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Post by Persecutor Kaiju on Nov 10, 2017 16:23:59 GMT -5
"Are you dim?" One of the brutes spoke, and Alexro watched as the wolfess pressed her paw into his cheek, and he didn't move an inch as she spoke. His eyes closed as the female then released him, even though he stayed down for a minute to collect himself. With his eyes still shut, he pushed himself up onto his haunches and sat there before opening his eyes. "First, yes, I am dim. Second, I shall leave your territory now. Not in the mood to die just yet." Alexro stated as he got up and headed to the opposite side of the others, hopefully it would be the way out. He looked at the wolves, huffed, and headed out of the clearing.
-exit Alexro-
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Post by Meds on Nov 11, 2017 1:30:00 GMT -5
Kanga, Manaaki;
Amora said a few choice words to the scoundrel, even flexing her claws into his muzzle to make a point. The twins grinned wickedly behind her, mirrors of each other. It made them feel good, both of them, to know that they had fulfilled a duty to the pack. As a Warrior and a Scout, both felt they had equal reason to deal with tresspassers. In any case, Alexro seemed to get the point and scampered off soon enough—though not until he had agreed with Kanga that he was, in fact, dim. Kanga's ears flicked in amusement. Perhaps the male had been agreeing because of his trespassing, finally noticing the error of his ways—but it still made Kanga chuckle. Once the male ran off, Kanga's eyes followed him hungrily. Manaaki could almost hear his thoughts out loud.
"Oh go on," He chuckled, though the sound was some what cut short by an intake of breath as he put pressure on his injured paw. Kanga didn't notice, as he was distracted by Alexro's fading paw falls. He smirked, and with a flash of red and a surprisingly quiet breath of air, the giant was gone after the intruder.
-Exit Kanga-
Manaaki snickered quietly, then turned to Amora. "Those are some pretty wicked thorns you had there." He has planned on opening with something more interesting and less forward than that, but another twinge from the thorn stole his words. He chuckled and shook his head in gentle wonder, then sat down and indicated his now-bleeding paw, and tried to pull the needle loose with his teeth. He grimaced, only succeeding in pushing it in farther. He winced.
"With the barbs and everything, eh?"
His words were light, and a charmingly soft smile was playing around his mouth. Yes it hurt, more by the second, but who better than to get it out than the wolfess who had conjured it? Manaaki tried once more to get it out on his own, but his jaw was too large to get a proper hold, and his teeth too great for such fine work. He glanced to Amora with an uncharacteristically helpless light in his eyes. He half-glanced at his paw, then away in a comical mockery of aloofness. He turned his chin to the trees as of the pain was the least of his worries, but his eyes flicked back to her and his grin quirked upwards slightly. If she didn't help him he would just allow it to work itself out—but he wouldn't turn down her aid if she offered it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 12:39:32 GMT -5
Amora sighed and sat back on her haunches as Alexro ran off. An interesting end to an interesting conflict. One moment Alexro was cocky and confident, the next humble and afraid. Kanga was right to go after him. A wolf like that could’ve been acting, falsifying his apology before betraying their trust. It would be truly foolish to trust him. However Amora noticed something as Manaaki allowed his brother to drive out the lanky intruder. A sort of gasp or wince. What could’ve caused such a wolf as Manaaki to wince? Amora turned a curious eye to the silver twin. “Those are some pretty wicked thorns.” Ah, when his paw missed Alexro, one of her thorns must’ve hit his paw, lodging into his pad. Manaaki bent his neck down to grasp the thorn and pull it out, unsuccessfully. “With barbs and everything,” he laughed slightly. Amora raised a brow and stood to inspect it. ”You’re lucky I didn’t poison them.” She had been considering using a different type of thorn that would poison her prey, but she thought it too cruel. Punishment was one thing, but death was another. And she couldn’t be sure that only her enemy would be affected. Amora was thankful that she hadn’t laced her thorns, for if she had... ”Hold still,” She commanded, voice soft. She was an average sized wolf, but she was undoubtedly dwarfed by Manaaki. He was easily twice her size. She used her power to slim down the barbs, then used her teeth to grasp he end of the dagger, delicately pulling the long needle from his flesh. She spat the thing to the ground, a large bead of deep wine red blood pooling in his paw. His paw that was nearly the size of her face. ”Here,” She spontaneously grew a single cotton plant, and plucked off the immature poof. Placing it on his paw with her own. Amora tried to ignore how close the two were. Her heart wanted to beat faster and flush her face, but she refused it. She wouldn’t let herself fall in love with him. He didn’t even like her. Besides, she was Betess now. She didn’t have time for a crush. But a little voice in the back of her head told her that if she never told him, how would she know? Would she ever know? Amora bit the inside if her cheek, condemning the little voice to silence.
