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Post by Breeze on May 20, 2007 16:26:20 GMT -5
I'm not here for your entertainment you don't really want to mess with me tonight Being random was simply in her nature, but never had it been quite this bad before. She was literally jumping and pouncing on anything that moved. Just came to show how bored the witty dame was. Boredom led her into way too much trouble, but it made many do things. Breeze had always hung with the wrong crowd, until she was cast away. Whatever. Time to start anew, kick ass and take names. Hells yea. The normal routine, be accepted because they didn't know you, go to the forsaken lands of claim and be picked up by a thingyy not a very nice person who think's he's the best thing since sliced bread and fight anything that moves. They you go and get expelled, and start all over again. The routine had been cycled about four times now, this being her fourth time. Oh well, life was a d**n party, why not take advantage of what you've got? Her philosophy, have as much fun and get in as much trouble as you can, then high tail it. God, she was getting too old for it, though. It was time to settle, but she couldn't let go of her life. Of course she would always be a true wildchild, but it could be time to take it down just a notch for these boys. They seemed to be weak and fruity. She spat at the ground with the thought, but these lands were the last that she didn't get kicked out of. That she knew of, it was her last chance to become something in life. The title of Alpha female constantly rang in the back of her psychotic, bipolar mind, oh what a toll she would take on the kanines she was forced to come into contact with.
The lands were nearly barren from any life form, and it bothered her deeply. She was used to large masses of fighting females and males. It interested her to sit back and watch while the sun delicately reflected off of her rare coating. She would then go in and finish the fight like no big deal and simply laugh. That often made the boys hearts throb, but it was so...peaceful here. God how it bothered her. She needed action, NOW. With quick, lethal movements she lashed out at a helpless bird that stupidly landed too close, feeling the bones simply snap under the insane force that she delivered. Poor sould didn't have a chance. Not that she cared, savoring the small amount of liquid serving as her alchohol, getting her drunk as if just for the moment, putting her at ease. Birds weren't worth much, they had no meat on them, which served as no help to the starving nymph. Tossing the stiff, winged body to the side, she was bored again. She deeply wanted to sink her fangs into the soft flesh of another wolf, just because. Not to kill them, but simply to get her name known. Most underestimated her beacause her mother was a domesticated dog gone wild. It simply made her smarter, calmer, and more unique to say the least. There were a few females that were rather large, but she could sense the nerves, the cold blooded fear. Breeze had never known the meaning of fear, she only smelled it on everbody. It simply did not exist to her, she didn't need a big strong boy to keep her safe, me myself and I. Her three amigos to keep company. Actually she was three different personas. There was Breeze the pregnant dog, breeze the protector, and breeze the psychotic. When all three mixed, everyone ran.
Each paw lifted and fell rythmically, two at a time as she jogged with ease to another tree, crossing between the other females that were alone and chatting it up. She purposely slammed into one of them, just to get something going, but they simply lifted their lip and snarled. Rolling her auburn eyes, Breeze just sat beside the shady tree and relished in the cool shade. She hoped someone would come and save her from the extreme boredom that she was suffering from, if not she may have to kill someone, literally. Giving an overexaggerated sigh, she rolled on her back and pawed at a leaf that teasingly dangled abover her nose, hung by a random thread of a eight legged creature. She giggled as it swung, but she hit it a bit too hard, for it simply fell on her chest. Unable to bear the fact that something was on her, she sprung from her previous position and watched it float to the grassy carpet below. Out of nowhere a sneeze errupted from her, causing her head to fly downwards, delicate tawny-glazed ears touching the blades. Going into skitzo mode, she sat and scratched at one ear, than the other. Then she felt dirty, and immediatly her long salmon tongue began to course over her body to remove the dirt. Thirsty, Breeze then became very thirsty and set off to find a source of water. If someone wanted her badly enough, they could simply come find her. Alone at last with silence from all but the small stream, she stared down at the water, stepping in it, droplets springing up to smack her in the face. She snarled and smacked it again, same reaction. Finally she was knee deep, pawing and rolling in the water with great joy. Finally something to satisfy her boredom. But if only someone would come.
done. it sucks, they will get longer but I was cut off by my buttface parents. p.s. I may add more, probably will.
