Post by Akante on Feb 1, 2012 0:26:49 GMT -5
.:Verressa:. said:
((Sorry its kinda crappy
))Light grey paws trotted over the cold soil, bright blue eyes blinking as the girl moved through the woods. Her mouth parted, her voice echoing just under her breath as she sung to herself, “Upon one summer’s morning, I carefully did stray, down by the walls of wapping, where I met a sailor gay.” Her voice drifted quietly through the cold morning's air, her breath coming out in little puffs of smoke with each note, “Conversing with a young lass who seemed to be in pain, saying William when you go I fear you’ll never return again.” Her voice was soft, beautiful, and as she walked she let her body sway to the tune, “My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May, and oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway.”
Verressa had been here for a few weeks now and despite those she had met on the borders, and those she had seen at the pack meeting, she had yet to really meet anyone here. As a matter of fact, she had yet to carve out any kind of life for herself yet. She was rankless, accessories, and just about had no perpose. Great way to start things out, aye?
“Where many a pretty blooming girl we did behold.”
She did have a plan however. She would become a Siren, no matter what. It was, after all, the perfect rank for a girl such as herself. She may have not been an intellect or a brute but she knew how to get what she wanted and she knew several ways to do it.
Coming to a halt, Verressa peered into the semi-clean what before, staring down at her reflection. A soft smile formed on her lips, her maw opening one last time to sing the last vurse of her song before she knelt down to quench her thirst.
“Reclining on a bosom of her jolly sailor bold.”
Shark said:
Mornings.
Oh how he hated mornings, especially the cold ones. Shark shivered slightly as he woke, there must've been a cold front moving in on the marshes, great. He had it in his right mind to stay put this morning and just curl up and stay warn and dry in his den, no acceptances, no Sonja, and no horse. Peace and quiet would be his very best friend today, besides, he owed himself a "me day". So with that in mind, Shark decidedly snuggled back down into his den without a worry in the world.
But we all know how these things go, you want to go back to sleep, but something else gets you out of bed and unwillingly you actually have to DO things that day. And so it went with Shark, except, he didn't really have to DO anything in particular, but something outside had caught his ear.
“Upon one summer’s morning, I carefully did stray, down by the walls of wapping, where I met a sailor gay.”
Something said in a singsongy voice, and did he hear what he thought he heard? "Gay? what the hell--" Shark maneuvered out of his den and out into the cold morning air, his breath showing in the air with every exhale.
“Conversing with a young lass who seemed to be in pain, saying William when you go I fear you’ll never return again.”
Ok, he either had to be dreaming or there was some weirdo running around singing super early in the morning. Either way Shark didn't like it, so he left the mouth of his den and went in search of whatever was singing.
“Where many a pretty blooming girl we did behold.”
Came from his left, and he pivoted to follow the sound, it wasn't that it was enchanting, sure the voice was pretty, but he really just wanted it to stop so he could go back and sleep in peace, and he also wanted to know why the hell this female was singing about gay sailors and pain.
“Reclining on a bosom of her jolly sailor bold.”
And with that the singing had stopped, but not before Shark had noted the word 'bosom'. Yea, Shark noticed the littlest, if not most perverted things. Sticking his nose in the air, he followed a scent that was pretty near by, assuming this was the voice he had heard, he stuck his nose through the bushes, and was face to face with a long haired femme. Was this the one who had been singing earlier, who knew maybe? She was bent down taking a drink form the pool of gathered water. "Hey, were you singing earlier? Because if you were...what the hell were you singing about?"
.:Verressa:. said:
With the sound of the male approaching Verressa didn't bother to raise her head and continued to lap at the cool serface of the water. It wasn't until he spoke, and she had had her fill, that she turned her face towards him. "Hey, were you singing earlier? Because if you were...what the hell were you singing about?" he clearly didn't seem very happy with her singing, aw well not that it mattered to her.
She smiled slightly and shrugged, flipping her long bangs out of her eyes before speaking, " I don't know, it's some song I picked up." She said not really carring, turning her body to face his as she sat down, "But... If I had to guess, I'd say its a love song." Not that love really mattered to her she just liked how the words were formed. She looked up at the male, he was hansom and seemed like he had just woken up. Had she been the cause of that? Pity.
"I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met. Who are you?" She inquired, her voice silky.
.:Verressa:. said:
The male looked her over, clearly not very impressed with her outer appearance, not that it mattered to her much anyway. She had enough confidence in herself to know that others opinions didn't matter. Unless, of course, she could get something from them. "A love song huh? Didn't sound like one to me." Now that she thought about it, she didn't quite understand why it could be considered a love song herself..."Eh, maybe it's just one of those deeper meaning things." She said with an easy shrug and a slight flick of her ears.
"May as well, and I haven't seen you around either, name's Shark, and I'm a Watchman. What about you darlin'?"Ah so he was ranked? She hoped she'd be able to say that herself soon. Being called darlin however hardly even crossed into her radar. It was the kind of talk she was use to, the kind of talk she used herself. "Interesting name, Shark. My name's Verressa." She said in a pleasant voice, presenting herself as a more sweet natured girl, when she could be anything but when need be.
"You must have been here quite some time longer than me if you're a Watchman." she said making conversation. She, herself, had only been here for a little while. She was new, but she was also old. She was here when Rita, her captin claimed for these lands, she just wasn't the first to seek acceptance.
Akeail said:
Xanto
The large elk snorted and shook himself. Damn this cold. Thankfully the hair on his hide was already fairly thick. He lowered his crowned head and started liping at the lichen. His keen ears twitched at the sound of a voice, it was... pretty. If you liked wolves voices. Xanto snorted and rolled his golden eyes. Rather strange isn't it? Prey with a predators eyes.
The elk moved forwards, the mare's silver feathers dangling from his antlers, he had silver beaded string in his antlers as well. This marked him as man raised, or whatever. He had been raised by a human, Arwan, but that was because his mare had lost her foal to a cougar, and took him since his Dam left him. He sighed softly and carefully listened in to the conversation,
"May as well, and I haven't seen you around either, name's Shark, and I'm a Watchman. What about you darlin'?"
Watchman? the mare said she was a Watchman.
"Interesting name, Shark. My name's Verressa. You must have been here quite some time longer than me if you're a Watchman."
Xanto snorted and entered the scene, carefully keeping his antlers and their decor from getting caught in the branches. "Good morning." His voice was cautious as he spoke his greeting. The front tines, that hung over his face held the silver feathers that the mare used to have in her mane. His sharp tines were obviously dangerous. His golden eyes watched between the two wolves. The female had excessive hair... Like, a lot of hair over her face. But he had to say, her markings were very nice. The male was slightly taller than the female, maybe an inch, while he towered over them with his five foot shoulders. The male's blue pelt was more appealing to Xanto than the females green, black and grey. With his head lower to the ground, his antlers between his head and the wolves, this was a norm for most prey that fought their instincts and stood side by side with predators. With his antlers between them, the silver rock string was visible with the silver feathers. He waited for either one to show signs of attack, or curiosity.
Should be interesting.