The Sentinels haha wryd?

looking for someone aria's age to flirt with(male) or become friends with(female)! testing out some of the personality i planned for her that I haven't really explored yet. no emotional strings attached with the flirting unless someone wants to make plans OOC... right now she's just being an adolescent ;)

 

It was noon and Aria was damn near freezing her tail off. She was from the north, sure. She was plenty used to the cold, but that didn't make it any less cold. The girl had just gotten back from a semi-successful hunt, and currently held a pair of squirrels in her jaws, both hanging by their tails. She would never call small game a successful hunt, but it was all she could find today and food was food. The pretty young girl was carrying to two back to one of the packs caches, but was slowly beginning to grow more and more hungry... It was becoming more appealing to her to eat them rather than cache them. But she made the decision while walking, she'd rather keeping moving than stand alone without the warmth of another. The den was a bit too far from her to settle there and eat, she decided. It was still early and there was no way in hell she was going to sit around all day. For now, she only made her way to the nearest cache, her ears perked for signs of others or possible threats. 

Behati hadn't been seen for a long time. he suspected she was keeping to the edges of the pack, and therefore avoiding him. this was annoying, since they were supposed to be boyfriend and girlfriend. he actually hadn't even told Eilidh. he hadn't told anyone. the lack of saccharine affection from his paramour had made Cas not want to brag about it, especially now that she wasn't even hanging out with him. ugh, whatever.

in the middle of his sulk, Cas spotted that pretty girl, Aria, carrying a couple of prey-pieces through the snow. letting out a low woof, the Mayfair boy approached. "hey, do you want some help?" he offered, and then something hit him. "hey! it's my birthday!"

The low woof caught the attention of the girl, and she turned her head to watch him over her shoulder as he approached, tail wagging as he did so. She didn't ask the name of the male. Although she had never formally spoken with him, she knew him as the son of Lasher and Blue Willow; Casmir. She had no social connection to the male at all whatsoever, but had noted when she first joined that they were roughly the same age. Upon this memory, this gave a bit of a smirk to him, her ice eyes taking a moment to look him over.

Aria was not aware of any romantic connections between anyone in the back besides Lasher and Blue Willow or Dante and Osprey. In fact, the female that Casmir had been so close with she'd never even met before. The name had been spoken to her once or twice, but never did she meet the girl. The thought of Casmir and Behati being "a thing", never crossed her mind. If she'd had this knowledge beforehand, perhaps her response would've been different. But she hadn't, and here he was, and to her he spoke.

Before she had the chance to perhaps ask for help, he immediately shouted of his birthday, to which Aria's ears perked up. She held her grin, although it appeared a bit more innocent now. She dropped the small game and sat, ears perked forward. "Well, then happy birthday," she woofed, eying the prey as a sort of birthday gift. She nosed one of them forward, her eyes remaining on the male. She was unsure of his reaction, and would gladly slow her roll if he appeared uncomfortable, but a little kindness never hurt anyone, as far as she was concerned.

he met her eyes with a slow sort of smile, and his tail thumped against the ground as he leant forward to pick up a piece of meat. "t'anks," he mumbled past his mouthful. she really was pretty, in a tall and pale way. Pearl was giddy and silly, and Behati was outburstish and made of delicate desserts. He really didn't know how to comport himself around them, but he was learning. Aria seemed friendly enough; Cas swallowed down the last bite and scrutinized her.

"where are you going? d'ya want some company?" he presumed she was headed off to the caches, but assuming things, even little things, made an ass out of one party. or so he had heard. falling into step with the pale girl, the Mayfair boy couldn't help but notice the glinting colour of her pretty eyes, and his heart beat a bit faster.

"Mm," she hummed through her own squirrel, holding it by tail and watching him with interest. He practically swallowed the meat, which she didn't judge him for, and once again turned to ask question. "Mighty curious," she murmured, extremely clearly for having such a fluffy tail in her jaws. She answered regardless, showing that his nosiness hadn't truly offended her. Not that it had mattered, regardless of her higher rank he was a sort of royalty among the pack. To her the Alpha's would always be the kings and queens of the pack, it was how she was raised and how she learned. They deserved the respect they earned, the only difference here was that there were less rules. 