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Post by Tennar on May 20, 2007 18:52:28 GMT -5
Tennar [/color] Swiftly, a soft breeze caressed the edge of his bulk, whispering easily as it swirled around him and then carried on. The creature stayed put, sitting in silence, his gaze of golden staring straight ahead, watching. There was a creature ahead of him, drawing his attention, but he was unknown to it, he hadn't moved or alerted it of his presence, and he liked that. His dark coat with it's dashes of silver made him stand out against the white snow in the foliage behind him, for Winter was here, and accompanying it was the frequent snow fall. Engulfing him was a shadow, large and haunting, looming above him in all it's mighty volume, shadowing him from the rest of the world. It came from a tree, a large one at that, and it stood behind him, leaning a bit to the left. It was around mid-day, but the temperature was chilly, and it left him feeling crisp and energetic. On his face he wore an expression as an entertainer would when he preformed before a king; his eyes danced with secret amusement, his lips graced with the slightest smile, but even so he embraced all seriousness. Just then he saw the creature stop and sit upon the topography, seeming to wait for something, and then, out of nowhere, it leaped forward, pouncing on something.
Adjusting himself, he shifted his weight so it was more onto his left paw, temporarily relieving his right. He had been here for quite some time, waiting, watching- he knew at some point someone would show, and he had been right. Once more his attention was brought back to the figurine he was watching, and he saw it rise and wander off, a bit out of his sight. Giving a soft snarl of annoyance, he too rose from where he sat and ever so quietly followed the other, curious. Footsteps would have been detected, but he artistically avoided it, winding his path so each of his paws found a print from a previous wanderer, each one; he was in no rush. Curiously, he watched her mood change several times, from vicious, to playful, and back to threatening. Unavoidably, he grew intrigued, almost drawn to this femma. Stride grew more persistent, swift and careful, but still not letting himself be seen.
Every so often, he glanced up, brilliantly gold visionarys checking to see that the creature had not changed course. He wouldn't have thought that it had somewhere particular to go, given how it was only here to wait, but he was beginning to wonder- it was moving very assuredly. His barrel expanded and then dropped, a pause in his stride taken, audits lifted as he observed the creature from afar once again. Then he proceeded on, keenly wandering his own winding trail, following dutifully for some reason. For a few days he had been traveling here, he'd come from a place far far away, in search of a place to reside, not necessarily a home, but maybe just a temporary pack, but the journey had been long, and his limbs were tired, so he took no pride in the swift manner in which he was traveling. Just then, just as he let his concentration slip briefly, he stepped on a fresh patch of snow- it's crunch seemed to ring and bound off everything around him, he could have sworn it echoed.
Muscles seizing, he glanced upward, startled, and desperatly hoped he hadn't been found out. But even though the creature probably had heard him, it shouldn't have seen him; he still had the element of suprise. Letting out his breath, a relieved expression washed over his face, but then disappeared, replaced once more by his joker's expression. He had played his game, and had his fun, but the creature was probably suspicious now, so it ruined the game. It was only fun while you could see them go about normally, learning their horrible habits and such. This one hadn't been all that interesting though, but it was still a shame. Haunches met the ground as he sat down, waiting for it to find him out- It was a she-wolf, slight in stature, but pretty to look at; her coat a brilliant color. Then he spoke, his scottish accent rolling into the silence as he addressed her.
Not much happenin' here, is there, lady?
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Post by Breeze on May 21, 2007 15:28:55 GMT -5
Answers that we'll never find, they don't mean a thing tonight
She finally quit the war with the droplets, realizing it was a battle she would never win, unless somehow she could bring the heat to winter and dry it up. Or freeze it, yes, somehow she would find a way to make the d**n water freeze over. Though winter had just begun, she wished it was spring. She simply loved to drive them boys insane with the taunting scents, only to run off whenever they thought they were close enough to get anything. You could call her a tease, or simply somebody who loved to see others suffer. Either way it wasn't the best impression, especially when this place was simply her last chance for salvation. Breeze snarled at the thought of having to be dependent on a male in order for her survival. It was nearly impossible for anything to live a solitary life, especially a wolf. The pack was absolutely essential for survival of any means. And she did long for pups. d**n the maternal instinct, but it was more of an obligation to her lineage. Who wouldn't want the blessings of her amazing lines? Partially wolf, partially the greatest, strongest breed of dog. Winter made Breeze become ecstatic, though. Her favorite season to just run in the snow, and she never felt an ounce of cold, her thick coat blocking anything in the form of the bitter hands of wind and cold. The shimmering red coat was truly beautiful, and she sure as hell knew it, too. Hell, Breeze pranced around flaunting the flashy colors, and man did everyone hate her for that. Screw them, she didn't need anybody. Okay, she did, but only one. If she had her boy, she was good. And you'd better believe she would demand the position of alpha female, or take it. Either way she would find the fear inside of her opposer, clench it tightly, and squeeze until they ran, tail between their legs.
