Wapun Meadow Footfalls and flowers

for @paarthurnax :3 blah, Fang is so hard to work with at the moment. I'm sorry for bad start post ;-;

The meadow was a haven of colours and scents, the halfbreed found himself almost immediately infatuated with the scene. He had spent the better part of the day wandering aimlessly through the wildflowers, disrupting and annoying the small animals that called the place home. Having spent some time rolling around in the various flower patterns, doing his best to eliminate the stink of the spire that clung to him, he finally decided to settle in the shade of some nearby tree's. Laying on his side, spread out in the shade the wolf-dog relaxed, doing his best to simply enjoy the moment. Golden eyes closed as he began to doze, a midday nap, apparently. Speech thoughts

Paarthurnax struggled to understand the bad blood between Swiftcurrent Creek and The Sunspire, though she wasn't sure that she wanted to ask someone about it. As a member of the pack, she supposed it was right that she carry her equal share of the obvious dislike for their neighbours, but it simply want in her nature to harbour hate. And at the same time, the scarlet beauty did not wish to give her comrades any reason to dislike her for not having their backs.

The worry over it made her head hurt, so Paarthurnax did not hesitate to cross the invisible borders for the first time since she'd joined Swiftcurrent's ranks. It felt good to get away from the tension that resided at home, to leave her solemn thoughts behind, and her heart leapt when she found herself amid a field of glorious wildflowers. She paused in her tracks to admire the view at the brow of a hill, to breathe in and fill her lungs with the sweet aroma.

Paar remained there for several minutes, her copper eyes bright with wonder, before she let go and sprinted full-pelt down the slope and deepwr into the meadow. She sent petals of various shades - purples, pinks, oranges, reds - fluttering into the air around with every stride, and she ran without a care in the world. She hopped over rocks and uneven ground with utmost grace, galloped through streams, picked up her pace on the flat, and sped through the dappled shadows beneath the trees, directly past the male who rested there.

The rustling nearby increased, odd sounds, like the crushing of plant life under-foot grew louder. He was aware of the noises, but not entirely aware of what they meant. The single thought of Someone's having some fun when the running paws flew straight past the dozing male. Suddenly he was awake, his head coming up to look in the direction of the fleeing creature, half asleep his mouth remained open with his tongue hanging out in a rather vacant way* he blinked a few times as he realised what was in fact happening, almost leaping to his paws he looked around to make sure this distraction wasn't the only one nearby. His attention turned back to the female and her carefree sprint. Shaking himself quickly he barked a greeting as she moved off, beginning his own run to catch up to the creature who had not only woken him up, but Newport trampled him in the process. Speech thoughts

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She did not slow. Paarthurnax weaved between the foliage without a care in the world, her tongue lolling as she panted. When the cluster of trees came to a sudden end and open terrain was visible again, the crimson beauty veered to her left and began her loose ring around them. An unexpected wuff of greeting caused her ears to prick, but still she did not slow. She circled again toward the call and, seeing a male begin his own run in her direction, she grinned mischievously.

Paar thundered through wildflowers toward him, making no inclination to stop, and when there was a mere couple of yards between them, she propelled herself into the air. She soared over her pursuer and landed on nimble paws, picking up where she left off and yipping a gleeful response: catch me! it seemed to say, and she snuck a brief glance over a crimson shoulder for any sign that her new play-mate might be catching up to her.

When it seemed they were about to collide, he tried to stop his run, sliding in the wild-flowers as the white and red beauty almost flew overhead. His golden eyes followed her path through the air over his head. Damn He managed to mutter as she landed a short distance off, running once more. Fang was dumbstruck, stopped amongst the plant life, wide-eyed as she let out a summoning yip. The trademark half smile spread over his face as he launched himself after the female. Running, that was something the half-breed could do, and do well. A quick burst through the meadow and he'd be within a few yards of the female. A playful laugh escaping as he tried to keep up. Speed was an advantage he often had, stamina however, that was another story. Speech thoughts

She saw the unfamiliar male pull himself together and pick up his pace once more, and Paar slowed considerably to let him catch up. Soon he was hot on her heels, and she began to swerve from left to right, her tail flagging. It was when she tried to sneak another peek at her play-mate that she lost her footing and, with a surprised yelp, was sent tumbling through the wildflowers.

