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white lines, pretty baby - Aurelia - November 04, 2017
florida kilos - lana del rey
As again, the sun sank into the night's embrace, and the moon began its rise into the sky, Aurelia made her way into another unknown, yet unnamed place. So far she had met a few wolves and even fewer of that had made a positive impression on her. Though there was no denying the young preta was a beautiful creature, with a nice symmetrical face and sparkling yellow eyes, she had not had yet any luck at love. She never let anyone close to her, and when she did interact with men it was usually to shamelessly flirt and trick them.
Maybe she was just too picky, maybe there was no one who had really met her standards yet.
Who could blame her?
Aurelia liked her drinks like she liked her men: cool.
And right now she could really use a drink.
So with her fluffled up tail swaying behind her she made her way to the distant sound of running water, until eventually she found a stream that ran across the forest she was in. She approached slowly, a soft hum in her lips as she finally dipped her toes in the cold water and lowered her head to alliviate her thirst.
RE: white lines, pretty baby - Wardruna - November 05, 2017
Darkness has settled over the Wilds as Wardruna slips from Easthollow’s borders. He told @Noma that he was going for a walk in a neighboring territory, restless in his sleep and inspired by a nag that he cannot place to slip out for a few hours. His statement is laced with a subtle invitation for her to join him if she wishes but he does not force her either way. He goes whether she tags along or not, and in fact ventures further than just a neighboring territory. Still, he is close to Easthollow: choosing not to venture out of the Flatlands region. He rarely has, truth be told. His sense of direction was not lost with the sight of his left eye and he does not worry he will not find his way: he simply has no desire to venture too far from his thrall, especially if she chooses to stay behind in the warmth and safety of the pack that has taken them in.
He moves towards the sound of running water, lured by the promise of a drink. His thirst has grown as he ventures through the Downs but for the lack of wanting to drink from a snowmelt puddle filled with mud ( and the gods knew what else ) he ventures forward knowing that sooner or later he will have to find a water source. The bits of the Wilds he’s explored thus far have proven that there are plenty of water sources and that running out does not seem like a legitimate concern. Black, leathery nostrils flare as he comes across the river that cuts through the grove, scenting a female nearby. He bows his head to sate his thirst, his singular jack-o-lantern gaze peeking up to take in her across the river from him. He doubts that his presence has gone unnoticed but for once the northerner deigns not to be the first to break the silence.
He moves towards the sound of running water, lured by the promise of a drink. His thirst has grown as he ventures through the Downs but for the lack of wanting to drink from a snowmelt puddle filled with mud ( and the gods knew what else ) he ventures forward knowing that sooner or later he will have to find a water source. The bits of the Wilds he’s explored thus far have proven that there are plenty of water sources and that running out does not seem like a legitimate concern. Black, leathery nostrils flare as he comes across the river that cuts through the grove, scenting a female nearby. He bows his head to sate his thirst, his singular jack-o-lantern gaze peeking up to take in her across the river from him. He doubts that his presence has gone unnoticed but for once the northerner deigns not to be the first to break the silence.
RE: white lines, pretty baby - Aurelia - November 05, 2017
Without a second thought Aurelia drank and drank, her tongue lapping at the cool water's surface over and over again until finally she seemed to be satisfied. She had not yet felt the phantom weight of another's eyes upon her so she continued to act as if she were alone, because as far as she knew, she was. The wind might have carried her scent to the silent stranger, but it was playing against her since it only brought her the smell of pinecones and other forest floor residues.
Maybe it was for the best that Aurelia had not seen the man, for it was unlikely that if she did she would stick around very long.
He seemed scary-looking, not really cool.
Yellow gaze rose directly to the skies, missing for now the large shadow that looks upon her from the other side, and quicky focusing on the tiny specks of white scattered across the dark of the night's sky. She contemplated in silence for a couple of minutes before breaking the silence with a shy hum that progressed into a melodious riddle to the stars above. "cheer me on while i drink," she began, "dont you think, starry night, that life would be better if everything were pink?" she asked while letting a giggle slip past her lips.