A crunch of snow was heard behind her, but she made sure her back was to any who approached. She giggled silently, the only hint of the action being her slightly heaving frame. Someone was there, whether it be the feminine who she rammed into before, or a male seeking her attention, she simply stared down at her reflection, pawing at it, then snapping at the little circled that rippled around it. Amazing how something as common as water could fascinate one, but so many took it for granted. Breeze always thanked the heavens for being so healthy, strong, and gifted in nearly every department. Soon, a deep voice rang behind her, giving her spine a tingle. She shook, liking the sound of his Scottish words. "Not much happenin' here, is there, lady?" She grinned, a witty response forming in her mind. She waited a bit, keeping him in suspense. She hadn't a clue what he looked like yet, but she was certain a voice so intriguing couldn't belong to one mishaply beaten with the ugly stick. Blinking quickly and giving a sarcastic roll of her eyes, she turned to face him, coy smirk in tow. "Why, my dear boy, there is plenty going on here. I'm going on here, is that not enough to capture your pathetic thoughts?" Breeze, sat there, staring straight into his wide eyes. Could he not believe something so sharp came out of her petite, yet lean frame? She certainly didn't look innocent, why with her big blue eyes and coat underlined with so much white. No, not innocent at all.
She stood, following his outline that made him so bright against the pure white snow. Swaying with each step, paws placed perfectly before another, thick tail curling just so above her hindquarters, Breeze approached the male. He was quite hansom, pure black coat with little silver dashes. Cute. The dashes probably the results of scars healed over, she grinned, now placing herself just so in front of him with a small smile. She whispered in his ear, ever so sweetly. "I know I'm enough." before snapping her jaws closed millimeters from his ear, already with a chunk taken out of it. A sly smile slowly crept over her features again, seeing all attention put on her from the other girls, wishing they had somebody coming for them. Wenches, they would rot here, the stereotypical type, totally concerned with looks, no necessary skills needed for upholding a pack and keeping all members safe. As much as Breeze was nasty, if she had a pack it would always be taken care of. The pack MUST come before everything, and she knew what this boy wanted. "Save your breath, boy." She said, a regal look settling over her. "They all call me Breeze, take the name and cherish it." With a satisfied smirk she settled down beside him, nibbling at his shoulder blade absentmindedly. Why was she so welcoming to this male? It was most likely the fact that she needed a pack, it was winter and food was scarce. If Breeze was to survive she needed a home, and fast, or at least a mate. Finito. Sorry about the shortness, but it's a pretty good post overall. I love my Breezieboo.
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Post by Tennar on May 22, 2007 13:15:47 GMT -5
Tennar [/color] Watching, he saw that the femmora had relaxed, audits flicking toward her once more, no longer defensive about being found. Indeed he was bigger then she, not necessarily much taller though; his legs were lean and slender, giving him height, and his body was strong and thing, quite regal in all, elegant even, though the word is more feminine. He had very unusual coloring, though you couldn't really see it in the dark, for his coat was all ebon, save for specks of silver across his back and his shoulders, possibly inherited from his grandfather, who was grey. Now that this stranger had found him out, discovered him, she seemed much more entertained, encouraged by him being there perhaps. He loved trying to read what others were feeling- emotions, thoughts, or what they were trying not to think. She was probably trying to figure out who he was, because they most certainly had not covered that, indeed all they had done was discover each other's existence, but even that was a feat on it's own. Hearing her reply, a low chuckle was given, a bit of a smile teasing up the left side of his mug. She was a sly one then, was she? As much as he enjoyed shadows, he knew it would be more..well...polite, in brief, to make himself able to be seen clearly, so he stepped outside of the darkness, his long legs giving forth a stride so big he covered ground easily. Golden occuli squinted in the bright sun, but soon his sight grew used to the change in lighting, and he looked to the stranger once again, watching her antics. Summing up an answer to her witty comment, he spoke, deep tones struck once more.
You have to understand me, love. If I hadn't 'a seen you happenin' here, maybe I never would've shown up.
