Sleepy Fox Hollow In Her Heart There's a Hole
Limit Two  September 15, 2020, 11:46 PM
Evelynn
Lone Wolves


The silver woman had been traveling for what felt like a lifetime now, and hell it might as well have been. The days stretched by like years, quiet, lonely, though there had been some fun sprinkled in. What she was looking for even Eve wasn't quite sure. Life had just grown stale so she started wandering. She followed her entertainment, moving from feud to fight, always knowing just when to escape before things truly got dirty.

Perhaps one day she would find the means to stop, but so far she had no real reason to. Long legs carried her north into the mountains. What she was expecting to find was a view and perhaps a direction, what she wasn't expecting was a colorful hollow filled with flowers and life. Pretty was one way to describe it, just like herself. Fitting that it was here she decided to pause her travels, if only for a moment to rest her legs.
September 16, 2020, 02:13 AM
Kynareth Deagon
Saints Of The Dying Light
The Grandmaster*
He travels to the vale south of his beautiful canyon of red this day. Wondering when another pack will throw themselves to him as the Saints unfortunate wolf next door. Though as he pads through, the trees, full, lush grass, and the occasional shimmering stream catches his eye. Such a cute little paradise next to the arid drylands of the Redsand canyon. The plush grass beneath his sand roughened paws is almost foreign — it feels nice. 

Yet the scenery isn’t the only beautiful thing he seems to come across this day. He takes a few more steps and he’s passing by the fairly large trunk of elderly oak tree when this stranger wolf comes into his vision. 

Instantly he’s curious. Tilting his head and raising a brow inquisitively he dares to step forward, completely showing his massive form to the smaller wolf. He doesn’t assess upon her fast, rather he strides with an almost lazy, yet confident swagger to his step. A charming smile upon his scarred, but still moderately handsome mug. The bridle stretched over his pelt glistening in the light from the sun. Muscles even shift beneath enticingly, his unnaturally curled tail proud — tall. 

He stops a fair ten or so feet away from the shewolf. “And who might you be, darling?” He hums is a smooth voice.
September 16, 2020, 12:55 PM
Evelynn
Lone Wolves

Evelynn let her eyes close as she took a moment to enjoy the sun's rays, humming lightly under her breath. However, the mild silence would be quickly broken as the sound of footsteps grew near. An ear twitched in acknowledgment before golden eyes flashed in the direction of her visitor.

It was almost as if a bear strode easily towards her, though it was clear from his structure that he was all canine. Completely wolf? No, certainly dog as well, not that it really mattered to Eve. Still, a brow would quirk as she accessed him. A strange pattern filled his pelt, something even she had not seen yet making him a wonder to the woman.

He had the right of mind to stop at a fair distance before addressing her in a purr like manner drawing a tilt of her own head, Wouldn't you like to know? The reply was shot back with ease as a smirk rolled across her features. Her stranger seemed confident, perhaps sly...enough so to draw her attention for now. This should be fun.
September 16, 2020, 02:45 PM
Kynareth Deagon
Saints Of The Dying Light
The Grandmaster*
Kynareth’s easy going smile remains as he chuckles. Her own hues a deep, resonant gold just as his own. Her reply is instant, confident it seems. Yet a smirk contorts her face beautifully and his thick auds perk towards her.

“I’d definitely like to know.” He hums coming a few easy steps closer. “I can go first if you’re shy, peaches.” Comes his rolling voice. “Kynareth.”

One of many names he goes by. He stands before her, head even with his shoulders as he looks down to the smaller. A quirky, yet mischievous glint in his glistening eyes. He’s a shameless flirt and it’s painfully obvious.
September 19, 2020, 10:03 PM
Evelynn
Lone Wolves

Peaches.

Well, that was a new one, but as amusing as the pet name was the rest she had seen before. Evelynn couldn't help but titter at the suggestion that she was shy, but who was he to know any better? His name is given as the other boldly steps closer though she made no movement only allowing her eyes to follow until he stood before her. A matching pair of gold gazed down at her filled with the kind of lust only a man could hold.

Very well, if that's the game he wanted to play...Eve let her grin falter as her own gaze drifted to the side with feigned forlorn Why, I'm no one darling. Though... if you must know,A short silence stretched out as her eyes darted back to his own before the corner of her lip quirked upwards ever so slightly, Evelynn.
September 20, 2020, 12:02 PM
Kynareth Deagon
Saints Of The Dying Light
The Grandmaster*
The Saint smiles at her admission, deciding to firmly plant his ass on the ground. A quick quirk of a circular brow and a gleam of pearly white teeth in her direction. He’s delighted at the name she gives him, he even chuckles at the I’m no one darling part. In good jest of course. 

Though he tilts his head and leans in closer. “Oh–, Evelynn it is then. A beautiful name for a beautiful, and I’m sure, quite deadly wolf.” He compliments. “Vicious things can come in small packages.” He chuckles. “Tell me Evelynn, what types of skills do you possess? Can you fight? Or do you prefer so talk about int he shadows? They both have their unique set of skills.”
September 21, 2020, 06:31 PM
Evelynn
Lone Wolves

Kynareth sat drawing a slight quirk of her own brow; it appeared that he had no intention of leaving now. In fact, he leaned closer leading to the woman tipping her chin up with a light scoff. I appreciate the flattery, though I'm afraid you're mistaken. I'm not one for brutish tendencies. At least unprompted, but that wasn't important. What wolf wouldn't stand up for themselves after all?

Eve's gaze dipped to her now raised paw as she inspected it with mild interest. Though I suppose in some manner you're correct. I am a wolf of many talents. He had questions, but she had her own fair share brewing and she would be a fool to give away so much of herself for free. With a side glance, the woman found herself tracing the muscles defined along the other's body.

You asked if I am a warrior and based on your build I think it's safe to assume you are one. So tell me Dear, should I be concerned? Her brows raised coyly before continuing, I like to be aware of my surroundings. After all, information was power. Perhaps she hadn't been attacked yet, but she was well within neutral territory, who's to say how things might change once she neared pack lands?
September 22, 2020, 12:54 PM
Kynareth Deagon
Saints Of The Dying Light
The Grandmaster*
She mentions that she tends not to dip her foot into brutish tendencies, unlike Donovan of course. But she is a quaint little lady, perhaps she has different skills than being a warrior. Never underestimate. Still, Kynareth smiles lightly when her attention goes aimlessly to her paw. It doesn’t stay for long, for her own coingold hues seem to trace his own form for a second.

She is suspicious of him, her following questions says so. Though he chuckles smoothly and shakes his head. “Not at all, darling. I’m more interested in something else rather than killing you.” Comes his simple, conversational reply. It’s not suggestive in any type of sexual manner, even though he is tempted by the beauty of this shewolf. He’s not interested in anything of that type in this moment.

He is interested in something else. “Though I am interested in knowing where you planning on going now. Perhaps we could make a deal that benefits us both. If you don’t think so, then you go on your way. Simple, no darling?”