"I'm headed to the caches," she woofed, confirming his thoughts. She eyed him again curiously, her posture straight and still, only her eyes looking him over. "If you wouldn't mind, I've been craving a bit of friendly conversation," she had already began padding towards the nearest cache, her tail swaying side to side as she went. She turned her head once to make sure he was following, and then let it remain focused forward when he came beside her. 

"How has your day been?" she asked, her eyes turning to watch him. She noticed his gaze already on hers, and held back a smirk. Her gaze fell forward again, a playful smile tugging at the edge of her lips. "Having a nice birthday?"

he colored beneath his dark fur; he was acting pretty nosy. but before he could apologize, Aria answered his question, giving him a sort of rundown as to what she was doing. and so he followed beside her, sneaking glances from time to time when he thought the girl wasn't looking. Cas was coming to appreciate long, slender legs, and those Aria had in a graceful quartet. the affable sway of her tail accompanied the sashay of her hips, also, which he couldn't decide was deliberate or not.

it didn't matter. she was pleasing to look at, and she wanted his company. either one of those things were enough to ensnare the boy, but in tandem, they created a sort of potion that glazed over his eyes and left a wide target for Cupid's little arrow. zing! it went, and just like that, Cas was done for.

"uhum," came his witty repartee in the face of her smile, her dancing eyes. "it's really good now," he ventured, his own lips curving into a grin as his dark plume swung behind his hips. "what about you? how's your day?"

gentle power play just to move forward, hope that's alright. i can edit if it isn't <3 

"Quite uneventful," came the reply. It came as honey, slipping from her tongue and allowing the cold air a sense of relief. It was as smooth as she was, and she couldn't help but smile as she went. The younger male seemed obviously a little cornered by her words, and she praised herself for her appearance. She gave a gentle hum as she looked the boy over again, his boyish figure showing signs of maturing; slowly, but she assumed soon he would appear more of an adult than a child. It was in this look over that she found similarities to his father, and fell every-so-slightly intrigued to his form. His only draw back were his eyes, she decided, which were hardly as bright as Lasher's dreamy blue ones. 

And then it was silent, for a bit they walked in silence because she had nothing more to say and wished for silence. She assumed he had nothing intelligent to ask, and was somewhat relieved by this. While she didn't truly care, the male was bound to dig himself a hole of sorts with his bountiful assortment of questions, and she willed him to stop while he was ahead. It was then, that the walk took a turn.

She dropped her squirrel and stopped, leaping to the side and lowering herself in a playbow, rump swaying along with her tail as she did. "Why don't we take a break?" she invited, her eyes narrowing but mouth curved into a gentle smirk. The invitation to play was definitely caught off guard, but she hoped it'd be seen as intriguing. So she waited for his response, licking around her muzzle once in order to catch a bit more attention.

we are good!

she was smooth. god, she was smooth. her natural fluency carried her around him; she glanced into his smitten eyes. had he been a bit older, Cas might have suspected her sudden flirtation, but as it was, she was the Shelob to his Frodo, and he fell gratefully into her web. they walked in a silence that had him on edge; he wanted to seem interesting and intriguing, but was much too distracted to say anything. 

suddenly, she leapt side, lifting her rump in the air and bending the front of her body down to the snowy earth. Cas stared. it was all he could do at this show of playful flexibility, and while he had learned to control his body's response to such stimuli, he flushed again, coloring even further as her tongue lashed seductively at the edges of her lips. "um ... what ... what did you have in mind?"

He did not respond as she wanted, and found herself feeling bad. Perhaps she'd taken it too far, usually she could have some fun with it, but now she seemed to be dragging him along beside her, hearts plastered over his eyes. So she rolled onto her back, deciding maybe something a bit calmer would do. She let her head lean back so she could view him. Upside-down and so low to the ground she saw every bit of him, but averted her eyes; as experienced as she acted, it might've been hard to believe the thought of intimacy frightened her ever so slightly. 