Once again a low rumble of a laugh escaped, amused by this little game she'd created. Standing, he patiently waited as she sauntered over to him, delicate build swaying artistically. There wasn't much more to say other then that she wasn't very hard to look at, in fact, it was hard to look away. The sun was beginning to creep below the tree-line and down below mountains, the lighting around him growing more dim. Evening was his favorite time to be about, as was night, strolling about with barely enough light to see your path. You could never quite know what would happen next. A joker-like grin slipped across his maw, watching the feminine ease to a halt, close before him. He heard her lyrics, spoke enticingly, luring and smooth. She had quite a tongue, this ess. Tennar hadn't given his name, he hadn't really said much of anything regarding himself. Maybe he liked the mystery, but for now he just liked not bothering with himself, it was just something he preferred, perhaps a bad habit. She didn't seem to mind either, so far. It didn't really matter; a name didn't make the beast. This harlequin seems possessive, flaunting the fact that he'd come with relish, glancing every so often at the other lupus who were waiting. Amused, a low chuckle emerged, somewhat devilishly, knowing he had created her stage, given her the lines she had forgotten, made her performance. It was all fine in his opinion, as long as there was a result. Just then his thoughts were abruptly interrupted, his attention snapping back to the mysterious sphinx who stood by. She'd begun to speak.
Personally I wasn't goin' to ask you your name, but good to know. I don't suppose you'd be rapt by the idea of following me, would you? Soon enough I'll be needin' a pack to live at Silverald, and I'm thinkin' you wouldn't mind being part of that extravaganza. So tell me Breeze, what will you have of it?
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Post by Breeze on May 22, 2007 14:01:17 GMT -5
Does he know what you feel? Are you sure that it's real? Winters cold hands pushing her fur foward was a harsh reminded that she needed a home and a partner fast. Just to think it would soon be spring, the time for breeding with your mate, soon after to whelp. Breeze still couldn't stretch her mind around the fact that there would be life inside of her. Despite her seductress actions, the beauty was still a virgin, her body unmarred by the thirsty males that chased after her when the time of new birth had come around. Before she simply despised it, but she was getting much older and much wiser. She owed the legacy to her mother and father at the least. Where would the world be without her bloodlines? She would have been more lax about it if she wasn't the only survivor of her litter. Her mother extremely ill, pushed Breeze out with her final breath. It was so confusing, the mass just there limply. Was she not supposed to nurture the blind, deaf little squirming forms that she had thrown out into the cold, unmerciful world? If it had not been for the kind human form that scooped the four of them up and brought them to warmth, even Breeze wouldn't be here. She was not upset about the deaths of her kin, not even her mother. She never knew them, how in the hell was she supposed to grow attatched? The only thing she had ever cared for was the little boy, his name was unknown because of the odd language that these creatures spoke, but Breeze would have given her life for him. If it had not been for the white men, burning down their entire establishment, she would be with that boy still. Instead she joined up at a tender six months with a pack, her surrogate mother just recovering from the tragic loss of her last litter. Breeze was just happy to be alive, but she wondered sometimes, why her?
Another howling gust came, makind the trees creak and lash out at each other. Her icy azure voids coming back into focus, she saw he simply watched her in all of her dismay. She gave a slight clearing of her throat noise and gesture before he spoke. "You have to understand me, love. If I hadn't 'a seen you happenin' here, maybe I never would've shown up." She gave a rather girly giggle, but soon caught herself and regained her previous personality. A harsh reply began to form, but she soon swatted it away, there was no way she was about to blow this oppurtunity for a home and mere survival. Forget the others, she needed to completely focus on the charming scottsman before her. "Why, that's quite sweet of you, my dear boy. Say, I'm not quite sure exactly what to call you, my mystery man." The alliteration smoothly dripped off her tongue, and she smiled softly, bringing up a paw to lightly touch his muzzle with a playful feel to it. Her fine head tilted to the side, a coy yip escaping before she fell to her stomach, looking up at him. Soon she began to roll onto her back and paw at the underneath of his muzzle. This one didn't seem to be much into play, but he sure would have to lighten up when she felt like playing. The puppy-like need appeared much less now, but there would always be a sence of fun within Breeze, no doubt. Almost pouting, she returned to a standing position, body caked in the freezing substance as she gave a slight whimper. How he confused her, and she didn't quite like it.
