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Post by webby on Jun 11, 2009 15:50:58 GMT -5
Ever since his defeat in combat with his father, Onisim had taken to brooding. That defeat had left him sorely bruised - not phyiscally, but mentally. He was used to winning fights; after all, that was effectively what Onisim was made for. It was what he did best. Unfortunately, it seemed to be what Duke did best too. Onisim knew that the reason why he'd lost the fight was because Duke had had much more experience than him, but he had hoped that the advantage of youth would over come that.
As such thoughts crossed through Onisim's mind, he let his feet take him where they wanted. He found himself being led to the heathland, for some unknown reason. Although it was dark, because dusk had fallen, his natural spacial-awareness and agility meant that he was able to walk without concentrating, and not trip up. Soon, the coarse grasses of the Heathland were rubbing against the fur on his stocky legs, and he could smell delicious scents of spring buds opening in the air.
Through the darkness he could make out the sight of a white flower in the distance, which seemed almost to glow with the moon's light. Out of vague interest, he wandered towards it. Upon reaching the flower, he discovered that several of them were growing on a scrub-bush, and producing a delicate smell. He stuck his snout forwards, right in front of where one of the buds was opening, in order to smell the scent more strongly - however, he found that instead he inhaled a copious volume of pollen. AaaaaCHOO! His loud, roaring sneeze filled the silent night. [/size] |
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Post by crimson on Jun 14, 2009 15:03:32 GMT -5
Atreo chuckled as he watched the Alpha’s spawn sneeze, spring had brought so many gayeties to this boring life. Even if it was some royal sneezing, things were to boring to let anything pass. He probably should be a little more pleasant to the royal after all he wanted to be something a bit more…higher of rank to say it pleasantly. He had thought of murdering but that would leave too much behind, it could get him framed and anyway it would mess his coat.
He stood, his movements making the grass crunch. He changed his stance slightly before sitting in such a way that the other could see him. “Evening” he said, his voice holding something, possibly a taunting tone but it was lathered in the layers of his pride and not even he could guess what it was. He sat pondering it for a few seconds before returning his attention to the present.
A soft spring breeze blew in from the south; it carried the scent of all the spring things that one could assume to be in a breeze of that sort. The first young of the season, the elk, so tender, their flesh soft and tantalizing. Just the thought of it made his mouth begin to water, though he knew he wasn’t hungry, he had just eaten.
”So what does the night bring tonight?” Whether or not the other could make sense of that he didn’t really care, he didn’t even know if he knew what it meant himself. He was just trying to be polite.
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Post by webby on Jun 17, 2009 8:50:32 GMT -5
ooc;
sorry it took me a while to reply, had a busy few days.
bic;
Onisim's ears were still ringing slightly from the sound of his sneeze when he heard a voice come from somewhere behind him. Evening. Although it was clear from the wolf's scent, mingling in the air with the pollen from the pestiferous white flowers, that he was a Falling Moon, Onisim didn't immediately recognise the newcomer. Turning quickly round however, he realised that he recognised the wolf's face. The name Atreo also came to mind, although Onisim couldn't say he knew this wolf very well at all.
"Er, sneezes I suppose," the bulky wolf replied in his usual, slightly guarded manner. He'd never been a wolf of great words, and generally preferred actions over conversations. However, he supposed that since he wasn't exactly busy, he wouldn't mind talking to Atreo for a bit. He seemed polite enough. Adding onto what he previously said, Onisim continued, "I was just thinking, really. How about you?" What Onisim said wasn't exactly clear but he wasn't the best at explaining himself.
The alpha's son padded on heavy paws a further few steps forward towards Atreo before sitting down, lively spring grasses flattened under his mahogany coloured coat. His dark eyes, coal-coloured in the dim light of dusk, were watchful of the other wolf, but there was little emotion to be read upon them. His facial features rarely gave away much.
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