Midday Samba

[Cutty]

Like I always say, Ooc:: Short post, I know…>.> I’m tired. there is no I in team, All right, tact number one: Pack, succeeded. She had sort of sauntered off away from the scene in her limpish like manner leaving both her new alpha and that peculiar female behind her. Every stride cut in half with a limping-notion as the female’s stomach swayed in notion. The land was fantasized, flat, basic, it wouldn’t be surprising to see a tumbleweed go rolling past either. The white female exhaled settling herself back upon wide hips as obsidian, olive gaze lift and fell over the earth. The hills rolling in their rolling ways neck was curved supply and rippling as Cutty sat gazing out over the horizon-alone and hungry. The womb of her stomach clawed at by hunger as she exhaled a mild sigh and fell downward resting out upon her sides, legs stretched out resting and slightly curved upward towards her belly in a rather ‘soothing’ pose. The buzzards croaked and the birds complained drowning out the sound of the field mice that kept to their own. The vouchers vouched, the birds sang, the buzzards cried, and Cutty groaned. Tassel flicked, curling upward for a moment before unraveling, forming a dust cloud as it hit the earth. Nostrils flaring in quick rapid succession and the world felt grave, drooped in it’s own billowed silencer an oh, how her eyelids felt heavy as they too began to close blinking becoming oh so friendly and frequent. Movements began to slow and the sounds of the animals faded out until only silence was heard. Lungs expanded and closed with each withering breath feeling a rapid slipping sensation of all feelings. It was a delightful thing called sleep. But there is me if you jumble up the letters.

[Malokyrn]

Malokyrn - ooc Hey there. -ic Nares inhaled the deep stench of the land, every breath reeking of... age, and decay. Great billowing clouds of dust were spurted into the air with each placement of foursome mitts, causing the occasional reluctant sneeze. Twin peaks caught only the sounds of the slight wind that often encircled the Flatlands. T'was not the bruten's favorite place; in fact, he really would have preferred that it not exist in his terra. Upon entering, he always emerged with a dirt-laden coat, a bad sneeze, and an awful mood. His hopes were high that none would approach the borders anytime soon... for were he to trek out there after spending an hour here, his disposition would not be friendly nor alpha-like. Yet perhaps some liked it here. As the mascu walked deeper into the terra, nares inhaled not only the familiar scent of dust... but of wolf. Cutty, he identified, the femm recently accepted at the borders. The sedate smile formed 'cross heavy maw as the vix came into sight, taking an afternoon nap it seemed. Footsteps were immediately quieted; many wolves were quite angry when hastily awakened, and the wolfen suspected that this femora was no different. The bruten came to sit a good ten yards away from her. Shoulders fell, stretching him out into a stiff laying position. Pillars were spread out before him, heavy crown laid 'pon them. Bushy tassle was wrapped 'round folded haunches; from the general posture, the mascu appeared asleep. However, optics were wide open, thoughts pondering at how angry the vix would be when she awoke... Probably furious. image by malokyrn|table by tak

[Cutty]

Like I always say, Ooc:: Why hello :3 See? Cutty's not an jerk all the time! there is no I in team, The dirt mingled with ivory fur as the female lay stretched out over the sandy wasteland. The sun was hot, a single white eye in vast blue eyes; reflecting off Cutty’s ivory coat like a mirror, tassel pleasurable flicking against earth allowing small dust clouds to rise. The occasional puff of grass aroused from the dirt-barren land but with that exception it was just a plain of dirt and grime- the grass dulled to a pale yellow as one reached the stem giving the land the most despicable appearance. ”Hello, sir,” one of Cutty’s dark obsidian pools open; a mask. Body curled, rolling on to her spine before rolling over a second time on to her paws and to her apex, fur clouds dusting her ivory pelt as she watched the alpha deliriously, talons scraping the earth and the stone beneath the dust, the rod and the rusted, ashes and the dust. Pupils narrowed; obsidian eyes floating away from the alpha’s figure and to the earth below her, limbs separating as she shook out her pelt; relieving it of the dust. In fact, Cutty was rather tranquil; more then usual when she aroused. A dreamy state over her glossy orbs still lost between oblivion and reality making her have one of the most pleasant attitudes unlike her normal I’m-going-to-rip-your-head-off stance. Front limbs startled out in front of her stretching her spine, shoulders relaxing as jowls parted in a mighty yawn, tassel flicking pleasurably. Ivory brow gave a quirk as she stood to her short apex shaking her coat out a second time as she aroused herself back in to reality. Exhaustion still crept over his obsidian eyes this was obvious from there dull glint deep within the pupil-auds curled backwards in the most lazy of positions and haunches were slumped downward as the female reclined to wide hips. With one quick muscle pull, tassel curled ‘round her front paws which held a fair distant apart to keep her wobbling balance. Joints crackled and groaned with protest as the dirt-blown wind blasted Cutty uncomfortably in the face. But there is me if you jumble up the letters.