Bring me to Life (Open)

[|The March Hare|]

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[atrb=background,http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/4140/briarmidcopy.png] A tiny, shrew walked closely to what it thought was it rock. A very strange rock though, maybe it had been kicked around a little or gotten dirt on it. Whatever the reason it looked like that, it would be perfect to keep a lookout for prey. That was the last thing the shrew thought as it trotted closer to what it thought was a rock, which indeed had been a wolf. A strange yet dull wolf whose coat offered the perfect camouflage as it had rushed quickly forward and snapped up the shrew. Now with her cover blown the wolf stood up and walked onward, further away from her pack's territory into the free lands. It was dangerous to be out alone but the she-wolf was confident in her abilities to either hide from or run from any danger that presented itself. Her dull gray eyes were trained forward while her ears and nose were pricked for any signs of danger or approach from elsewhere. So far so good, so she continued onward to the large water source. Soon, she stumbled upon it and for a moment she stared at her reflection. Her face was so like her brother's that she nearly lost her breath for a moment. She made herself focus on her dull gray eyes, the one thing that made her immediately identifiable from her late-brother for his eyes had been a beautiful sky-blue. Her heart started to ache painfully at his memory. No, I will think no more of that traitor... He deserved what he got. But did you have to be the one that gave it to him? A tiny voice in the back of her mind reminded her. The wolfess ignored the voice and lowered her head towards the water to give it a good sniff. Fortunately it smelled decent enough to drink so she lapped up the water. Afterwards she settled down a few feet away to lie down with her head upon her tiny paws, listening to the water flow down its path. "Listen to my words." Behold, I think. Tags: Open Notes: --- Muse: 5/10 Words: 348

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[Mad hatter !?]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/2enm801.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] [/style] [style=width: 300px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; background-color: aeaeae; opacity: .7; -moz-border-radius: 50 20 0 0px; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 0 8px; line-height: 90%; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; color: 000;] Verdain, quiet- assured. Fear motivates his steps, for the loner lands are a terrible place. But if peace is what you seek, it is also an escape. His mouth hangs agar, allowing white teeth to glint ever so hazardously as his limbs continue on. It is a particularly cool spring day, and thus his fur lays at odds- tussled from the breeze. His head pivots to catch sounds, nothing that might make his heart beat faster. Why would he be concerned, anyway? The man was in fact, a guardian, willing to sacrifice himself to fend off any strange creature from Aserio. It is weird to think that he might so easily kill himself for another; the lesser barbaric side of him. Verdain is nearing the water, scenting the air ever so. Soft sand soon greet his paws, allowing faint prints to follow him. He is aware that she is here, the lady that he has seen in Aserio yet not yet spoken to. The man is uncaring for a moment, eyeing the waters edge. He dips a single paw into the murky liquid, studying it, before deciding not to take the chance. He turns his attentions to her, a few metres away. His eyes gleam with friendly intention, observing her kindly. You are from Aserio, yes? He greets, allowing his lips to curl happily. Yes, a plaster of happiness, of kindness. Yet hidden inside was the stoic man, feeling none of the emotion he so presented eagerly. Nice to see a familiar face so far from home, especially such a beautiful one. He calls, with a slight chuckle, dipping his head slightly. Verdain watches her, pivoting his ears to catch her voice, slowly moving forward. there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[|The March Hare|]

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[atrb=background,http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/4140/briarmidcopy.png] You are from Aserio, yes? Her head lifted and she saw the ivory wolf before her and she simply gave a silent nod in reply. She hadn't had much dealings with him before as he was a guardian and she was a hunter... She didn't even know his name now that she thought about it. At his next set of words she nearly rolled her eyes and left, although that wouldn't have been too kind. Maybe if she were a loner she would have done such a thing but not now that she was in a pack. Besides he had done nothing wrong, only complimented her, but no one ever complimented her. Not on her looks anyway for she certainly wasn't beautiful. Her fur was dull as well as her eyes. She wasn't complaining though, it made her one of the best hunters and if she didn't want to be bothered she just had to sit very still and fade into the background. She contemplated that now but decided against it, maybe being friendly would be good here. "Sure," She said in an emotionless voice, not sure how to react to the "beautiful" comment since she wasn't going to be hostile or overly excited like most females probably would. "Didn't expect to see anyone here." That was true enough. She had expected to be alone with her thoughts. For some reason the pack had started to seem a bit smothering, maybe it was because some of the pack members didn't want her being out alone since she was so tiny. Her reaction to this was sneaking away and going as far as she could. No one could very well make sure that she stayed in the territory, after all, that was like trying to contain a shadow or a whisper of wind. It wasn't going to work at all. "Listen to my words." Behold, I think. Tags: Verdain, open Notes: --- Muse: 5/10 Words: 327

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[Mad hatter !?]

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[/color] he adds, in such an egoistical manner it might cause disgust. He is silent then, wishing not to interrupt the lady.

