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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Mar 29, 2009 7:19:21 GMT -5
Flisk felt the wind rush through his fur as the flakes of snow began to soften. His eyes gleamed as he followed Trianna, whom was covered with mud, through the camp. He himself was covered in the same mud, so they looked absolutely rediculous. Flisk had no idea who howled the battle call, but he still followed Tria, knowing that it was for the best. Someday she would be his mate. He knew it inside himself that someday he would be able to tease her about it while licking her neck. Flisk rushed into Iver's den and the two of them began to drip mud everywhere.
"Iver!"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 29, 2009 13:31:05 GMT -5
(I edited your title so that it said "Des" in it, too, so Iver will be able to post  ) Away, away, her pawsteps urged her onward. The ringing of the calls was still echoing ominously in her ears. She blinked rapidly as she ran across her home camp, shaking and flicking her ears in irritation. It was of no use; she could not dispell the erratic howls of bloodlust from her stock-straight auds. The anxious, excitable fear was fresh and exponential within her. The thrill of battle was not ever pure or single-minded; it was a barrage of many emotions, a cluttered collage of feelings and instincts pulling every which way. Right now, the predominant ones were yanking young Trianna across the clearing and to the mouth of her alpha's den. Plastered thick with winter's last frost and spring's first muck, Iver would probably assume the rebellious neophyte had gotten herself into trouble once more, or had been sent here by elder warriors or seniors as punishment. She cleared her throat, pacing and jittery at the front of Iver's cavern. "Iver, Iver, we need to talk to you! Flisk and I heard battle calls--""AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"A cry of indigtation stunned the sky, a song that Iver would know well; a Siverian femme's determined battle howl. A particular fae he knew closer than perhaps his own brethen and pack. |
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Apr 13, 2009 15:03:02 GMT -5
He quietly listened to the wind howling, the battle howls growing stronger and stronger with each breath of himself. Shaking his small form, he licked his lips anxiously. Flisk moved closer to Trianna, trying to stop himself from shaking with shock. The way she had streaked off had almost terrified him. It was like she had ripped herself from his grasp of love and had forgotten he existed. Snuffling, he woofed.
"Iver...can we go?"
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Apr 16, 2009 12:00:49 GMT -5
(I don't think she's coming  ) |
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Post by ♫Flisk♫ on Apr 19, 2009 9:35:28 GMT -5
(Could you remind her to?  ) |
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Post by Sivoncé™ on Apr 19, 2009 11:19:15 GMT -5
(She doesn't sign on =P )
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