She held his gaze from down below, tail wagging and creating an awkward sort of snow angel. "How about a bit of cloud watching?" she offered hopefully, an unmistakable sound of need in her voice. It was accidental, but she wished for the male to open up a bit to her. She enjoyed the awkward company of him, and wanted him to lay beside her and talk- even if he could only find redundant questions to ask. Maybe he'd be ready for her to put some moves on later. Maybe he'd even be so bold as to put his own moves on her another day, but for today, maybe she should tone it down a bit.

had she asked him to run in circles until his heart gave out, Cas might have done it. infatuation had run with his blood, fueling each word he spoke, each movement, each gesture in her presence. Behati was cute, lovely, a dessert who faltered like he did. Aria seemed much more experienced, seductive, and Cas was naturally drawn to the skill he did not have. she lay down in a mary-jane-making-out-with-peter-parker move and the boy chuckled in spite of himself. 

he lay down alongside her, tingling at their fur brushed, and gaze up at the sky. it was thick with clouds; the sun tried its best to shine from behind the cover. he didn't see anything initially, but after a moment he tipped his head sideways to look into Aria's eyes, trying to slow his heartbeat. "is this something you do a lot?"

She was relieved to feel his fur brush against her, his touch vague and innocent. She liked it, and admittedly him, but more of a friendly manner than anything romantic at this point. He was goofy and childish, but unlike most of the immature males she'd ever met in her life. She was just as experienced as he was; as in not at all. The only difference was she was better at controlling how she felt, he appeared to be a mush of everything he felt all at once. 

She leaned her head sideways to do the same, eyes locking and smiling sweetly. It was not. In fact she'd only done this as a young pup with Joey, the male who she had learned her battle technique from. "Mm," she hummed, looking back to the sky. It was not a definite yes or no, she'd leave it up to him to decide. 

The clouds looked like nothing more than mashed potatoes, and she noted this with a bit of boredom. Had the act itself not had so much romantic history behind it, she would've gotten up and left, but she was a sucker for such fantasies, and remained. 

She turned to face him again, this time shifting her body entirely to view him. She didn't dare drape her slender legs over him, but her front paw grazed his chest as she did so. She laid on her stomach now, head raised a bit as she looked over him with a diamond white gaze, white fur matching their pureness. She simply studied him, unsure of what to ask or say, but after a moment she smiled and turned her head vertically to the sky to view the clouds again, neck and chest gently exposed. It was not her intention, and even if it was she doubted the male would make any more, but for now she simply looked at the mashed potato clouds and wondered.

she didn't really answer, but then again, Cas didn't really care. the clouds were without actual shapes, but he could hardly be bored in her presence -- her little paw brushed the fur of his chest, and his gaze widened with surprise before he regained his composure. his mind wasn't on the sky anyway -- it was filled with Aria, for he had fallen hard, and her encouraging glances and gestures only fueled this. his golden eyes deepened with affection, and in his mind he found the encouraging, boyish hoots of his shoulder devil/angel. 


touch her back! came the exultant voice of the devil
you have a girlfriend! the angel chided.
yeah, but she's gone. zip.
you still shouldn't do --

too late. Casmir found boldness in himself; he did not roll to his stomach, but met the gemstone paleness of her gaze, took a breath, and reached out to rest his paw very lightly upon her hip. the pressure was deliberate, but gentle -- at a moment's hesitation from her would he snatch it away, but he fell into her eyes again as he waited. if she did not draw away, the boy would move somewhat closer, nudging her cheek in a gesture that had both clumsiness and intent clinging to it.

A sudden rush of heat rose to the girls cheeks. She was... well, shocked. To believe that this awkward bundle of fur had actually made a move was quite impressive, and caught her completely off guard. But she didn't stop it. Her ears were perked, and she looked back to the male's yellowish gaze. She cleared her throat, almost as if she had caught his own awkwardness like it was a sickness. She was unsure of how to respond, but after feeling his warth against her cheek... well... she couldn't help it.

She leaned into him, resting her head upon his chest (i think it's still exposed right?) and allowing his paw to stay where it was. She closed her eyes and breathed lightly into his fur. It was innocence that overtook them both. Neither truly knew what they were doing, and Aria wasn't sure she wanted to explore it just yet. But she enjoyed his company, and was comfortable enough to linger so close for so long. Had he allowed her to stay, she would've fallen asleep on him, allowing their budding friendship to blossom into something else.

meep. possible fade here? if he's gonna be awkward about it i'll post again ;) but i thought this was a good way to end. also still unsure if this or lashers thread came first?? but i think this one