His words, they made her shiver, and nearly jump with excitement. Breeze retraced every singly syllable in her mind before even daring to respond. "Personally I wasn't goin' to ask you your name, but good to know. I don't suppose you'd be rapt by the idea of following me, would you? Soon enough I'll be needin' a pack to live at Silverald, and I'm thinkin' you wouldn't mind being part of that extravaganza. So tell me Breeze, what will you have of it?" She grinned from nearly ear to ear. Her prayers had been fufilled and she would finally be going home! Not to say it may change up after a while, what with her unpredicatble nature, and the overall mystery of this one. How peculiar that he tell her the name of his land before his very name. It didn't matter, she nodded quickly, but knew that wasn't enough. "My mystery man, I accept graciously. As hardy and independant as I am, the winter can be quite heartless, and we both know that a pack is key for survival. To Silverald we go."
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Post by Sashe on May 28, 2007 21:17:59 GMT -5
Stilts of iron drifted the malus into the woodlands. His pads stiffly paced across the borders and into the realms of claimeth. Ocules darted back and forth. Audits flickered foward and back. The sounds from beyond slipped in and caressed his inards. Low mumbles released the depths of his chambers. Nares widened and scents were picked up from the descolent region. They told of femmes young and old, that have been here. Indeed it was what he was searching for. But a particular one had crossed his mind. Her lusciouse scent was taken in. Though it was somewhat familiar. He hadnt met this femme enough to like her. Perhapse it was good, Perhapse it wasnt. He had always taken liking to this femmes develish ways. But he wouldnt mind. Oh no, He would just ignore them. They made no sense to him. She was trouble indeed. But was there even a purpose? Why should such a femme be stuck in such state of mind. It was pathetic to him. Perhapse he could help her. And perhapse she would just be his enemy. Either way, He would have her follow. Audits tuned into the sounds that scattered themselves across the topography. They were full of mockery indeed. But should she judge those above her without meeting? His pads struck the ground with ease. His bodice seethed through the dese areas. Mingling foward towards her. Following her. The bruthen rounded the last bend. A sly smirk played upon the features of he. Stilts thrust onward. Carrying him foward into the darkness.
Strong steps carried him though the second set of woods, Sashe finding himself stuck in a state of boredum. The season to dull and blank, winter just wasnt his season. A light chuckle sounded as his thoughts continued to boil as he etched onwards, the sound of a slow stream catching his attention. Water louring him westward as he turned sharply, stilts snaping reeds of frozen grass in two. A flash of ivory dashed infront of him, ebon braces locking as he paused. Labriums curled as he caught a second glimpse of what dashed by, his stomach curling with hunger. A trail of feathers led him to the phesant, coral swiping over his now revealed ivories. Haunches tightened for a moment, dial lowering near his fores. A single note from the feathered creature was heard, and then, silence. One by one each feather found its way to the icy loam, Sashe grinning as he carried his prize once again in the direction of running water. A fore struck through the thick foliage, chest, and then finally dial also in the open. ""My mystery man, I accept graciously. As hardy and independant as I am, the winter can be quite heartless, and we both know that a pack is key for survival. To Silverald we go." Tones licked his auds, aw, how cute. It was odd really, for Sashe had been looking for this character for some time now. Tracking him down right to the harem, but no one answered the door. An ebon brute and two toned fae were sighted, a low snarl sounding as he dropped his meal. "Oh, so you two are heading to Silverald?" He cackled, hackles rising as he inched forwards. "So was I." Shoulder blades collided as he stalked forwards, his path ending with Tennar. "So, Tennar is it?" Sashe began encircling the brute, silvery pools locked in his. "I came by little brute, but it seems you where busy correct?" A snarl sounded, the circle ending once more before the brute. "Cat got your tounge? But of course." Coal nares quivered as his attention was stolen by the also silent fae, a grin curling upon his maw.
"So, are you proud of your little mystery man now?" He chuckled as his tones of mockery sounded, her pet names sounding so juvinile. But then again, this dove seemed one of youth. "Tennar is his name, and I am challenging him. So I guess he isnt all that important correct?" He sighed, side stepping as his dial fell downwards. "Unless you preffer the lesser, softer, home body type. You know, like a nanny? Little girl." He sneered, dial snaking forward over her auds. "Or have you more brains than that?" Coral swiped over her cheek once, maybe toying with the duo a bit. Hackles remained standing as his glare peeked over at Tennar, a low rumble sounding. Almost asking him to leave, if not ordering it. Muscles rippled beneath his scarred flesh, eyeing the unmoving creature. Brail forming atop his snout, brows colliding.