RE: white lines, pretty baby - Wardruna - November 06, 2017
It takes Wardruna a long second to realize that she is not speaking to him, though it is the ‘starry night’ bit of her bizarre little speech — which makes no sense to him whatsoever — that convinces him. She is strange, he thinks, and he is immediately skeptical of her, monochrome hackles bristling with unbridled unease as she speaks so openly to herself because, obviously the night sky is not going to answer her back. “It will not speak to you skrýtinn,” He breaks his silence from across the river to her, fixing her in his haunted albeit sharp gaze. He can only see her with one eye: and for the moment she looks further away than he thinks she is: but he is learning how to hide his blindness and does not show the unease he feels at not being able to properly judge the distance and depth of her proximity to him ( or even the true size of the river ). He knows, given time, he will learn but it has already been a few weeks and he cannot help his instinctual impatience with himself. “It’s just a night sky.” Wardruna speaks, his lilting voice unable to fully hide the bit of patronizing tone it holds. She is strange indeed and it leaves the northerner feeling unsure of her.
RE: white lines, pretty baby - Aurelia - November 06, 2017
Sadly, Aurelia's joy was short-lived.
As soon as the other's voice rung in the air, the Lockhart froze, she was not expecting an answer (at least not verbal) from the sky but she was least expecting an answer from another like her - only she would soon find that he was not like her. Like a cat that's been scared Aurelia arched her back at the sight of the stranger's single bright orange eye, her fluffed up tail swished behind her nervously as the man continued to speak, a weird accent tainting his words.
Of course his little tone was not missed on her nor was it appreciated, Aurelia was not stupid and she would not be treated as such. Though the only thing that kept this stranger from her was the stream that separated them and usually she would not have risked to answer to another's taunts, maybe mercury was in retrogade so she did not hesitate to show the displeasure he brought her .
She liked her men like she liked her drinks: cool
Mansplaining was anything but cool.
"is it?" she barked back cooly, hoping to make him think twice , her tail lashing left and right, her heart wildly racing inside her ribcage.
"of course you wouldn't understand" she went on, her tone carrying a tinge of pity for the man, "you're just a blind man" she finished, not knowing that her choice of words was more accurate than she might have thought. She meant he was blind to the wonders of the sky - because he was too.
RE: white lines, pretty baby - Wardruna - November 08, 2017
Wardruna's ears pivot as she barks back, having noticed his lingering presence at the bank opposite of her, her tone cool as it reaches his awaiting ears. A smarmy reply to his condescended tone. She speaks something about his lack of understanding and his ears swivel once more and cup forth, attentive, atop his skull as he awaits her next words with a twitch of his lips partially amused and partially feral as he anticipates what she’s got up her sleeve for him. Wardruna does not expect what does tumble from her lips and thus his reaction is, as ever, utterly unpredictable. The anger at her unwittingly touch upon his vulnerability: calling him a blind man so carelessly as if calling anyone a blind man in any sort of sharp tongued jest is funny is abrupt. She has done more than touch upon a raw nerve within him: she’s pressed upon it until it throbs and he wants nothing more than to scream. In agony, in anger. It is the same thing to him now. Agony is what fueled his anger and the result of that agony even now that it is gone in the wake of the loss of sight in his left eye the inferno still burns and boils like hot magma beneath his skin. He catches himself: teetering on the edge of launching himself at her across the water — depths be damned! — or playing the war of words Wardruna believes the stranger thinks she’s so clever at. The language barrier will only make it hard for him to battle her successfully in a game of sharp wits. His grasp upon the common tongue is fluent enough ( he is of a sharp intellect, after all ) but he knows he will never master the elegance of a native speaker ( more-so because he doesn’t care to and not so much that he is incapable ). “Is that meant to offend me?” He draws, summoning cruel arrogance with a haughty snort to mask the ire that burns deep in the marrow of his bones. She didn’t know. Doesn’t know and it is for her ignorance that he hates her so abruptly and without preamble.
RE: white lines, pretty baby - Aurelia - November 09, 2017
shit, she has no friends but she has an enemy now lol
aurelia throwing shade
aurelia throwing shade
Some say ignorance is bliss, but in this case it was what had dammed her.
She had hit the man right where it mattered, right where it hurt andn without even knowing so!
She still stood at the edge of her side of the river, yellow eyes narrowed into slits that glared with resentment the man's single eye. He was staring right back at her, or so she presumed as she watched him react, or not react rather, to the words she had spit at him.
He snorts, reminding Aurelia of a fat wildhog she had once hunted.
ha.
ha ha.
