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Ruieze Fields
Open fields and soft grass...
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I am Orb. He often felt out of place in his environment. You would think he would feel dirty or violated, having the other voices inside of him all the time, having other personalities, other WOLVES taking up his very being, but Orb felt far from that. They completed him in a sense. He often thought himself a coward but Diesel was strength and courage. He was fearless and a savior for the weak. Orb was far from a lady's man but Bandit knew charm like the back of his hand and seemed to know all the right things to say. Of course, he had a bad side too and often had a short temper to match his fiery tongue whereas Orb was very patient and often kept things to himself when he didn't agree. The only one he really felt relatable to in a sense was Mags. Maybe because they were both shadows of what one thought they should be. She was often very shy and stuttered a lot where Orb could converse fairly easily. He was just softer of voice than the other males. She was smart though, oh so smart. She could see things the others wouldn't even imagine when looking at something. Like the way she saw the moonlight falling around the girl's body, creating an angelic appearance, like she had a halo around her. Bandit, of course, only saw a prize in the delicate creature but Orb and Mags saw beauty personified. She was startled by his voice, jumping a little but she had a graceful way of appearing startled, leaning to the side with her little paw lifted like a ballerina ready to start the next dance. Her voice was like a melody in itself and Orb was instantly mesmerized. His ears flicked forward and his tail gave a light swish. "OH, UM, SORRY." He mumbled, but even then, his gaze didn't drop from her features, wanting to read them like a novelist best seller. Of course, Bandit had to ruin it by rolling his eyes and adding his two cents. "EH, YI, YI, CRECE ALGUNAS BOLAS! GROW SOME CAJONES, HOMBRE! YOU DON'T NEED TO APOLOGIZE FOR TALKING. IT'S A FREE COUNTRY, LAST TIME I CHECKED. SEEMS TO ME, THE LITTLE LADY NEEDS TO PAY BETTER ATTENTION TO HER SURROUNDINGS." Mags gasped and shrunk into the corner and of course, Diesel started growling. Orb flushed and he did look away from her this time, his head ducked in embarassment. He knew that to apologize for Bandit's rudeness would only antagonize the latino more so instead, he held his tongue but when he looked back up at her, his eyes were apologetic. She agreed with him and looked back up at the stars and once more, he found himself enchanted. Then she gives her name and despite himself, Orb smiled. He couldn't remember the last time he gave a genuine smile to anyone but he just couldn't help himself. "THAT'S A, UH, PRETTY NAME. I'M ORB." He offered in return. Her question threw him off, his ears flicking back and his brows furrowed as he took a moment to look around, as if trying to better understand her words. She spoke of balance and he looked at the ground, wondering if there was more those same words could apply to. Mags couldn't agree more, though. She had ventured from the corner, nodding. "DEEP." She whispered in a soft admiring tone. Bandit snorted. "MIERDA IS WHAT THAT IS. BULLSHIT. I'VE NEVER HEARD A BIGGER CROCK IN MY LIFE." Orb scowled, not wanting to offend Elowen but afraid that Bandit would chase her off. "BALANCE IS IMPORTANT IN ALL THINGS. BUT I DON'T BELIEVE THAT ALL BEAUTY HAS DARKNESS. SOME BEAUTY IS SO BRIGHT, IT CAN BURN OUT ANY SHADOWS." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Confused? See my Info Page |