//? I'm calling for YOU

[//?S.tarklian]

Boredom had dawned upon me as the sun rose against
the skies. Gold and pink continued to dance along the
foliage tops as my ligaments shifted me across the
earth drenched in scent of another. As usual, my mug
held quite a pallid expression as if I hadn't a care in
this pitiful world. However, that was far from the truth.
Many cares and worries haunted my cerebrum on a
daily basis. Yet this glorious chilled morning was held
with a goal to keep my pacing mind away from thoughts.
Here I swayed along the earthen mounds with tassel
swiping across my ebony flanks pure footfall. Deep
rouge visionaries guided effortlessly along the realm
in search of the one in which held this as their home.
Come out, come out, where ever you are.

[/i] Lyrics chimed
in my scullery. At last harks caught onto a sound in
the distance, although not too far. Bodice halted and
mug rose for the heavens. Hollows took within them
the aroma of another. A lycan belle from the guess.
Was I wrong? Time would tell, I believed.

I know you're out there darling, don't be afraid, I
don't always bite. My vocals teased in a rather
taunting manner. Flanks folded and my bodice
came to an eased position of sit. I appeared quite
comfortable here which was some what true. I
didn't usually fear things for in my set of mind we
all live to die in the end. My time shall come as all
others, of course, right? Chassis rose tall and then
quickly dropped between frontal pillars in a sigh.
Ah, end this boredom please.

word count: 245. sorry, im so busy right now.
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[sombra]

Home. The concept had grown on me far too qickly for my liking though I suppose I should deem myself fortnate. My period of adjustment had been a short one. And now I slipped gracefully within the underbrush, sharp gaze following the trunks of the connifers down to the water's surface where the knees popped out in suggestion of their time here. The mist pooled about the immaculate forelegs, the muck only coming to my lower ankle. I was dispassionate about being clean. The dainty females who traipsed through the forest, avoiding the darkness for fear that the gleaming pelt they took such great time in grooming would not see the sunlight it so deserved. A chckle very nearly escaped my pursed labrums as the thought of such a happening crossed my mind. What a quaint little minx that would be. The kind who rendred the speechless. The kind who was worth drooling over.

Every sort of being that you are not. I crooned inwardly, skull ducking as saphire irises glittered with mild interest. The sound of another had begun to rupture the glade's adopted placidity. Immediately I had grown indignant, a mild snarl exalting the ambiatic tension. It must be taken care of. This trespasser would know whose lands these were when the day was over. And if it did not...well that would not be a problem on my part. They would be within the underworld, and someone else's probelm. Right now, they were stinking up my moor. The fur aloft my nape stood on end, granting my appearance nearly another foot as my pupils minimized to mere crescents of shrewd and carefully maintained disdain. I say careful because if we were to keep things passionate and emotional then...well...there would simply be no control or rationale to the way things were working.

Frankly we couldn't have that. I needed order. I needed things to be neat and tidy and easily handled. If things got bothersome then we would have bloodshed. And while I don't particularly mind it, I don't relish in it, either. There is nothing insane about the way I operate. Nothing beyond my own doing. Nothing beyond my power to manage. A tempered sneer made its way to hang comfortably aloft my countenance, a peaceful nigh untouchable expression that could only be denoted as sinister. It was whole and completely at one with my surroundings...at ease and invincible. Radiant. Calm. Alluring...and very nearly pleasant. Like a flame it drew in its victims only to sear them when they grew too close. Pity. Such a pretty ember. I chuckled softly and recalled that it was an intruder that I had begun to locomote towards. How to greet my first guest...that was an interesting dilemna to have.

Drawing into the bog that this one had stationed herself in, I slipped within the fog's dense grasp and comfortably situated myself at a vantage not at all obvious. One of subtle origins. Born of the shadow, raised of the shadow, forever of the stage. She was of medium build, obviously a swollen head and an obnoxious ego. Her words were not going to grant her a good first impression. Pity. One would hope to make an alliance at first. Perhaps it would be different next time. Perhaps I would be wrong. "If your bite is all you can offer than I shan't fret." I murmured in an almost chiding fashion. Pride goeth before a fall. I'm afraid it's time for you to fall, my dear. Fall or humble yourself. In any case I think you should seriously reconsider how you plan on approaching this situation. But then, would it be as interesting for me?

Cerulean oculli honed on the individual, roving her countenance much like an unfed...well for lack of a better analogy - wolf. This wolf was starving for something other than her own musings to occupy her mind. There had to be something more to this life than thinking over the past. I had a future. An eternal future. Might as well find a way to enjoy it. Easing down to lie comfortably on my stomach, appendages strewn out before me - lengthy talons dug into the moist composition as I stared thoughtflly at the being, somehow appearing not at all intrigued but just a little irritated with her appearance. A brow ascended just then, and I waited - obviously for her response. Speak!

