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She touched in the forest on the back side of her mountain. <I>Her</I> mountain. Lips twitched at the thought. Yes, it was hers, and had been for some time now. Her brother had still had not returned from his journey back home and she was beginning to worry. There was no way to communicate with him to know that he was already and ease her worries. Luckily enough, her thoughts had been preoccupied and she had been too busy to actually focus.
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The fires raged, but fall was here, the temperatures were dropping and the trees that hadn't been burned were beginning to change color. Oh the fires. They still raged, burning angry reds and clouding the skies with black smoke. Would the gods save them and send down rains? Wings tucked against her sides as she began to walk, ears pointed forward attentively. This place was still untouched by the fire, it was quiet and peaceful, like a little slice of heaven.

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@Israfel
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Alabaster <i>silk</i> tangoed in sultry rhythms, <i>intermingled</i> with chartreuse fibers which sprang forth from the bosom of the earth; slippers beating languidly against blanketing of <i>verdant lushness</i>. Scapula’s rose and fell in <i>primal</i> tides like the <i>eternal</i> romance of oceanic <i>lullabies</i> as stalwart pillars sewn unto thy breast moved with ever decisive movements. Stygian <i>murk</i> did not subside as its immutable clutches has but <i>stripped</i> delicate fuchsia pools, set unto thy handsome skull, of the exquisite gift of <i>sight</i>. Saccharine was the zephyr which swept across the landscape to caress and portray the landscape to the blind in remarkable notations of <i>aromas</i> which <i>tip toed</i> upon the current of the atmosphere; with such was it bubble gum nares flared faintly to the sweetest touch of the breeze as pearly espadrilles fluently whisked in ballet like movement to the side, bringing the framework of Seraphic sewing sideways, side stepping like that of a mighty war stallion! <p>

Thew rippled across the fabrication softly as auricles swiveled upon the monarchial dome, erect and alert as the <i>whisper</i> of the woodlands spoke of fables and dangers. Tenderly did low hanging branches but <i>whisk</i> to touch the tendrils of ivory fiber which outstretched from the frame, giving note to the surroundings which bordered as duplex tails swayed in <i>cadence</i>.

 
 
 
 
 
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@Caracara
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It was the crunch of earth beneath paws that altered her to his presence. Baby blues searched until the pale figure closed in on her. For a moment she remained silent and simply watched as he danced across the earth with quiet grace. Large white antlers stood atop his crown while tendrils of pale ivory dripped from his sides. <span id="ccspeech">"Hello."</span> She greeted, whimsical lyrics cascading easily from her lips. It wasn't often that she got to meet new faces, particularly new faces that knew nothing of her vile temper. Wings hung loosely at her side, relaxing easily while feathers danced in the light breeze.
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Talons sank into the earth without trying, her bird like feet carrying her a few steps closer. She moved with natural caution, unsure of whether his looks were deceiving as he was an ugly beast beneath the surface. Nostrils flared, tasting the earth, sucking in the heady scents of forest and rogue male. But he wasn't <I>her</I> rogue male. Still her attention fixated on his albino features, it in her blood to admire beauty creatures.

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@Israfel
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<i>Hearken</i> did <i>syrupy</i> vocalizations which <i>hummed</i> across the air in vibrations which <i>tickled</i> auricles. Sinew beckoned and bent to the whims of the gentleman as stalwart pillars as <i>lithe</i> as ballerina feet, sojourned the rhythmical beating of pearly espadrilles upon the <i>tepid</i> bosom of the earth below. Singular audit flicked forth upon the cranium as the nares flared to the <i>whisper</i> of the breeze which infiltrated the woodland labyrinth; muscular neck <i>rippled</i> as it outstretched so that the nostrils would reach further outwards to the perfume of the woman before him, <i>testing</i> before he would withdraw. Virile breast would therefore <i>rumble</i> with the ascending proclamation of sound, <i>deep</i> and <i>husky</i> as bubblegum enraptured kissers parted in the smoothness of <i>honey</i>. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Salutations…””</font> Upon edges would muscles twitch, lifting <i>distinguished</i> lips upward into a cordial grin, <font color=#ffb6c1>”<i>Mademoiselle</i>.”</font> Canter did the skull downward in regal bow.
 
 
 
 
<font color=#ffb6c1>“Speech”</font>
 
 
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@Caracara
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He turned towards her, each movement perfectly defined and controlled. Muscle rippled beneath his alabaster coat, his voice was a deep rumble that tickled her centavo ears. His crown lowered into a bow, a peculiar greeting falling from his pale kissers. <span id="ccspeech">"I'm Caracara Madar, who might you be?"</span> Silky lyrics fell from lips, her crown tipping fractionally to the side with interest. He had impeccable manners, something to be coveted. Perhaps she shove him at Widow, her sister could use a little action.
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With measured steps she sashayed closer, seeking a more conversational distance. Haunches would fall to the earth, legs folding easily beneath her. Wings relaxed further to hang loosely at her sides like curtains. Feathers pressed against the earth, splaying delicately. Her gaze traced the outline of his face, memorizing the fine lines and curves.
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The forest chirped around them, seemingly unaffected the by the gathering of predators or the fires that raged just on the other side of the mountain. The faint stench of smoke clung to the air, though not nearly as heavily. The clean air of the forest made room for his cologne to float towards her, to invade her nostrils and complete the inventory of him to be tucked away for future use.

