Into the Ocean [Open]

[Amaya]

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[atrb=background,http://i908.photobucket.com/albums/ac284/AmayaxMayla/amayanewmid.jpg] The sun was setting, darkness was getting ready to fall silently upon the land. It would hide many things, including the black and tan shepherd that was running along the white sand. She was pushing herself to go fast, leaving a mess of paw prints in the sand behind her. She was alone, or at least she believed she was. She hadn't seen, smelled or heard anyone when she had first arrived however that didn't mean that someone wasn't there. She knew from experience that canines had their was of being invisible until they wanted to be seen. However she was in pack lands, and she was a member of the pack who owned this beach. Today she was relaxed and enjoying the moment. Finally she could feel the waves barely going up and over her paws. Excitement coursed through her veins as she lept, all four of her paws leaving the ground as she sailed towards the ocean. She hit the waves with a splash, water sprayed up and over her at the impact, but then all came to stop as she stood there, shoulder deep in the ocean. Her brown eyes scanned the area, taking in everything that she could. It seemed to stretched on forever and ever into the horizon. Even though it was now spring time in Diripio, there was still a slight chill in the water that she didn't find very appealing. She turned walked back towards the beach as if she had all the time in the world. Part of her wanted to just go swimming for a while, however she would have to wait until later in the season to do such a thing. Her ears twitched as she got up on land once more. She was calmer now than she had been before her act of play. It seemed that her playfulness was rare these days. Perhaps this was something to do with the fact that she was still new to the pack and had not really met any of the other members who resided here. Up ahead and to the right was some what of a cave, intrigued she padded forward towards it, eager to have something to do for the time behind. The sand clung to her wet paws as she moved gracefully across it towards the cave. When she arrived the first thing she did was check it for any other dogs, her ears twitched at every sound she heard, and her eyes were darting back and forth looking for any sort of danger than may be lurking inside the unknown area. She had not yet had the chance to explore the packlands as she wished to, but maybe this was a good place to start. She let out a small bark to alert anyone who may be lurking somewhere unseen that she was here, perhaps this was a foolish thing to do, but she didn't want to come across any pack members and end up on their bad side. After exploring the inside of the small cave for a few moment she returned to the mouth of it and laid down. Her head rested between her paws as she watched the waves crash against the shore, they really weren't that far off from where she was now. She had been considering staying the night here, but it was more than likely not such a great idea... she was willing to bet that the tide got pretty high whenever night fell. She had absolutely no intentions of getting caught in that mess. However for now, as the sun was setting down behind the horizon, she would lay there relaxing until she needed to get up and head further inland. ooc; open for anyone. my roleplay skills are a lot rusty and I really hope that this isn't too bad even though I believe it is. XD

[★ κynthia ★]

The bark of a canine voice rose above the twisting rock arches and hidden caverns that lined this part of the glistening white sand beaches. Copper toned soldiers perked while the shimmer of pale gold twisted towards the left, then the right, seeking the source of the wayward sound. Cream coated paws lifted taking with it a light shower of the diamond like dust. The thickness of that bush behind swayed with a lazy rhythm, keeping time with a cautious gait. There were tales that started out this way, some ended poorly, others ended in victory. Of course that depended upon your point of view.

Kynthia was the island's lore keeper, she alone stood apart from the conflicts, immune from pack laws and borders. She moved from pack to pack, loner to loner gathering their tales to be fit into the greater scheme of things. Like her parents before her, her memory was like a steel cage, nothing ever seemed to slip through the cracks. That inborn skill coupled with a pretty good grasp on reading her audience gave her an edge in story telling that left even the most harden of hearts briefly enjoyed her company. She never lingered long, never sought out alliances or favors, she was above such trivial pursuits. Such things were best left to the players of the tale rather then the teller.

Around a stony corner lay the mouth of a shallow cave, there draped across the threshold was a Shepard whose colors ran more to the darker nightly hues of the breed. A twist to that cranium revealed the hint of curiosity, perhaps here lay a story she had yet to gather. The coyote moved out into view of the other fae, skull lifted while that tail swayed in a friendly manner. Pitching her vocals skillfully to carry over the Shepard with soothing overtones Kynthia spoke. "The day is falling, night will be calling, in the tides will sweep, stealing any who dare to sleep." With that warning spoken Kyn's rump lowered to the sandy ground, twins perked at attention, curiosity bright in the pale moons that rested easily on the prone canine figure.