[//?S.tarklian]

Sitting upon the terrain my audits twitched to the sound
of another emerging into the thick fog that hovered over
the landscape. Smirk twisted upon my maw as occuli made
their way onto the belle's form. Before long her lyrics were
spilling into the atmosphere. Ah, she was quite witty and
it appeared that today's greeting could keep me interested.
She seemed rather intelligent as most now a days didn't
appear. Usually the inhabitants I came across couldn't spit
back a reply worthy of my attention. I was bored of most
in almost the same instant that their sight came to me.
I was one that was usually hard to keep the interest of.
Ah, well it didn't seem like today it would be that issue so
smirk faded away from the mug and lyrics returned to the
lass, Well for now that's all you should fear. I have no desire
to prove my strength to one like you. Crown moved about
and visionaries coasted over the land held by this lycan
before me. I began to wonder things about her, if she had
a mate or a pack or anything close to her heart. From what
I saw from my eyes glance I saw nothing. Just this empty
deserted land only with the presence of me and..what was
her name? It was then that I realized I hadn't quite asked,
or demanded, her dubbance. Did I really care? At the moment
I did not so my maw remained closed. Visionaries traveled
back to the lass and hovered there, as if waiting for her to
speak.

The winds picked up and ruffled ebony pelt upon my thick
carapace. Bodice shifted and rose to a stance, standing
there and becoming quickly bored of the silence. I hadn't
let it be silence long, perhaps only a second or two from
what I first spoke before muttering, Quite rude are you? I
haven't even received a simple greeting or even your tag.
Tsk tsk, didn't mother teach you any manners or must I
teach them to you? Cranial cocked to the side as labrums
pulled tight into a sneer. I believe we're getting off on the
wrong paw. Allow me to start over. Considering I'm in your
lands I shall introduce myself first. Occuli never moved
from the other dame. I wouldn't bow or show a single sign
of respect but other than with my words. I didn't care if she
were the ruler of the realm I stood within, I would never
consider her more worthy than myself. Starklian. However,
call me Stark. Crown moved back to a straight hold and
sneer vanished away. Winds picked up yet again and the
foliage could be heard ruffling loudly, winds whistling through
the branches. To me it was like music. The sight just as
beautiful, fog shifting over the lands with the movement
of the air.

Suddenly my cerebrum was caught in deep thought. It
wasn't a surprise to me as this usually happens often at
the most random point in times. It's like my mind goes
into complete lock down and I can't control it. If this girl
before me began to speak I couldn't promise my brain
pad would take it all in and soak it through. I space, there
you go, that's exactly how it could be phrased. Ah well
now the talk shall be interesting. I'd probably mutter a
bit of a thought that wouldn't make an sense to the
conversation at hand. Silly me, lets see how things go.




word count: 535.

[sombra]

One thing that seemed to seed in the lycan community was the capacity to wield wreckless hostility in a fashion that the one baring this double edged sword found entertaining. I suppose the female deemed her idea of an insult to be quite funny, and intelligent. Sweet of her. I mused inwardly, cobalt spheres untouched by emotion thought it was obvious I had received the barbed words by the tick of my switch, the tip sweeping to and fro in a reflective fashion. She dared touch on the subject of chivalry? She who so commonly waddles into my dominion? Funny girl, this one. Brows ascended and the outermost seems of my labrums twitched in reticent laughter. The fact that a glitter of amusement lingered in my stare was a maddening agent, dismissing her mute attempts at harming my pride in a languid swoop. It occurred to me that I probably appeared rather pompous...queenly even...save for the muddy paws and the scruffy fur which gave me a certain feral appeal befitting our genotype.

I suppose she would sit there; rude, crude and socially unacceptable until I endowed her some sort of verbal response. And she deserved something that made her think I had considered her words. Fine then. "If I were to seek education as far as manners go consulting you would obviously be a waste of time." A lobe descended as my pupils narrowed with focus. she would skate on thin ice and feel dangerous. And I would match her every swing with a chiding slap such as that one. Do not overstep your boundaries, my pet. It would be a mistake on your part. The words rang in my cerebrum, going unsaid save for in the apparently wary fashion that I regarded her in. If she had even a scrap of common sense she would be aware of just how carefully I watched her at this juncture.

The nasty facial expression that she granted me, whether conscious or not was a deterrent to any merriment she might have salvaged in her third statement. An attempt to conjure understanding from me, no doubt. However glad I was for her and her spades of confidence I had no interest in snobbish imbeciles. Still, a reply immediately formated itself and was out of my trap before I could otherwise employ myself. "Sombra. But I assume you'll call me whatever you please." It was a matter of fact response, no more or less than was required. Why would I bother to make an attempt at conversating with this creature? She had obviously set her mind on making me miserable. I have news for you, chica. That's already been done. Old game.