"are youreally that stupid?" she hisses back, with a more dramatic eyeroll he could ever give (shade). She is not used to confrontation, in fact she avoids them but this... this just had to be put back in its place.
rude.
RE: white lines, pretty baby - Wardruna - November 16, 2017
this is post is basically word vomit and i'm sleep deprived so i apologize if it makes no sense, ahaha. xD
If Wardruna’s patience is a dashboard full of big, red, inviting buttons the woman does not seem to harbor any qualms about pressing all of them and the thinner his patience grows, the hotter his rage seethes and boils. Quickly, furiously, like water that’s at the very cusp of the pot about to boil over at any given moment. It occurs to the northerner that she has no idea the raw nerve she has exposed — how could she? — but that does not cool the heat that rises beneath his pelt, that does not soothe the stinging that the lash of her tongue leaves him with. Without much reason or any inclination of understanding from Wardruna, her ignorance only enrages him more. It is not fair …but he has learned the very harsh lesson in life that nothing is ever, at all, fair. “Are you?” He tempers his ire, somehow, expelling it in sharp wit and cruel hiss of the question he briskly returns to her without pause, in the moment it takes for her to finish on a breath and for him to draw one in. He takes a step into the river: a test to see how deep his leg sinks beneath it’s surface: to see if he can feel solid earth beneath the water. Pebbles stir and float around his paw as it touches upon the earth with the contradicting heaviness and weightlessness that water creates.
Wardruna has found solid ground: he knows the depth of the river that separates them and there is little to nothing keeping him on his side now except for her next words, hopefully, he thinks, to be chosen with care ( his body language suggests as such: that feral twitch that warns to tread with caution ) because he feels the familiar itch now. The preliminary exhilaration of a prospect chase and the impending possibility of a potential victory. It hinders on the precarious balance of a knife blade: thin and deadly.
Wardruna has found solid ground: he knows the depth of the river that separates them and there is little to nothing keeping him on his side now except for her next words, hopefully, he thinks, to be chosen with care ( his body language suggests as such: that feral twitch that warns to tread with caution ) because he feels the familiar itch now. The preliminary exhilaration of a prospect chase and the impending possibility of a potential victory. It hinders on the precarious balance of a knife blade: thin and deadly.
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RE: white lines, pretty baby - Aurelia - November 21, 2017
lol its okkk - i think imma have to have her flee soon if wardruna tries to cross
Adrenaline was pumping through her veins like a drug, giving her a high that made her feel stupidly fearless of the provoked beast that stood at the other side of the river. She kept staring at him, her nose scrunched in something close to contempt as the man came to inspect his edge of the river. "of course blind man for you it'd be hard to see who is and who isn't" she growled.
Though she felt a sudden flush of fear as the thought of him crossing the river to get her passed through her mind she did not budge. Something kept her feet anchored to the spot, a certain defiance against the male's numerous offenses.
But oh if she even suspected he was willing to jump into the cold water and swim his way towards her.....
Then it would be her most primal instict what would take over.
No, not fight.
flight.
She would take off running and disappear as she so easily did when she felt threatened, not without maybe cursing him through her teeth and hoping to never ever see him again.
RE: white lines, pretty baby - Wardruna - November 26, 2017
last post for me & wardruna; i went off what you said about her fleeing if he continues to cross the river. xD feel free to archive with your next post ( or as is )! :-)
Wardruna is done playing the war of words with her. Her words have only driven the nails deeper beneath his skin: and if she did not know that her casual and flippant calling him a blind man did not hold a cutting edge to it she certainly had to suspect by now. Each time she calls him it without any regard to the fact that he may actually have a sight issue ( though to his credit he tries to hide it as best he can ) it merely aggravates him more. It agitates and seethes and tears at him until he’s had enough and desires nothing more than to take her tongue as a trophy. Wolves like her didn’t deserve their tongues, he thinks and it’s that thought that spurs him to cross the icy river towards her. He shudders through his thick winter coat but ultimately grits his teeth. He is northerner. He has faced colder and she needs to know that he is entirely willing to back threats up — outright or subtle — with action. Wardruna intends to give chase to her long enough to ensure that it is unlikely she will not come back before he circles back around to take a deep, long drink of the icy water and make his way back to Easthollow, trying to ignore the chill that sets in through the dampness of his fur.
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