushes as Caesium Brightshade slinked out of the field and into a largely wooded area, his long kirin tail flicking behind him much like an irritated cat’s might. Ears swiveled back and forth, taking in the sound of birdsong--or rather, an annoying high pitched shrieking sound coming from a rather fat blue jay in the tree up ahead.
“Shut it, would you?” Cae snapped, rearing back to rake claws down the young birch, dragging deep claw marks into the wood, effectively causing the jay to let out one last ‘skree’ and take flight. He flicked his ears back for a moment before grinning, though his jaw was split too wide to look natural, and he continued on his way. He was a large stallion, built strong and leanly muscled from running through the territory his pack called home, bigger than most kirin-blooded males his age. He was young and he was handsome--and he knew it. That was the problem. The wild-blooded wolfkin was full of himself, not at all humble. Cocksure and temperamental at the best of times, Cae wasn’t one to mess with. He’d been in plenty of fights growing up--especially with a certain sheepdog--and each win made him bolder.
And when it came to mares… Well, Caesium was the heartbreaking type. Smooth and swift and quick to woo the prettiest girls, to make them feel like they were his entire world--only to run after he spent the night. Not because he was afraid of commitment--but because he was just an a*****e. A love-em and leave-em type, through and through; in fact, the only person who he was genuine with was his little sister Bismuth. The rest of the pack got to deal with his fickle ways. He was definitely the odd one out, but karma was a b***h and it would bite him back some day.
Ears pricking at the sound of trickling water--he knew he was in the vicinity of a river--Cae strutted forwards, looking every part the picture of well-bred perfection as he came upon the river bank, pink-tipped tail carried almost parallel with his spine, a dominant trait. With a little hop, he leapt the river and then dipped his paws into the current, cool against the summer heat, and began to quench his thirst when he smelled it.
Or rather--her. A mare’s scent, and by the smell of it… Wolf? He cocked his head, gaze dancing over the territory that was no longer his home. With a smirk, he started to follow the scent of said mare. It was time to have a little fun.
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