Studying her, I could not help but to inquire, "Speaking of manners, what brings you traipsing over boundaries?" It was a not so subtle way of asking why exactly she found it necessary to trespass. I suspected companionship was the logical answer. After all most had an inescapable pull to conversate and congregate. Silly wolven lines, those. Ah well. At some point we would all escape that trap. Until then I suppose we're all stuck in our depressing melodramatic ploys. What shall I do? Oh yes. Escape. I was good at that. Vanishing. Hiding. Walking away from my problems. It was who or what I'd become. And it suited me well. My nostrils twitched and I observed the glazey appearance of my counterpart's eyes. Clearly she was not in this moment. An entertained smirk scaled my features and settled there as I waited for her return with that same passive indifference that graced the encounter from the start. You there, dollface?

[//?S.tarklian]

I could hear her and yet not make much sense of what
she were speaking. I caught lyrics here and there and
so patched them together into phrases which I could
reply to. Are you saying that I don't contain manners?
That I don't own an ounce of gracefulness within? I let
forth a smirk, for I was merely joking and I was sure this
was noticeable by the tone audible. I teased with an
innocent facial, large occuli and bent back audits. Then
I switched back to my pallid and more serious expression.
This dame appeared quite cold, so I wasn't sure if my
antics were going to be appreciated or considered
repulsive. You see, I'm not like most where I only hold
to a nasty and serious tune. I prefer to lighten the
mood on occasions and bring forth a whelp like stance.
I keep things interesting for some but others are merely
annoyed and become easily aggravated. Either way
I could handle it. If this lass, the one in which I didn't
catch the name of, were to become aggressive I too
could become the same and start a quarrel of both
words and bite. But she didn't fear my bite, she said.
We'll see about that perhaps.

My lands are near to here. I came in search of some
amusement and traveling across this patch your aroma
swarmed. I figured that perhaps you could entertain
me for the moment. I sneered. Obviously I viewed this
lass below me. Selfishness and cockiness is merely a
bad habit in my opinion. It's one that haunts many and
isn't all too easy to break. I myself acquire these bad
habits and not with pride. I wish I weren't as rude as
I was sometimes, but I wasn't nearly as bad as half
the inhabitants in these horrific lands. Did you cast
your name? I inquired. I couldn't remembering her
throwing it to me, or perhaps I hadn't caught it. Either
way I was pondering what it was. It made conversation
a lot easier when you know who you're conversing with.
Am I right?

Once more I placed myself into a sitting position. I
didn't stay still for very long ever. Occuli circled the
lands again. Winds rushed about the atmosphere
and rustled my pelt. The ebony coat dull in color with
a bit of silver running through. My visionaries were
always ones to stand out against my darkened figure.
They were golden in hue, almost as gold as the paint
provided by the setting sun. These tinted eyes then
motioned back and locked upon the opposing dame.


394words.

[sombra]

A prudent expression lined the easily swooping lines of my countenance, long lashes falling over my sapphire irises for several moments as I gave an exasperated sigh. I wished she understood better, this conversation would make fewer circles - which would be perfectly fine with me at this point. Lids finally allowed my pupils to hone upon the subject once again, peaks descending in unison as I stared reticently. Tick. Tock. Breathing calmly through my nostrils, the tip of my tail continued to flick in a contemplative gesture. "I'm simply pointing out that you don't seem the type to utilize that capacity." It was murmured diplomatically, and in a tone that was almost patronizing. The makings for a small smile twitched at my labrums in a direct response to the japing expression that was tendered upon her countenance, a brow rising in a fashion almost motherly.

I was in fact old enough to be this one's mother, though I did not know by how much I knew I was older. I had weathered more winters, felt more wounds and watched more sunsets than this one. But I did not point out my superior age. Why would I? She would giggle and call me senile. The mist coiled about my facet, enveloping my entire figure save for the inescapably vibrant cobalt spheres. They dancing somberly over my counterpart's facade, inspecting each line and analyzing it thoughtfully but with swift, practiced precision. Her words seemed very nearly blasphemous, and the hide aloft my nape stood on end in response. Lips were tugged up and over my incisors in a mild warning. I was not to be treated lowly. Even when I was but a loner I did not take the idea of others setting themselves higher than me well. And now that I possessed rank I was well within my rights to harbor that peeve.

"I am no one's court jester." It was growled softly under my breath as I stood and towered, obviously higher (my fur on edge gave me extra height, at least three inches to the tips). Frigid eyes bore into her own, talons clenching the soft earth below as I stood stiff and prepared to duke this one out. "Sombra." I snapped, skull growing level with my spine as I stood there and glowered at her, suddenly no longer passive but inexplicably menacing. A begrudging snap sounded as enamels clicked together, hindquarters declining to the composition slowly. The wispy mast curled about my haunches and my lobes stood in a temperate zone aloft my skull.