[Typhoon]

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[Amaya]

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[atrb=background,http://i908.photobucket.com/albums/ac284/AmayaxMayla/amayanewmid.jpg] She was about to get up and head back to pack lands when she could sense that something or someone was lurking just out of site. Her hackles raised slightly, but not a growl nor a bark escaped her maw. Perhaps the other didn't know of her presence yet, even though that sounded very unlikely, she kept her maw closed. When the Coyote stepped around the rocks and came into view she eyed it. She knew what it was,and she knew that it obviously meant no harm if you judged by her wagging banner, but.... she was still slightly uneasy. She had been in the pack not for a long time, but long enough to have at least gotten a glimpse of the members that resided here and this female was most defiantly not one of them. Perhaps she just hadn't seen her though? Or what if she were just a new member. Amaya quickly decided not to attack. "The day is falling, night will be calling, in the tides will sweep, stealing any who dare to sleep." An invisitble eyebrow raised at her words as chocolate brown eyes studied her with an unreadable expression. Amaya was not sure what to make of this coyote, however she knew her words were true. Just as she opened her mouth to speak though, Typhoon came into the cave. Amaya's mouth snapped shut immediately and her dial lowered in respect for her leader. Whatever she had been about to say, it could wait until the more important matters at hand where dealt with. She looked back and forth from the coyote to her alpha wondering what exactly would happen next. It was so obvious by the expression on Typhoons face that the other female dog was an intruder in his pack lands. She slightly regretted her earlier decisions to stay calm and to give her a fair chance. It was so clear to here now that the coyote was not a member of the pack, however the past is the past... and it's not something that you can change whenever you feel the need. ooc; still rusty. lol

[★ κynthia ★]

A smirk crossed Kynthia's mew as the expressionless visage she now faced, even yet the eyes told a vastly different story. A tiny detail to add spice into the stories telling. It appeared that the fae was about offer up a response when the thunder of massive paws sliding across sand and stone brought both their attentions round to the Rotti that suddenly appeared within their midst. Ahh so this is, the mighty Typhoon I take it. I wonder if he is as shallow as his sister? This thought coupled with the sudden submissive demeanor to the Shepard seemed to only strengthen the suspicion that this was indeed the famed leader of the Barazkh pack.

The dip in her muzzle, a gentle sway of that thick plumb creating a arch in the sand at the base of her rump held no true threat, completely relaxed and at ease with her surroundings pale gold met brown for an instant reading the unspoken words swirling within their depths. "If I may be so bold, Kynthia is the name I hold." Some of the older canines would have known that name instantly, the younger perhaps not so much, after all it had been some time since she'd last traversed the pack lands. "I see you have questions for me, and I have answers for thee. As a rogue these lands I do tread, seeking the stories you have led." Here she would pause, allowing the soothing musical qualities of her voice to fall silent. There were times she knew when others found her manner of speech difficult to understand.

A twist of that skull mounted atop it's sturdy pillar echoed the open curiosity in her steady unwavering gaze. Respect lined every lean muscled within that carefully posed frame, even as she showed no intentions of cowering within his presence, for one moment her gaze flickered sideways toward the blacken Shepard before her attention once more refocused on the Alpha.

[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/Untitled-31.jpg] A blurry vision of Amaya quickly turned clear when he shifted his attention back towards her. Brows furrowed and lifted so quickly it was nearly unnoticeable. His auds pushed forward and then back in the same fashion. Although he knew his pack tended to avoid him for the most part, he didn't know submission was a part of this reason. In Typhoons mind, submission such as this meant fear. Memories flickered through his mind in the mere seconds he was looking at the Shepard fae of Erida and her use of fear to control her pack. This was not the kind of pack he wanted. Although it was understandable. He had given the members no sign of what he once was. All that was left now was the paranoid shell. He would address this later, he told himself. There were more important things to consider at the moment. The large brute reverted his attention to the coyote after she gave her name to him. Since his attention was elsewhere when she started, he didn't notice the obvious rhyming to her words at first. He, again, said nothing. His eyes simply Kynthia up and down quickly, studying her form. Everything about her. If being with Metnal offered him nothing else, he was now completely in tune with body language. Eyes, the eyes, he now knew, told everything. Another positive that returned to him after leaving Eridas lands was the fact that he should always trust his instinct. He had simply ignored the awful feeling of something wrong while around the Metnal pack members. Typhoon knew much better now. Fool me once... When Kynthia spoke again, the realization of the rhyming words hit him. The sparkle in his eye had been left in the Metnal territory when he took his first step away from the Queen, but the idea of this canine in front of him was enough to make the mischievous glint return for as long as a blink of an eye before it vanished once again as her words cut into his heart. He was completely expressionless and silent for a long moment before adverting his eyes from the pair, taking a long glance to the side, flickers of memories passing through his mind as he spoke. "Those stories are nothing worth repeating. Nothing worth reliving. Laden with ignorance, deceit and cowardliness." A obvious hint of poison was held within his voice, dark and gruff. All chuckle that once stood in it's place gone. A deep breath was sucked in and released with his next words, his dark brown orbs shifting quickly into the lightly golden ones of the coyote. "None of which I think are appropriate to be uttered within the presence of those whom look up to me" His eyes flicked over to meet Amayas briefly, giving a clear impression to Kynthia before he ducked his head, turned his back to the pair and walked a few feet away before resting his rump on the rocky ground. He needed to face away from them. His eyes closed tightly as he felt the tears begin to well up within his orbs, memories of the Akita he had unjustly taken the life of. He didn't even know her name.

