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Posted on November 19, 2013 at 05:58:43 PM by Orca
 Makes it So Hard Not to Cry The black rose prances on velvet petals through the woodlands. She is a wayward thing, prone to taking to the trade winds whenever the inspiration might strike... and queer to the eye to any that might behold her audience. She bears corsets the pitch sheen of a raven's feather, the stark hue fading to sterling stockings along her front legs and embellished by a snow white dorsal stripe that flows along the supple line of her spine and splices in two across the plume of her tail, only to bleed back together at it's tip. Silvery eye spots dot the back of her ears, and a platinum heart masks her face in a white cameo. sooty black and charcoal smudges the lids of her eyes, giving them a permenantly smokey look that brings out the vitality of her deep violet eyes. Her raspberry nose is tilted low to the earth, though her eyes are cast ahead towards the river. She is well upstream, very close to the borders of Spirane where her Mother and Father preside. There was a comfort, in knowing the nearness of her blood relatives, a feeling that often pulled her paws into this particular region of Moladian. But it has been long since the lass could call herself a wolf of the Mountain, for long ago she relinquished her birth-right to the crown. She'd not been born with a thirst for power, nor had she much care to take on the responsibilities of her Mother... not that she couldn't. It was simply that her Heart did not belong so stagnant and rooted to one place. She was a child of the Gypsies now, and for always it would so seem. But even amongst the gypsies, Orca was a class all of her own, and when Hawthorn disappeared, she felt more then ever like a misfit. But she had always been like that, a wallflower that was prone to her own fancies and content with her mostly solo lifestyle. She had no qualms when Alice took over the rag-tag band of nomadic wolves that roamed the freelands of Moladian, and Alice didn't seem to have a problem with Orca's spontaneous vanishing acts, allowing her to come and return to the gypsy order whenever it suited her. It made for a peaceful existence and neither female had ever had reason to disagree with the other. A flash of bright azure wisps through the trees and a small iridescent stellar's jay alights on a thatch of high-bush cranberries near the banks of the river. Blue chattered and whistled at his lupine companion, beady eyes bright and inquisitive as he watched her carefully. She was poised atop a massive shoal over river boulders that stretched out into the winding current, creating a riffle of water that spilled and churned into a deep quiet hole near the shore. She was crouched low, delicate rump raised slightly higher then her forehalf, muscles flexed taught beneath the svelte of her petticoats and she shoulders rolled subtly from side to side as she readied herself for the strike. The whole of her focus was honed upon the placid surface of the water just near the shore. Beneath, silver shadows wriggled against the current, bodies that flashed and gleamed with rainbow scales and danced in the reflections of her eyes. The she wolf steadied herself, possessing a nearly preternatural grace reminiscent of her shamaness blood. Inhale, Exhale. All sights and sound fade into static in the background. Even Blue's presence is momentarily set aside as she singles out one silver shape beneath the rippling serf. *Swwissssshhh* She dives into the water, arcing up and coming back down nose-first, submerging like a torpedo as fangs retract around a sleek scaly body. Forepaws come quickly after, jabbing the creature into the rubbly creek-bed beneath and holding it in place for only a moment before she breaches the surface with her catch secured firmly in her jaws. The fish flops wildly as she blows water from her nostrils and wades to shore where blue was waiting expectantly. The little jay had hopped down right to the waters edge and was cackling and barking madly with delight, flapping his fine avian feathers and dancing to and fro. Orca tossed her prize at the bird's feet, and he greedily began to peck and peel at the fish's exposed insides. "Hurry up and take your fill, Blue... I am positively ravenous." She spoke earnestly but with obvious amusement at the small bird's expense. Her stomach growled as if on cue, but she settled next to her little familiar and waited with undaunted patience for him to finish filling his small belly. Gypsy Rose * Black Magic Woman * 7 Years Wandering * Cast A Spell On None * Mesmerized by None |
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- Untold Desires - By Czech November 22, 2013 at 10:28:04 PM
in the pursuit of happiness - By Hawthorn November 29, 2013 at 01:37:27 AM
Just a Rainbow In The Dark - By Orca December 1, 2013 at 09:00:25 PM
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