A Day In The Life...

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#000000; border-left: 40px solid #460702;] W A R R E N So Why Do Good Girls Like Bad Guys? -- His tail flicked from side to side as he emeged from the foilage. The grass beneath his paws- lush and alive, full of life and fresh licked with dew. His eyes were on a constant swivle watching the changing scapes for movement of hostile beings. Th airwas open and frexh with the scents of mother earth's beauteous spring, and the male wore gentle, and small smile on his lip. He swung his dome skyward observing the bright, and warming sun- a welcome friend in the silence of the moment. His pelt seemed to teem and breathe with the rays of the gentle heat. The ebon male continued about his path towards the centre of water h'd scented faintly only a few miles away. It was stronger now; why he came all this way for water: pack members, getting to better knwo the terrain of Carvanna, to stretch his legs. All Valid, and all true as far as anyone knew. The great body of water came shortly into view,a nd his smile grew by the centimeter as h neared the water. His fear of the unknown depths of the body made him tense up as he approached for his drink. Pink tongue thirstily lapped at the surface of the azure pool. His ears pricked high on his head as he drank litening for further activity around him. Text Thought Quote Speech

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She'd practically been to hell and back, and Nocte would be damned if she hadn't seen much in her long life. A goddess had sent her on a quest. She had battled a sloke, and fought through a wall of ice. She'd fought her own nature to protect her pack, and if that wasn't something, Nocte didn't know what was. She'd killed the demigod who'd killed her family, and her home. She'd assassinated a twun on orders, and ended up one herself. But if anyone ever asked Nocte if she regretted anything, the answer would be no.

The twun had padded further down the lake, her hunger quenched by the blood she had taken from her fire servant. Nocte had paused to ponder on these thoughts, staring into the beautiful depths of the lake, remembering back to her elemental days, when Lake Aria wasn't even called that. When air wolves sometimes jumped that lake with their powers just for fun, and twun hunting was practically a sport for some elemental wolves. Back when the gods freely walked amongst the packs, and there were more than earth, fire, water, and air.

Nocte let out a sigh, noticing a figure further way. She was downwind, and caught the scent of many unfamiliar wolves. This was a pack wolf, but what pack was he of? Cautiously, the twun took a few tentative and nearly silent steps forward, before casually walked up to him, knowing that pack territory could easily be reached from her position, with a bit of sprinting. Over the years, you learned a bit about distance and had surely practiced your running, especially if you still looked young.

"What pack are you from, wolf?" Nocte almost hissed, the honeyed undertone to her voice still there, despite how harsh she was. "I'd recommend you speak up- a pissed off twun isn't a sight that's very pretty. And you can piss me off pretty easily."

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#000000; border-left: 40px solid #460702;] W A R R E N So Why Do Good Girls Like Bad Guys? -- He lifted his head and dragged a slow yet plain gaze over to the female beast that addressed him in such a rude manner. Well dear, your kind was never very pretty to begin with, all you could possibly do is get uglier he remarked with a wide grin. Though in a conversation, it is typical for the gentleman to announce his name before the fae. I am Warren, Leiter of the Sangue raiders. You are? he remarked as he took a confident stride from the side of the lake surface. If anything this fae seemed quite hostile, and if it came to battle he didn't want to be at the point of his weakness. He surveyed to scene, and noted key points of his terrain, and possible field of battle. It was very green, and open, though the lake presented problems for his flames; so long as he could keep his opponent from the water he'd be in a position of advantage. Now his sparring partner, the fae, she was a lanky one, built for battle, obviously. Swift, probably, light on her feet perhaps, at least from what her build portrayed. He scoffed under his breaths, this was a joke. Depite the Twun's bloodlust, she was no match for tis demi-god. Text Thought Quote Speech