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Post by Breeze on May 29, 2007 13:52:22 GMT -5
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world, four winds blowing through her hair. Done, 918 words.
For Breeze, this was just too silent and Tennar just sat there, causing boredom to creep up on her. Was this it? The oh so marvelous claiming regiment for Beyond the Valley. She had thought the boys were going to be fruity and boring, but not this bad. Had he not asked her to follow him back to Silverald? What the hell was this beast waiting for? Her hand in marraige and her to bow down for him? If that was the case it certainly wouldn't work out for little miss Breeze, oh no. Staring him straight in the eye, the mismatched colors causing a somewhat demeaning look. With one ice blue and another chocolate brown, Breeze thought it added a nice eccentric accent to her looks. Curious of what he was going to do next, Breeze thingyed her head sideways, pawing at the blanket of snow. Soon winter would be over and the entire attempt for a home to ensure her survival seemed to fall through. Might as well sit here until spring while we're at it, no? Snarling softly to herself, she stood up and made her way back to the mostly frozen stream. As she pounced to heave her paws through the sheet of ice, a thought came about her. What if somebody else came after she had already agreed to go with this brute, whose name she didn't even know. How stupid, following along despite the fact that she knew pretty much nothing about this male, except where he lived. Loosely rolling her odd voids, Breeze grew agitated. She almost wished somebody else would come along and save her from the stupid decisions she was sure to make if she became much too bored with this Tennar, and impatient. She was rather nasty when she was impatient. Not the best mix.
As if somebody had heard her prayers, Breeze grew very alert, feeling eyes on her and the nameless boy.. She spun quickly, hackles raising to create a rigid form above her spine. She stared widely before a similar obsidian malus stepped out, staring towards Tennar, as if the little beauty didn't exist. She was rather upset, what reason was there to come to claiming grounds besides for a femme? But this one still captured her attention. He was so large, full of muscle. Next to the new nameless brute, the male she had been with seemed to look like a pup. Breeze always loved her men big and muscley. A low, nearly silent whine came from her mouth involuntarily, and she soon hushed herself up to hear his words. "Oh, so you two are heading to Silverald?" She nodded, but she didn't take her eyes off of this brute. Why was Breeze always deprived of names? Greatly unsettled by this, she uneasily shifter her weight. "So was I." "So, Tennar is it?" Aha! Breeze silently proclaimed to herself, finally a name! But wait, why was this other one going to Silverald? I came by little brute, but it seems you where busy correct?" "Cat got your tounge? But of course." This new brute sent a chill down her spine, he was nasty, but not thingyy nasty. He stood up for himself, handeled himself well, and drew her attention well. Never before had Breeze paid attention to a conversation that well for that long of a time. What was so special about this one?
His attention then turned towards her and she shook herself, pretending not to pay attention to what he had just been talking to Tennar about. She was still a little upset about him talking to Tennar before her, but it was soon shaken off by his words. "So, are you proud of your little mystery man now?" Breeze lifted her lip to show the sharp, and often used coral, but before she had time to snarl out a wise assed remark, he continued on. Tennar is his name, and I am challenging him. So I guess he isnt all that important correct?" She softened her look, seriously contemplating the fact before quickly stating. "It all depends on who wins, now doesn't it, my dear boy?" Satisfied by her words, she knew that she had been rather nice, but he wasn't done. "Unless you preffer the lesser, softer, home body type. You know, like a nanny? Little girl." Her lip rose again at the last remark....little girl. What position was he in to dare call her that. Breeze walked toward him, face to face they stood, though he was much taller than she. Her mismatched eyes dared him to say it to her face, it would be much easier to take a chunk out of his big egoed head. "Or have you more brains than that?" She thingyed her head, not confused, but nobody had ever asked her that. "Again, dear, sweet boy. It all depends on who wins this battle. Either way I will end up in Silverald, no? Let us go there and whoever wins the terrain, wins me." She had always loved drama and high stakes, and honestly Breeze didn't care who she went with as long as they could protect her and become a strong sire for her first litter. She then turned to Tennar, burning glare directed at him. "Unless one of you want to chicken out." Staring between the two as they sat in silence, Breeze began to get bored once again. Would it ever end?
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