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@Israfel
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Auricles flicked to and fro with methodical rhythm to the <i>whispers</i> of the zephyr and their clandestine tales. Tendrils of <i>crisp</i> air flitted forth upon saccharine breeze, caressing and <i>soothingly</i> wiggling unseen fingers through silken garments of cherubic craftsmanship; purity of <i>snow</i>. Proboscis was beckoned by the culmination of <i>thick</i> smoke intermingled amid the <i>saccharine</i> aroma of pine needles, foliage, and <i>earth</i>. Cotton candy lips parted in smoothness as salmon hued tongue crept forth from the crevices to <i>tangoed</i> upon silken skin ever so <i>delicate</i> and fragile to the tender kisses of the radiation of the day. <font color= #ffb6c1>”Pleased to meet your acquaintance, mademoiselle.”</font> rumbled he, baritone thick and husky as it thrummed deep within the virile breast. Arctic lashes swept with eloquence in a downward spiral to brush faintly against crested cheek bones that refined the monarchial statements of the skull; <i>shaded</i> and basking within the umbrage of frosted lashes did delightful bubblegum oculars direct their attention to the woman, sight seeming to <i>slice</i> through her very soul. <font color= #ffb6c1>”Pardon my manners,”</font> - begged the sir - <font color= #ffb6c1>”I am Israfel Van Orrick.”</font>
 
 
 
 
<font color=#ffb6c1>“Speech”</font>
 
 
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@Caracara
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Upon closer inspection, his eyes were unseeing, a flaw that could not be overlooked. He was blind to the world, unseeing of the beauty around him. Polite lyrics spilled from his pale lips, and she would in turn smile and dip her crown to him, a natural gesture. <span id="ccspeech">"It's a pleasure."</span> She would purr. His name rolled fluently off his tongue, Israfel. A unique name, though it suited him. There was a slight tilt to her crown as she watched with curiosity. What was he doing all alone? <span id="ccspeech">"It's a difficult time to be a rogue."</span> She commented, eyes lifting in the direction of the fires.
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<span id="ccspeech">"This place is small, I do not believe I have heard of your family name."</span> Small talk, something she was fairly decent at, unlike her brother. Perhaps it was what made her a better leader. But it was time to put that ability to the test. She was in desperate need of filling her ranks, Caelum needed to grow, they needed allies. It was solely up to her right now as she had no upper command.

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@Israfel
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Cant did the monarchial skull, tilting in a precarious manner momentarily as auricles swiveled and captured every utterance which befell the lips of the woman that had crossed his path. Sinew rippled faintly beneath <i>flesh</i> and alabaster vestments, twitching to the faintest touch of the breeze; sensitive beast by nature, <i>bound</i> by the confines of his perplexing dilemma of existence. Umbrellas of the optical region, frosted and <i>enchanting</i> in their own right fluttered with the fierce softness of butterfly wings, enigmatic and <i>effeminate</i> in their own right to beguile and yet to <i>highlight</i> masculine features. Crested cheek bones crafted exceptional ridges across the exterior of the face, setting within the cranium highly regarded optical of depleted sight that shone and <i>scintillated</i> like eternal fuchsia pools. Evident was the stately breeding which befit muscular yet <i>refine</i> fabrication which was <i>swathed</i> in silken alabaster garments sewn by <i>plump</i> cherubic hands and <i>blessed</i> by the god’s; adornments of finest ivory crowning the resplendent dome in jovial notions of sovereignty. <p>

Diadem shifted upon the cranium, erect and <i>rotated</i> toward the noble woman –the maiden’s scent proclaiming <i>power</i>- as bubblegum kissers parted like <i>silken sheets</i> whispering against the breeze. <font color= #ffb6c1>”Indeed it is a dastardly time to be that of a lowly vagabond, Mademoiselle Caracara.”</font> The lyrical tone which spilt from rolling and accented tongue to pronounce her name was somewhat delightful, <i>exotic</i>, bringing a delicate and cordial grin forth upon thy lips. <font color= #ffb6c1>”Which is why I seek to establish my own abode and kingdom amid these lands.”</font> -momentarily he paused, audits flicking- <font color= #ffb6c1>”Although I have no desire to impose upon your kingdom; pardon my manners but your perfume divulges the rank you hold Mademoiselle.”</font> Duplex tails twitched faintly, slithering across achromatic slippers as the diminutive rodent that hid within the crevices of his antlers chirped softly. <font color= #ffb6c1>”And no, Mademoiselle, the house of Van Orrick fell long ago, forgotten and whisked away by the tides of time…”</font> Subtle was the melancholy which bit with a crispness in his voice as brow furrowed, facial features returning to their normal state swiftly.

