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Post by trenton on Nov 11, 2011 22:23:44 GMT -8
Skölls vibrant orange eyes stared down at the crow. It sat in a tree, on a branch just a claw out of his reach. The soulless black bird taunted him, sqwuaking up a storm and disturbing the little peace.
The impatient white flecked wolf was fed up; crows were his least favorite creature he had ever encountered. He finally let in a sharp and deep inhale, and let out a powerful release from his strong black jaws, letting out a gust of fire that engulfed the black body mid-sqwuak. Sköll victoriously approached the still sizzling body of his winged enemy, letting the mental image of his fallen foe sink in completely. |
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Post by -sira- on Nov 12, 2011 8:09:32 GMT -8
Corra.
It was such a beaming day for spring. Butterflies were fluttering. Bees were buzzing. And small woodland creatures were scuttling. The only thing that ruined it all was an obnoxious crow squawking. Her ear twisted back when it's sound rung through the trees. It had to be close. She trotted along through the trees, following it's sound. Then it wasn't long before she had caught the scent of another wolf. "I guess I'm not the only one who was pulled in by this bird..." she laughed lightly. Her pace was even and her head was high. The wolf was of this pack, but she hasn't met all the wolves yet. Some new additions here and there. But she was still one of the first members.
The squawking grew louder and louder, it wasn't long before she looked up and noticed the crow sitting on a branch. Then she looked down and noticed a white wolf. It was a male, and it smelled of southern relations. She opened her mouth to speak to him, but was clamped shut when a burst of fire jetted from his mouth. The fire power scourged the bird, and then it dropped to the floor. It fell a few feet away from her paws. She looked down at the crisp bird then back up at him. She shook her head to regain her thoughts, "and who might you be?" she smiled. The smell of burnt crow was not a good one. But that smell was going to linger for a little while. How displeasing for introductions.
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Post by trenton on Nov 12, 2011 11:04:18 GMT -8
Sköll lifted his black muzzle from the dead birds body. The creature was as disgusting dead as it was alive, its body reeked. But he could contain his feelings of disgust, the smell of victory wasnt usually an intoxicating smell.
He had been so focused on the pesk, he didnt even notice the she-wolfs approach. His orange eyes looked the female over. She was basically a smaller version of him; they had black coats and burning orange eyes, the distinct difference were the white tips of his fur.
"My name is Sköll," he said, not daring to move forward and lick her cheek or some corny introductory move like that. He had never been one for introductions, or conversation in general. He didn't recognize the female, who smelled of his pack, but then again, he didnt recognize any of the wolves automatically apart from Ayria. |
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Post by -sira- on Nov 13, 2011 16:34:35 GMT -8
Corra.
She sat back as the wolf introduced himself. He seemed hesitant and uninterested in meeting another member of his pack. She frowned when he gave a rather cold greeting. "So that's how you're going to greet a member of your pack? Just your name?" she smirked. In a way, she was slightly amused by his cold spirit. "Corra... I've been here since the beginning of the pack" she nodded her head lightly. If he was going to be quiet and uninterested, so would she. Although it isn't like her to be this way.
She looked back down at the crisped bird. "It was getting to you, too, eh?" she smiled lightly, remembering the image of his torching the bird with flames that came out of his mouth. They were already so compatable. Water walker and a fire breather. How charming, in her opinion.
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Post by trenton on Nov 13, 2011 21:33:33 GMT -8
Sköll allowed his lips to part into a smile. This one was a charmer. "What more do you want from me? Shall I catch you a rabbit?" he teased lightly. There wasn't much else to do in an introduction, unless one really wanted to go above and beyond.
The black wolf nodded. He didnt doubt that, she seemed confident. "Believe it or not... I've been around pretty long as well," he said. But she wouldnt know that. Most wolves in the pack would probably attack him for being a loner upon meeting him.
"Yeah, I hate crows," he said. Too many vibrant memories of crows picking at the bodies of abandoned wolves. "I can still hear the sqwuaking in my head," he added on lightly, glancing away from her for a moment before returning his burning orange gaze. |
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Post by -sira- on Nov 14, 2011 8:29:58 GMT -8
Corra.
She laughed lightly with his sarcastic and charming remarks. Atleast he knew sarcasm when he heard it. When he had told her he had been there for a while as well, she felt a little bad inside. Knowing the two had lived in the same pack for quiet some time but they had never bothered to introduce or even work together. To her that was a problem. It was like, living with your family but only seeing them once every month. There is a problem with that. Seeing as, this pack is her family. In some way, she felt an obligation to meet and be introduced to every wolf. Apparently she had been lacking.
He looked down at the crow once more. Maybe some memories making their way through his mind. She wouldn't pry, of course, it would be rude. "Well the sound a crow makes does make a lasting sound in your head... It's annoying. Annoying sounds can do that..." she grinned with sarcasm. Then once he tuned back, she noticed his eyes for the first time. Which made her notice the rest of him. Same colors. Coats and eyes. They almost looked like twins if it weren't for the fact of frosted tips on his pelt. She smiled, "well... How did you get into the pack? We're you introduced in with the old alpha, mors, or Brock?" it was a good start. And she wold be fable to find out a rough estimate of exactly ow long he had been here.
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Post by trenton on Nov 14, 2011 13:32:29 GMT -8
He nodded, annoying sounds did stick in your head for a long time. "Hopefully I'll get the sound of your voice out my head by next winter," He said dryly to the first part of her response, pulling his lips up into a faint smile to show he was kidding. It was nice to be able to pull a little sarcasm into this, not a lot of wolves had it figured out. He wasn't the best to talk to, but he could at least take credit for understanding sarcasm, and sometimes use it.
Sköll thought about it for a moment. "I honestly dont know. You all look the same to me," he replied, his eyes still in a thinking trance. He winced a little, immediately regretting his words. That was not an easy phrase to take well; hopefully the female could excuse it considering how out of practice he was in conversing. Still, in the end he had no excuse to be rude to her, she wasn't intolerable like most. He let his guilty orange gaze trail off into the trees. |
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Post by -sira- on Dec 19, 2011 10:01:37 GMT -8
c o r r a.
She smiled lightly, of course sarcasm could come off as rude. But as long as you understand it, it can open doors for inside jokes and friendships. She bounced her head lightly from left to right. For a wolf she hadn't seen in her pack, she could understand where he was coming from. His personality did come off as cold. But the small attempt of a smile or smirk of whatever he was doing, showed otherwise. "Well, skoll..." she smiled. "I was going out hunting for a little while... Would you like to join me?" she turned to the right and started heading out slowly to the valley, of course walking slow enough for him to catch up if he would choose to do so. As she turned, a smile was lightly rested. It had been a while since she would allow herself with company since kairos left her suddenly. Leaving her the only beta, and heart broken.
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