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Post by Meds on Nov 13, 2017 23:21:35 GMT -5
Manaaki;
Amora told Manaaki that he was lucky she hadn't poisoned the barbs that had gotten stuck in his paw. His brow raised, but a light smile touched his lips. Lucky indeed. He hadn't even known that the female could do such things—it was impressive. She told him to stay still, then moved in. The closeness of her made Manaaki stiffen ever so slightly. She was still his betess, and rather formal at that. He had never been close to her, save for a few jokes in conversation and the occasional friendly wink. But then he felt the thorns shift inside his paw. It hurt, but he didn't wince. He was looking down at Amora quietly as she began to help him. After the thorns had shifted, she moved down gracefully to pull the dagger from him. Blood dribbled out from the wound, for it was quite deep. Manaaki and Kanga were both well-acquainted with their own blood, however, and the sight and pain of it didn't really phase the giant, because suddenly a little plant had grown before his eyes.
In a short second, Amora had placed the curious little flower on the wound, and the bleeding all but stopped. Manaaki continued to look down at her with the same light smile, his thoughts hidden from his expression. She seemed nervous, he could sense it. What did she have to be nervous about? The gruesome part of healing him was over. Unless...
Kanga's voice and stupid smug face floated into his mind. Unless.
Manaaki withheld a small, gentle chuckle, eyes moving over his healer. He nudged the top of her head with his nose, exhaling a big, warm breath against her ears. It was a gesture of closeness, though not inappropriately so. It was one that good friends may do to each other. Kanga was the one to be forward. He was the one to go and make a fool of himself. A fool of himself over what exactly, Manaaki wasn't sure just yet—but something about his brother's hastiness seemed wrong in this situation. As if Manaaki himself had to move very slowly and carefully.
"Thank you, Amora..." His deep voice held the hint of a growl, as usual, but there was nothing dangerous in his tone.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 20:35:03 GMT -5
Amora hated feeling weak, vulnerable, not in control of her own feelings and impulses. Contrary to popular belief, she was not constantly controlled by well directed words and perfectly calculated actions. While precise thought and deliberate action did play a role in her duties as Betess and often in day to day situations. But Amora has been known to go with her gut, to rush head on into situations with only her emotions and adrenaline keeping her on her toes. A mother would be worried about her if not for the fact that the impulsive wolf was...well...Amora. She was the Betess one looked at for direction, a call to action. Honestly it was a lot for a wolf to carry, but she held it above her head with one paw. And yet, this strong shewolf could become the vulnerable and afraid pup she had been in a split second. All because of a male. All because of Manaaki. He wasn’t just any male. He was...different.
One look at him and a judgement would be made: a big brainless brute who relied on his size and strength. And yet, he was impressively elusive in his attitude. He was polite, tactful, graceful, appropriate, careful, valiant, loyal. How could a wolf be all of these things? His sheer integrity made Amora feel small. Not his size, though thoroughly impressive as his physique was, his grandness of character blew her away, making her weak at the knees.
She hated it. She loved it. She wanted to delve in his mind. She wanted to pick out the stray threads in his tapestry. The threads: quirks, wrong doings, faults. She wanted to find them all. She would not pluck them from the fabric, for they made the piece whole. She wanted to be with them, to know them. To love them. She knew she wanted that, and that was what hurt her most. She wished she could be impulsive and naive, and blurt out her feelings and assumptions. But...but the ever confident, unshakable shewolf was scared. She feared the inevitable rejection, she feared looking foolish and weak. Perhaps her mother’s story of her father had a bigger impact than she had imagined. Perhaps she feared the backstabbing love that had brought her and Ruko into the valley. But fear never brought a harvest, only courage would reap her benefit.
And yet, she tread carefully over this thorny ground named love.
”You’re welcome,” She breathed out shakily, the hot breath from his friendly gesture ruffling her fur and warming her skin. Curse the power! Where was the composure she needed?! She turned to look up at him, trying not to show her fear and vulnerability in her eyes. It was a good thing her irises were so dark. She put on her casual smirk and moved away from the close comfort of his thudding heart and thick silver fur.
