trekking eastward, Irahi

[fleur]

[ooc] fleur is hot.... [/ooc] -Contact Please use PM system or e-mail through this invisionfree board -Name Please call meh Fleur -Age Between 100 and 0 -Name Fleur Aurellia Travolin -Age Two-and-one-half years -Gender Femme fatale -Pack Joining Irahi Oh yeah, and just to clarify a bit, Takuvik could be annoyed and irritated by Fleur or a bit atttracted, either way you want it to go. She's a quite vain and thinks that practically every hawt male thinks that she's attractive, and that they think she's totally their girl. So she's flirty with them. But most likely, depending on his personality, he'll be pretty annoyed with her for being kinda vain and appearing pretty foolish to him....*shakes head* She's such a flirty dork. Cute, though. She thinks so highly of herself, like she's 'all that' but she's really only a pretty face and thick accent. xD [ic] ...but smarts she has not [/ic] Padding lightly down the rough-hewn slope, Fleur steadily approached the borders of strange lands unknown to her. The musky, faint odor of a masculine Alphen pricked at her nares, the scent's intensity growing as the femme fatale's bodice shivered as another strong gust of bitter wind whipped past her thin frame, carassing her finely-chisled features and ruffling her golden and ivory peltage. The intensifying odor grew into a rich, sweet aroma, and Fleur paused her gait for a moment to let her hazel optics and cream-dipped ivories pick up any further hint of other fellow wolves of her species before moving on, traveling further into the depths of more level lands, away from the tedious trek that the ominous mountain range at her back had proposed. A thin-liped grin set upon her dainty ebon lips, Fleur traveled swiftly deeper and deeper into the borderlands, hoping to find the Alphen whom had left his thick scent upon the borders. From what Fleur had fathomed, he was only a bit older than himself, and in his prime... Goot. The petite, slender fatalia commented to herself, the flirtatious, mischevous twinkle rising in his hazel, honeyed-orbs. A beet off fun, zen. Slowing her fluid, graceful trot into a sauntering walk, Fleur surveyed the scenary about her with much more intensity then before, inspecting the vivid flora and fauna of the forestry and admiring the beauty and varience of these lands. If she was lucky enough, which she had no doubt she was, Fleur would be granted permission to live in these lands, a very high honor to a wolfess who had spent her last few daunting months as a traveling concubine, trading her own body for a place to stay for a few nights and some meager food. But Fleur saw no disgrace or shame towards her means of payment- after all, she was beautiful, and there was no male that she had ever mat that hadn't wanted to be the sire of her pups. Or so she was convinced, though it was not the case. Those males who dismissed her as petty and annoying; they didn't see her obvious beauty. The brujos who had snapped at her in irritation; oh, they were grumpy, solemn old foagies. And the ones who had toyed with her heart and then left her to rot; they were only uninterested in her because they had realized that they weren't good enough for her. There wasn't one male -in her mind- that could resist her gorgeous features, her slender, curved bodice, her warm, melodic voice that could sooth the smallest of pains... Fleur halted suddenly, elegantly falling back softly onto a bed of spongy moss and flourishing her tassel all in one motion. Parting her muzzle, the femmora let a beckoning, wistful call emit her ebon lips, curling up into th eskies to resonate against the many trunks of scarred ancient trees and brambles of the foliage around her. Soon, the Alphen would come... Letting the very tip of her thick, plumaged tassel flick back and forth before her form lightly, Fleur arched her neck so as to form a sophisticated posture and splayed her paws before her, making herself appear harmless and very suductive to an arriving male. Any moment now, she would meet the leader of her desired lands and perhaps something more..."Zees vill be enterestink, I sink." Fleur whispered to herself under her breath, a tremor of involuntary excitement and anticipation of what was to come washing over her thin, fragile frame.

This post has been edited by fleur on Nov 23 2005, 11:57 PM

[Takuvik]

sorry for the wait. gah horrible post, forgive me. the next will be better. [spork]Takuvik was on his daily patrols, commiting absolutely no entusiasm to the duty. Day after day he went through the same monotonous routine. He needed some excitement in his life. [spork]Due just south of his packlands he ran across a foriegn female. As usual he barged in, his chest swelled and uneasy around the stranger, yet something was different this time. Midway he paused, his gaze fixated on her like a schoolboy on his local crush. Wow. After taking a brief moment to compose himself he continued on, less sure of himself than before. [spork]Uhm...can I help you with something? His golden eyes eased themselves down her frame, noting every subtle curve, every detail. Relizing he'd been staring he quickly averted his gaze, clearing his throat nervously. [spork]Fool, you're an alpha, damnit. Start acting like one. It was true, his strong air had vanished as the stuttering lover found its way in, yet somehow he couldn't keep the bumbling creature out. Though his brain screamed to be dignified, to make no exception for her, he heard nothing but his pounding heart and shakey breath. The time for logic was gone, his mind could only comprehend one thing, now.