In a flurry of flailing paws, petals and pollen, Paarthurnax finally flopped to her side among the colourful plants in a laughing, sneezing mess.

He was gaining distance toward the female, for what reason he wasn't sure and if he did catch her he was even less sure what he was doing. Thankfully any concerns that might have been occurring to the halfbreed were forgotten when the crimson fae stumbled. This time he performed the leap over the top of her stumbling form. Landing a short distance ahead he came to a quick halt, concern taking over as he trotted back to the female. Any worry that she might have hurt herself were quickly dismissed when she was laughing. His own laughter joining in as he stood alongside the downed female. Nice moves. He managed to say between laughs, and catching his breath. You're all in one piece though, right? Speech thoughts

When it was proving too much to laugh and try to regain her breath at the same time, Paarthurnax hoisted herself onto her belly and panted heavily, tongue lolling. The two-toned male turned to face her, and close the distance between himself and her with a few long strides.

Her tail flopped lazily, and she beamed up at the wolf who'd so quickly become her play-mate. "Never been better," the crimson beauty chirped, and heaved a breath. "I'm Paarthurnax. You can call me Paar."

Shuffling a little, shifting his weight as he slowly caught his breath. Golden eyes looked over Paar. Satisfied she was indeed fine he nodded. Looking at newly destroyed patch of grass and flowers where she stumbled, he traced it back to the line of flowery destruction they left in their wake. A playful grin was growing on his face. You certainly know how to make an entrance Paar. I'm Fang, you can call me Fang. Actions Speech thoughts

She beamed her most winning smile, clearly satisfied at having made such an impression. She'd always been a flashy girl, eager to be in the spotlight but destined to remain in the background.

Paarthurnax followed her companion's gaze and looked around her at the skid marks in the ground, the flowers slung all around, broken and irreparable. She sneezed once more, and with a twitching nose Paar looked back to the playful male with mischief in her eyes. "Just can't help myself," she said, her tail thumping the ground.

Finally having caught his breath the half-breed lowered to his haunches, sitting amongst the freshly destroyed plantlife. Still grinning at the female after her confession. Do you make a habit of practically running down those sleeping in the meadow? Playful mocking in his voice, His own tail gave a gentle thump against the ground, his head tilting waiting on the fae's answer. Actions Speech thoughts

Paarthurnax flopped over onto her side, and raised a slender forelimb to bat her her new-found companion as he lowered to his haunches beside her. It felt good to let loose around someone - be herself, rather than having to worry about who was in a sour mood, or her duties to the pack. She exhaled heavily, relaxed and content, and cocked a brow at Fang's playful comment.

"Only the pretty ones," she said, stretching out to hook a crumpled violet flower beneath her dainty paw. Paar dragged it across the dirt toward her until it was gripped by her claws, then swung it in Fang's direction with a mischievous grin.

He took a playful nip, biting at the air the females paw occupied a moment before. pretty? He raised a brow at her choice of words, letting out a small chuckle. All the while she was bombarding him with a flower. He lowered himself to the ground, his paws stretching out before him inching closer to her. He made another playful bite toward her, his tail giving a flicker through the grass behind his frame. I'm only pretty when I get my beauty sleep. Now that they'd stopped running like maniacs, the familiar scent of swift current wolves reached him. The thought of mentioning pack allegiances flashed through his mind but was quickly dismissed, it didn't matter right now, did it? He shuffled about in the grass, letting out a playful grumble as he once more made a faux bite at the female. Actions Speech thoughts

Paarthurnax growled softly when Fang reacted to her playful prodding with a chomp at the air toward her, though she was far from serious. Her feathery tail quickened its beat and she eyed the two-toned male as he lowered himself beside her, forelimbs stretched out before him, and inched toward her. Paarthurnax gathered herself onto her belly again. Sneakily she stole a bump of her muzzle to his pale cheek, then jerked her muzzle away to avoid retaliation.