[//?S.tarklian]

ooc| sorry its been forever, i've been very busy.

The dame suddenly seemed rather infuriated, probably by my remark that I had come in search of her to entertain me. I would of been rather irritated if one had stumbled across my land and ordered that too however. As the belle appeared to grow in her height her temper dropped lower and lower. I had not a tinge of fear within me at this point. I was one that provoked fights on a constant basis. Until this girl actually struck forth in an attack I wouldn't show fear for it wouldn't be felt. She then snapped once more with her name. Oh, she must of spit it earlier when I had fell into my trance. I did my best to keep my sneer down away from my mug but the edges of my labrums couldn't resist to quirk upright slightly. I sat still upon the earthen mounds with the wind rustling against my worn pelt and the fog slowly slipped along us. Now, now, keep your calm. Cranium rose towards the heavens and ligaments shoved away from the terrain. Hackles pressed upright from my spinal column and harks followed upon my scullery roof. Lips curled back to reveal ivories that had sunk into many others flesh. I can play this same game, act all scary and tough as if to prove a point. Lyrics shot and then bodice relaxed once more. Tresses lowered upon my carapace and auditories perked upright. My labrums relaxed back down and a chuckle emerged forth of me.

I know you can fight, I know you can be tough. You're a lycan so of course you can do all that. But can you prove to me you're different? Cranial cocked slightly, Or are you the same as all the others I have come across? My inquiries wanted answers. For all my years I had found my way upon others lands, I had met many lycans and countless other creatures who stalked this horrid place dubbed earth. Yet they were all the same. The equines rushed in fear, the lupes coward at my size, and the lycans only brought up their toughest appearance. I wanted to meet just one single soul that could prove they weren't as all the others. Was Sombra this? Could she prove to me to not be as all the rest? Only time would tell.

I was sure my questions would bother her slightly, for here I am upon her lands where her aroma litters the atmosphere, inquiring her as it should be the other way around. But this is how I was, my attitude towards everything, dull and seemingly uncaring. I was different than many others that any would come across but not many had time to get to know me on another level. Usually their sharpened dentals snipped upon my carapace and a physical quarrel would set out upon the lithosphere. I didn't win all battles but I didn't lose all as well. Would Sombra make this into a fight or would she calm her tensed nerves and respond to my inquires? I waited patiently.

[sombra]

A brow ascended at a steep incline, steeled gaze not bothering to tick with the outburst that followed her command. A hypocrite it appeared and an instigator. She did not value her life. That was obvious. ”Perhaps when you do so it is a game. But I don’t play. You tread softly or you’ll be treading on the bottom of the bog.” My harks had declined as I eyed her placidly, the threat just a bit disillusioning – it was said in such a pedestrian fashion. The fact that she had the audacity to ask whether or not I could prove myself to her coaxed a snort, mirth rising in my gaze as my incisors were displayed once again. What was this?! What did she think she was doing here. She knew very well she was trespassing. She knew very well that ripping her limb from limb was not far from my mind. She knew all this and still had the spunk to sit there on her high horse. I scowled, growling low in my throat. What she didn’t know was my capacity to cause her indescribable pain without so much as lifting a paw. Not many creatures knew that about me and those that did were too afraid to mention anything of the sort – they were the few that had suffered. It made catching my meals easy on days that I felt uninspired.

”To what end would proving anything to you serve, Stark.” It was a rhetorical question which in short stated that she could go screw herself. ”What you deem is commonplace in the lycan species is really only a product of what you don’t see. You are so shallow you see arrogance and deem it just so. Do you ever wonder what the cause is? I allowed the question to hang in the air for several moments before I answered it for her. ”I expect not. Now I haven’t the faintest desire to be set in a brawl with my neighbor but if you deem my territorial irritation to be a trait of the breed then you’re an idiot. I eyed her reticently for several long seconds, at a pause in my self-proclaimed rant. I knew she would most likely zone out, be a fool and not listen. Be a hypocritical wench. I’m sure there was cause for it, justification I doubted. She was doing this to push my buttons.

To be blunt I was done with her game. I was done dancing in circles waiting for her to say something intelligible. I did not owe her a thing but a good slap to the face. And that was on its way should this continue as it had begun. She probably was a hero in her own mind, so self assured and comfortable in the fact that she had not encountered any that seemed like her when really…if she had looked in the mirror she would have seen exactly what she loathed. Projecting, that’s the word, projecting. ”Now if you’d like to focus on a more civil topic than my character feel free, but don’t put me on a pedestal under your microscope and wait for me to answer politely as you watch me squirm.” It was said in a level tone, the tip of my tail flicking in a serene fashion as I stared down at her – my gaze both intense and apathetic. Did she understand? This was her decision.