”I’ve been wondering...for awhile now actually, what you think of me?” She held her head high, giving him an inquisitive look. Perhaps she could at least glean some information from him. ”We haven’t exactly been around each other often due to our busy lives. However you have come to my attention more than once, and I think we would both benefit by being more than acquaintances,” She sighed out her thoughts, trying to be as relaxed and nonchalant as possible while laying out her teens. ”To be good friends would bring me great pleasure.” She flicked her ears once, awaiting his response with eagerness. Had she executed her address well enough? Perhaps her lingo was too formal for what she was asking. If they were to be close friends, then she would have to be more familiar with him. But did close friends have to be arranged? Or did they just sorta happen? Was she messing all her chances? She mentally kicked herself. She was overthinking this, placing everything out of focus. Everything would be fine. She could handle anything.
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Post by Meds on Nov 21, 2017 16:41:22 GMT -5
Manaaki;
Amora's thoughts were turning a mile a minute, it was clear to Manaaki. It wasn't that she was extraordinarily obvious about it, but the slight furrow in her brow, the gentle distance that her eyes seemed to suddenly focus in on, was plain to him. What she could be thinking about, he wasn't sure. Then he realized how close they were. How close of a gesture it had been to exhale onto her. He frowned and made to pull away just slightly—but hesitated. What were this things he was feeling? It was a closeness, for sure, but in what capacity? physically they were close; in fact, they were touching. But did he feel something more? Did he desire something more?
Before the big brute pulled away, Amora did it for him. He didn't take this in a bad way—simply that perhaps she, too, had noticed just how close they had been. How connected. There had been an undeniable pause after she had helped him. The way she had looked up at him and spoken softly, close against him, and oh so small...
Manaaki gave his head a slight shake, for suddenly she was speaking. It was all business, her tone, and for some reason it struck Manaaki as funny. A small smile found its way onto his mouth. Quiet, unassuming, but deep with connotations. His little grin stayed in place as she asked him what he thought of her. It was blunt, to the point, but the seriousness with which she asked it made his grin widen, crinkling his cheeks and sending a twinkle to his eyes. What was it to her?
She then dropped the formal tone and adopted a more casual one, but the words she said next were still very straight forward. She was asking him to be more than friends. She wanted to be good friends. Manaaki was quiet for a moment, wondering whether to poke gentle fun at her or to answer her in the same clipped, forcedly-casual, business-like way. After a few seconds of deliberating, his smile lessened some, though all the warmth remained.
"I think that to be good friends with you, Amora, would be an honour." His casual-tone came more naturally, and though his voice was calm and collected as always, the contrast between the two of them still held his grin in place. He then gave her a friendly, and perhaps just a little bit playful, wink.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 21:59:20 GMT -5
Amora watched Manaaki inquisitively, her ears honed in like radios to his exact frequency. Amora simultaneously hated and adored the teasing smile that surfaced on his face. He must’ve found her strange behavior tone entertaining, funny. She supposed she couldn’t blame him, after all things had been quite intimate for a moment before she broke off the connection with a corny, professional speech. In her defense she was flustered and because if that she had retrogressed back into her strict, formal, Betess persona. Now that she had a minute to slow her heart rate and think clearly perhaps she could recover. ”Sorry about that, I’m still in Betess mode,” She kept eye contact as to not seem too flustered, after all she wasn’t one to admit her faults outrightly. She moved a little closer, realizing just how far she had withdrawn.
Two strange encounters in the space of an hour. The first a trespasser with no respect for an obviously superior wolf when they were in the wrong. The second was still ongoing; strange emotions and new feelings invading the carefully groomed minds of the two wolves. Amora was a character. She could seem so spontaneous and wild, but she could also be vividly strict and formal. Two personas that melded into the mold of a three legged shewolf. She was multifaceted and nearly impossible to understand or estimate. She was in control of herself, nearly in perfect harmony and peace with who she was (or so she wanted to think). Her confidence was unbreakable, though her pride could definitely be bruised. Now thrust into a new situation, that situation pried and stabbed at her solid character, finding soft spots and weaknesses that she had never seen before. She hated not knowing...even so, the experience brought liberation and excitement. A new curiosity. Regardless....