But he nipped at her again, his teeth grazing the tufted crimson fur of her ruff, and she grumbled in playful defeat. "Beauty sleep, hm?" Paarthurnax laughed heartily, appreciating that he'd played along with her playful comment rather than taking offense. She recalled Viinturuth's sulking when she poked fun at him in a similar manner when they'd been younger - that old sourpuss. "Do forgive me for interrupting. Another hour's snooze and I bet you'd be glorious."

Victorious in the play he let out a small chuff, his tailing flicking through the grass behind him. All the while the crimson fae continued her playful banter. Mocking a face of smugness, he lifted his head his eyes closed. Beyond glorious! He stated before a laugh escaped, his own poor joke amusing him greatly. He turned his attention back to his new play-mate with a familiar half-smile. So what drives a beauty from Swiftcurrent out to the meadows to wake up a lowly sunspire? Having spent some time in the meadow, and doing his best to remove as much of the lingering mountain stink he could he wouldn't be terribly surprised if she was surprised as his admission from being part of the spire pack. There was also the standing truce between the page is which lingered heavily on them not interacting without due cause. But Fang was never one for following stupid rules. Speech thoughts

Paarthurnax puffed out her chest in mock pride, and wore an equally pompous grin when Fang dubbed her as the "beauty from Swiftcurrent", though she was prompt to deflate at the mention of Sunspire. Her expressed disappeared, replaced by one that could only be described as fearful, and she gawked at her companion with coppery doe eyes. "Sun... spire?" She swallowed, and pulled herself onto her paws.

What would Bazi say, if she knew that she'd been frolicking in the flowers with a wolf of their enemy pack? Paarthurnax' heart began to race, and she turned away in preparation to leave. "I should go," she suddenly and solemnly announced, consumed by guilt and the urge to get away.

Suddenly things seemed to change the look of shock and fear on his companions face surprised the hybrid. Her words struggling to escape at the confirmation he was indeed from the mountain pack caused a frown to replace the playful visage over his face. Oh. Well. Uh. Before he could say anything else she announced her departure and started to move off. He lifted himself up from the flowers and took a short step in anticipation to follow the fae. hey, if this is about me being part of the mountain pack. Let's just say I'm not much of a sunspire. He admitted, doing his best to sound dismissive. Fact was he wasn't a terribly integrated member, and he wasn't about to hang around the mountain much longer anyway. Which you know, is why I smell like flowers. He added with a nervous chuckle. Speech thoughts

Paarthurnax ducked her head, and shamefully gazed at the flowers as she continued through the meadow in the direction of her home. She heard her former play-mate pull himself to his paws and make his way after her, but she did not look back. Instead she squeezed her copper eyes shut, trying to ignore the guilt she felt for leaving him there. Surely not all Sunspire wolves could be bad? And why was Swiftcurrent so against them?

Unable to understand Fang's words, she paused in her tracks to contemplate them. Almost timidly she lifted her crown and looked over a slim shoulder, at the frown that tainted his features. "What do you mean?" Paar asked, confusion present within the copper of her irises. "You either are, or... you aren't?"

Stopping short of the female the hybrid let out a small huff. His golden eyes matched hers for a moment as he thought on his next choice of words. Well, it's like this. I'm only part of that pack for the moment until I find something better? Mostly anyway. He shifted his weight amongst the grass and flowers. He had no expectations she'd believe him, or choose to stay, the evident fear from her reaction to him being from the mountain gave him an indication of that. Speech thoughts

Last one from me!

She listened, but not patiently. Paarthurnax wasn't sure whether or not to believe his words; if he did not want to stay at the Sunspire full term, then why did he remain? Why not just go his own way, and seek something better as a loner? Swiftcurrent was obviously not on good terms with them, which made her uneasy, and so she felt uncomfortable despite his assurances. "I'm sorry, I..." what? "I have to go." And she hurried off without looking pack, without stopping even if he called out his objection.