 
 
 
 
<font color=#ffb6c1>“Speech”</font>
 
 
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@Caracara
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Brow arched with interest as he mentioned plans of forming a pack of his own. As far as she knew, Caelum was the only pack so far. What did this mean for her? He seemed kind enough, but it could be deceiving, he could wage war on her pack. After a brief pause he would state that he had no intentions of imposing on her own kingdom. Lips tipped up in a smirk. He was smart, without a doubt. A low laugh spilled from her lips. <span id="ccspeech">"You would be correct. I'm the Rani of Caelum Clutch, on the mountain just outside this forest."</span> She mused. <span id="ccspeech">"I suppose it should come as no surprise that I'd like to hear more about you pack."</span> Words were light with faint amusement. Perhaps she could forge an alliance with his budding empire, she could befriend him for now, establish betrothals later, tie their empires together irrevocably.
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There was brief melancholy to his words as he spoke of his family being no more. She could not imagine her family being swept away, to be no more. <span id="ccspeech">"It's a heavy burden to have to rebuild your family line."</span> Her words were soft, barely above a whisper. He had a long road ahead of him, that much she was sure of. But he was well on his way if he was beginning to form a pack of his own. That was the first step, secure of empire that would protect his line.

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@Israfel
<center><table border="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 100px; "><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><font size="2"><div style="background: url('http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x373/NeonPaws95/3d8d5fcf-74e4-44bc-82bc-8ef0d6c1f532_zpsdlzsfssk.jpg'); border: 5px solid #FFFFFF; -webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; -o-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float: left; margin-bottom: -7px; margin-left: -15px;"></div><div style=" font: 30pt serif; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: 2px solid #FFFFFF; line-height: 25px; text-transform: lowercase; length: 30px; margin-top: 40px; padding-left: 50px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #ffb6c1;">ISRAFEL VAN ORRICK</div><div style=" font: 10pt arial; letter-spacing: -2px; background-color: #FFFFFF; padding: 3px; length: 100px; text-align: center;  text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffb6c1;">Found&nbsp something&nbsp real&nbsp that's&nbsp out&nbsp of&nbsp touch</div><br></font></td></tr><tr><td style="opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px; "><font size="2"><div style=" font: 7pt verdana; width: 300px; line-height: 11px; padding: 5px 5px 5px 25px; text-align: justify; color: Silver; border-left: 2px solid #FFFFFF; margin-left: 40px;">
 
 

Windswept whispers of lyrical tones, <i>effeminate</i> and seeming to <i>coo</i> in avian notes fluttered upon the atmosphere with quizzical notations. <i>Curiosity would not kill the cat</i>. Subtle was the humble sight which befell bubblegum kissers of exquisite <i>softness</i>, such vocalization <i>smeared</i> by the resonance of the zephyr as it swept across existence. Cordial <i>caresses</i> slid through alabaster vestments designed by cherubic <i>genius</i>, spreading the aromatic cologne which was pungent with the aroma of pomegranate blooms and white musk; <i>masculine yet refined</i>. Pelvis slid downwards in a languid movement like <i>fluid</i> as the haunches pressed against the <i>crisp</i> earth which had beckoned forth the seraphic apostle to an earthy throne. Auricles crept forth upon the dome in exaggerated rotations which deciphered every utterance which befell the lips of the woman. <p>

<font color=#ffb6c1>”Ah, but I am in the midst of a Queen.”</font> Cant did the skull once more, tilting downwards in a pleasant bow as the left forelimb lifted, curling against virile breast before his stature returned to its former regality. Frosted achromatic lashes, thick and <i>sumptuous</i> fluttered to <i>sweep</i> against cheek bones as optical gemstones <i>stripped</i> of eternal delights <i>basked</i> beneath the snow fallen <i>veils</i>. <font color=#ffb6c1>”A burden it is….”</font> Rumbled he, baritone thick and <i>hardy</i> within the chest as vocal chords <i>thrummed</i> and played magnificent tunes to the whimsy of the muses. <font color=#ffb6c1>”My kingdom shall be constructed on the remnants of my lineage as well as their teachings…”</font> Facial muscles twitched to allow lashes to languidly lift upwards as milky pupils fastened on the darkness which surrounded. Supple kissers flexed and twisted upwards in that of a jovial mannerism, handsome and stately in essence, <font color=#ffb6c1>”Pardon me once more dear Queen; my heart belongs to that of the light of the world and in the ancient teachings of my heritage I am a simple man of the healing art as well as defense. The knowledge of generations long forgotten was that of intermingled skills of medicine and battle. I seek to bring forth the art of healing once more, only skilled in the ways of war lest it is called upon to defend ourselves…”</font> Salmon tongue flicked upon the lips as he began once more, <font color=#ffb6c1>”Mademoiselle, and may I ask the dealings of your kingdom?”</font>

 
 
 
 
 
<font color=#ffb6c1>“Speech”</font>
 
 
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@Caracara
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