[fleur]

[ooc] fleur is hot.... [/ooc] No no, 'tis fine. I've been very busy myself... [ic] ...but smarts she has not [/ic] Fleur was not at all surprised when the Alpha male entered the area, twigs and branches snapping and leaves crunching lightly under his strong paws. His frame was robust and limber, with supple muscles that showed easily in the golden light of late afternoon, revealing themselves to Fleur as they rippled under glossy peltage. Cocking her dial to the side slightly, Fleur turned her seductive gaze upon the Alpha as he inspected her, noting with sucess that he was eyeing her slender bodice with the utmost of care, with a glimmer of something -perhaps lust- in his golden optics. Escuse moi, but I am lookink for a zertain....pack. It es called... Ihrahee. Are you zee.... Ahlphen? Fleur questioned, putting distinct stress on her last word. Of course he was of high ranking, for he had come to find her upon her beckoning howl, had he not? But Fleur was only creating conversation, playing to the innocent wanderer's part. And that she was, though she almost always played life like it was a game; she was either playing one part or another. And though it was not now time for games, Fleur could not help herself but to ask the obvious question. Raising a single brow seductively, Fleur let a slight, thin-lipped smirk alight her muzzle, elegant and refined. Real women did not show their natural toothy smile, but instead kept mysterious, hidden. And that was what the golden and ivory hued wofless was doing; mysterious and secretive, with the slightest hint of lustful suggestion. As the Alpha fought with his own mind silently, Fleur let her tassel's very cream-dipped tip flick back and forth a few feet in front of her, brushing up against her un-protected underside and haunch every few moments. She could feel the uneasiness that emantated from the strange masculine brujo, and she hoped that soon, her friendly actions would dispell it. Suddenly, a thought occured to the femme. I hope that I am not.... tresspassink. I mean you no harm.... Once more, Fleur gained eye-contact with those stoic, hard golden optics, her own honeyed-hazel visionaries sparkeling gleefully.

[Takuvik]

as I promised, 'tis better, even if not very long [spork]She spoke. Oh heaven help him, she spoke. Though his mind screamed inwardly for him to gain some composure he could not silence those other voices, those other urges. Male that he was he could be manipulated, few couldn't. Any red-blooded male would plow through hell head first for a pretty face, do anything for a sideways glance. At the end of the day perhaps she wasn't the best type to trust, especially in his position. But then, a harmless amour couldn't hurt anything. [spork]N-no, of course not. He inhaled deeply, swelling his chest outward, attempting to replace that love-lorn gaze with that of one who had control and authority. There would be time for that other stuff later, now was serious and should be treated as such. As for Irahi, I'm Takuvik and alpha of the pack that you seek. I suppose then that you're looking for residence? [spork]Off in the distance the gentle coo-ing of a dove faded, drowned out by the harsh squaks of some abrasive raven, leaving the country side to reverberate with it's mad cry.

[fleur]

[ooc] fleur is hot.... [/ooc] As you've said, shorter is better! It seems my posts are getting shorter by the minute... Oh, Fleur is so willy over Takuvik! What she'd give to be with him...*snorts* In her dreams, though! She's not quite got the history or skills to be a leader, though I sometimes wonder what she'd be like as a mother... she'd probably mellow out a ton, and probably stop throwing herself at practically any hawt mascu she meets. She'd still be a bit awkward, though... and she'd have at least one little whelp that's a totaly prima donna like her, though! *giggle* [ic] ...but smarts she has not [/ic] Hearing his stuttering, Fleur's raised, thin brow softened slightly, lowering itself to make Takuvik, as he has stated his name was, a bit more comfortable around her. She nodded gently as he continued his speech, dipping her crania in light acknowledgement that his statements of her coming into his lands in search of a home -and perhaps something more- were true. As for Irahi, I'm Takuvik and alpha of the pack that you seek. I suppose then that you're looking for residence? Melodic voice rising and falling loftily, her tones, drawn out and calm, Fleur replied when the Alpha finished his statement. Why, yes, Sir... Takuvik. I vould be honored to become a membar off your pack...Iharee. A beautivul name... Fleur's smile grew a slight bit broader, and she winked ever-so-serenely at the Alpha male. Her honeyed-hazel optics twinkeled and danced in the golden light that filtered down in soft rays from the thick canopy of foliage above their limber forms. the sun was beginning to descend more rapidly than before, and in only an hour or so, sunset would be occuring. And her first real night as a true pack member of Ihari. Oh, this was wonderful, truly wonderful! Hearing the calm, peaceful coo-ing of the mourning dove, Fleur was reminded of the true beauty of these lands. I am the graceful dove, taken flight once more in the lands of a stranger... yet he is something more than a stranger now. An alphen. My alphen. Fleur's seductive, femonine gaze turned upon the masculine form settled before her, her visioinaries lingering over his supple muscles and long, tapering snout and well-chisled facial features, her auditories perked forward as a sign of obvious curiosity and interest in the alpha. Takuvik... a fitting name. Vould you fancy a valk, dear Sir? A tour of your lands, perhaps? Fleur suggested, breaking the uneasy silence caused by the harsh and shrill squaking of the crow.

[Takuvik]

Welcome to the pack. I'll add you to the ranks and edit your title momentarily. I'm going to close this thread, we can start up a new one in the packlands at some point. Very blah post. [spork]Victory. An overwhelming sense of accomplishment flooded through him, like that after the winning of a battle or a successful hunt. His blood ran hot and his ego swelled, his pride brimming. When he returned home tonight it would be as if a conquering hero, a manly swagger in every step. He'd won her interest, a triumph in itself. [spork]Okay. A tour it is. He smiled welcomingly, his eyes devoid of the usualy sternness that they possessed in these situations, replaced by a far away and longing gaze. Her name. It had completely slipped his mind to ask for a name. But then such things could be inquired upon later, it seemed a little late for that now. He turned, pointing himself northwards, towards home.