”I’m glad you think so...” A quiet smile plunged the two into a sea of contentment, a sort of stillness or surface tension between them that wrapped them in peace. ”You remember the first day we met?” Amora’s dark eyes took on a wistful sheen as she let her gaze focus in on the taller wolfs face.
(Sorry I’m not feelin it xD)
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Post by Meds on Dec 28, 2017 15:51:29 GMT -5
Manaaki;
Amora apologized for something—pulling away, perhaps. Whatever it was, Manaaki didn't care. The little smile was still playing at the corners of his lips. His sharp teeth pressed against his smile, but they did not show, as now was not the time for that kind of playing. She was uncomfortable, or confused, or perhaps a bit of both. If he wasn't careful, he would break the poor female's brain. Ahh, the joys of formal acquaintances-turned-friends. She smiled then, though, which caught Manaaki by surprise. His own grin disappeared, but not in a bad way—it was just time for a new expression to make its way onto his face. About time, too. So she was glad that they would be friends. Not just friends, no, but good friends. Who would have ever guessed that? She then asked if Manaaki remembered the day they first met, and looked up at him with a very content-looking smile. Manaaki cracked another of his own calm and relaxed smiles.
"I'm relatively sure you flashed your leg in my face and turned it into all sort of shapes. A duck, if I recall, and you seemed to think it looked an awful lot like me—which was incorrect, as I pointed out that my own beak was a lot longer." He chuckled and lifted a paw to tap his nose. Manaaki then took a step back and settled onto his haunches once more. He wasn't pulling away from her, rather he was creating a bit of space so their conversation could continue. There were no rules now, between them, and he wanted to be sure they both knew what that meant before anything else continued. "Another term is coming back to memory..." He squinted his ringed eyes and looked up as if trying to remember a fact that was quickly escaping his grasp. "'Saddeningly ungifted' rings a bell."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2018 14:30:39 GMT -5
Amora smiled wider, increasingly comfortable now that the conversation had become more relaxed and fun loving. The confusion she had experienced while juggling her two persona’s had subsided as she relaxed, letting go go of the formality which Betess Amora clung so tightly. ”I can see my error now,” She smirked, head high as she remembered their initial encounter. ”You must be a Heron with that elongated bill,” She chuckled, standing, shifting her weight on and off of her prosthetic. It must’ve been exhausting for her to change the entire shape of her paw into a duck head. While Amora was practically a prodigy, preforming such feats took quite a large portion of every out of her. Since then the Betess had been stretching the limits of her power, constantly using it to bend her prosthetic to confirm with her natural gait among other uses.
Untalented? Has she said that? She must’ve felt intimidated by the male, searching for a phrase to boost her own confidence. Has she really changed that much over a relatively short time? ”Alphess Blaise must’ve seen something in you two, afterall you are ranked now,” She looked up to the sky in a moment of serenity, but then her eyes widened. How could she have forgotten? She was supposed to help brief the youngest members of the pack on the assorted ranks of Secluded Sunrise while Ramone, Tear And Helios went out hunting. ”Ah, sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got my Betess duties to attend to,” She gave Manaaki and apologetic glance before spinning around. ”See you later bird boy,” Amora yipped her parting phrase before prancing back through the trees towards the heart of the territory.
-exit Amora-
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Post by Meds on Jan 11, 2018 14:50:39 GMT -5
Manaaki;
Amora made a quick joke, likening Manaaki to a heron this time, rather than a duck. "Much more acceptable," He chuckled, a deep bass sound that rolled forth from him like thunder on a calm day. She mentioned that her mother certainly had seen something in the twins for ranking them. Manaaki's brow lifted slightly, for though Amora was correct, they had not been speaking of such things. He supposed more formal topics, such as his rank within the pack, were more comfortable to her—a backup, if you will. He chose not to comment, for at that moment she then yipped in surprise that she had business to attend to. Manaaki didn't comment, merely leaned back on his haunches a bit more and watched her go with a quiet expression. She made one more reference to the joke, and then was gone. Manaaki gave a whisper of a laugh and nodded slowly, just once. So it was to be this way, was it?
He got up slowly, shaking out his fur and giving a light sigh. Ahh well. He shouldn't have been expecting anything more, anyway. She was a betess, and a busy one at that. Manaaki glanced backward to the clearing where they had sat and talked, nodded once more to himself, and then he, too, passed quietly through the bushes and away.
-Exit Manaaki-
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