Their are strange familiarities he notices in her, which makes him nervous, makes him avert his opulent orbs away; diverting his gaze to the water eagerly. Is she watching him, with those eerie grey orbs? It is everything about her he can not fathom, how she reminds him much of lifelessness, which in turn makes him panicked and unsteady. It is life, that Verdain is impassioned by, which is funny because he is anything but Life. The man is incased, hiding from the world. And seeing so much of himself in this wolf has suddenly tuned down his arrogance.
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there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[|The March Hare|]

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[atrb=background,http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/4140/briarmidcopy.png] She had never said what it was to begin with but nevertheless she spoke her name to the male. "Briar." A simple answer in a slightly sweeter voice than she had previously used. She needed no other words to get her point across, unlike his prideful telling of the name Verdain. She didn't mind his arrogance though, if he felt the need to show off then by all means he should do it. If others felt the need to be that way then she had no qualms against it, she really did have a lot of patience for certain things. She blinked once, slowly, as she watched wolf's gaze travel to the water. Was that nervousness she sensed in him? It wouldn't surprise her if it was. The wolves that didn't find her cute and defenseless usually found her unsettling. He must be one of the latter. Her head tilted to the side and she blinked curiously. Where had his former flattery and bravado gone? Did he have nothing on the inside to back up the outward show? She didn't particularly like when others judged her based on looks alone, whether they judged her to be defenseless or not. She felt almost bad when wolves were put off by her dull, almost lifeless appearance. "Won't bite you." Her tiny try at humor probably had come off as a failure but at least she had tried, especially since she had the tendency to leave off the word "I" when she was speaking, to her the "I" should just be understood. She probably would have just done better at averting her eyes and leaving the male to speak on his own. A tiny almost inaudible sigh escaped her muzzle as she too allowed her gaze to slip to the water, though she was careful to focus only on her eyes as her fur would most likely bring up painful memories of her sibling. "Listen to my words." Behold, I think. Tags: Verdain, open Notes: --- Muse: 5/10 Words: 333

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[Mad hatter !?]

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[/color] He does not know what brings him to correct her, but perhaps the want of somesort of reaction. He wonders if she will care much. It's very nice to meet you, Briar[/color] He purrs, his old bravado slowly returning. Might I ask what brings you so far away?[/color]
Sincerity rings in his voice, wandering if in these loner lands he is still obligated to protect the members or, in this case- member of his pack. Something could so very easily happen to the tiny female, and he doubts she would be able to handle such a situation. Terrible things lurk in these lands. Perhaps it might scare her into coming back to safety, Verdain's weak attempt, atleast. The man only cares that if something were to happen, he would envitably be blamed for the situation; and given god knows what punishment when he returned home.[/div]

there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[|The March Hare|]

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[atrb=background,http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/4140/briarmidcopy.png] "I. I won't bite. "

[/b] The only indication that she was even slightly annoyed at being corrected was a subtle flick of her left ear. Other that she simply blinked. Yes, I know how to talk... That was what she said inwardly but since the she-wolf had the firm belief of "if you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all" she kept her mouth shut.

"Same." Was her reply to him saying he was pleased to meet her. Another flick of her ear signaled annoyance again at his last words. Did everyone believe she couldn't take care of herself? Size was only a disadvantage when you let it be. Besides, she was perfectly capable of dodging danger should it rear its ugly head. However, he had asked a question so she had better answer it.

"Solitude..." She paused and considered adding something to show she was able to care for herself. Was it worth it? A little voice argued to her that it was.
"Can defend myself. Not a pup. Just small." So you don't have to stick around just so you can guard me. She liked being with others but not if they thought she was too tiny to keep her nose out of trouble. Babysitters were different from hunting groups.

Her eyes roved over the male and she wondered how hard it was for him to hunt. She wouldn't know what to do with white fur, it seemed so hard to make blend in. The wolfess' eyes flicked back to the water and she watched a fish swim by, happy her fur was no such color. "Hard to hunt?" She barely knew that the words had escaped her lips until the sound came out but even so the words could be easy to miss as they had been so low. She hoped that the male hadn't heard her, it was a silly question anyway. He was a guardian (she figured he was since she'd never seen him at a hunt) so it didn't matter if he could hunt well or not.

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"Listen to my words."
Behold, I think.

Tags: Verdain, open
Notes: ---
Muse: 6/10
Words: 386

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[Mad hatter !?]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i47.tinypic.com/2enm801.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] [/style] [style=width: 300px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; background-color: aeaeae; opacity: .7; -moz-border-radius: 50 20 0 0px; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 0 8px; line-height: 90%; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; color: 000;] He gets the hint clear enough, she doesn't want him around, Verdain was an acquired taste to some; it was either you liked him at first, or you hated him, and it seemed like Briar was on the fence on that. He is moments away from turning away and leaving, but then she mutters a question that echoes in his ears. He turns back, watching her, studying her. He is silent for a moment, eerie. You blend into the background, but you forget that not always you are hunting. It is emotionless, blank. Almost like he is not talking to her. He blinks, staring for a moment before turning away coldly. It does not answer her question in the least, and he does not know exactly why he says it. Verdain moves forward, as if he is on the verge to leave. Yes, it's hard to be like you. You're real, you hide nothing, I commend you for that Briar. For I hide everything. Verdain thinks, before He decides not to glance back, allowing his legs to drag him into the direction of home. Notes- Verdains exit. Sorry, was museless. xD there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[|The March Hare|]

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[atrb=background,http://img341.imageshack.us/img341/4140/briarmidcopy.png] "You blend into the background, but you forget that not always you are hunting."

[/i] She didn't know what to say to that. It was true that she blended into to background but she didn't always assume she was hunting. Blending in was just something she did well... so why did his words hit her in a place that no others had? A subtle frown appeared on her face and she stared at the ground.

His last words barely rung in her ears. He was a quizzical person when you got right down to it... She liked that. A little. He saw the layers in life or at least that was what she thought. Or maybe he didn't and was just strange like her. The she-wolf shook her head confusedly and watched the wolf leave with her dull eyes. Making no move to speak or stop him.

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"Listen to my words."
Behold, I think.

Tags: Verdain
Notes: -post ends-
Muse: 4/10
Words: 150

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