[Amaya]

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[atrb=background,http://i908.photobucket.com/albums/ac284/AmayaxMayla/amayanewmid.jpg] She watched silently from her seat away from the both, ears twitching at their vocals, taking in each word and wondering how it would end up. A soft smile crossed her maw as she listened to the female. She didn't entirely understand why everything had to be rhyming in her words, but it did certainty make for a rather interesting conversation. However when Typhoons lyrics came again, he sounded slightly agitated. Well, perhaps a little more than slightly. Amaya ears pulled back slightly, almost flattening against her dial as he turned walking away from the two females. He didn't get to far, however, before he sat down with his back facing the two. He was only a few feet away. Chocolate brown eyes watched the coyote with an expressionless gaze, nodding at her in a polite way while pondering over what she should say. "I am Amaya, It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Kynthia." Her vocals got silent for a moment as her eyes wondered from Kynthia to Typhoon. Part of her wanted to go over and talk to him, she really hadn't to good of a chance to before. She moved, standing up and smiling once more towards the coyote. "If you will excuse me..." She nodded and padded softly towards her leader. The closer she got, the more she second guessed herself, but she kept moving. She sat down beside him without a second thought, smiling over at him and wondering how this would end up. "Evening Typhoon. " She said, her words coming out softer than her usual manner of speaking. Mainly because she was nervous. She didn't look at him as she set there. She kept her gaze on the beautiful horizon, hoping that he wouldn't mind her company. ooc; still rusty. lol

[★ κynthia ★]

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[Typhoon]

[bg=666666][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i450.photobucket.com/albums/qq227/Pideaux/RPG/Typhoon/Untitled-31.jpg] Deep down, he knew the coyote was right. Regardless, it still was not the time. It was still too soon. He wanted so much to hate Erida and if he began speaking of her, of what she had done, what she still was doing now, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to despise her. He would then only feel sorry for her. When his pups were old enough to no longer need their mother, he would go retrieve those he could for a far better life. If he felt sorry for the Queen at that point, he might not be able to bring himself to cause her more strife, more reason to react. But if he hated her, really believed she deserved nothing, he could do it easily. He could do it and make sure that she never had contact with them ever again. He could protect them from her insanity. So right now, his future deserved for him to hate her. Of course, this in turn forced him to hate everything. To turn his back to everyone. His body would remain here for his pack, but for now, his mind resented them. Always needing something. Wanting something. Always on his back. It would still take time for this brute to realize that they were not using him, that they truly needed him. Perhaps once he was able to allow himself to feel sorry for Erida, he could then return to who he was. Typhoon snorted at the two faes. One snort for a reply to both of them. He was doing all of this on purpose, acting like an ass. The Rottweiler couldn't afford to let anyone into his heart right now. Not because of his pain, but because of his future plan. Being fooled and turned on by those he held dear for so long made him cautious. He had no idea who this Coyote was and knew little to nothing of the Shepard next to him. Either one could easily give the heads up to Erida that he planned on retrieving his pups. He wouldn't stand a chance then. So for the sake of them, the innocent souls that had to endure their mothers wrath, he snorted. Then stood, and turned so he could see both of the canines. "It's getting late and the tide is coming in. I suggest you two seek ground further up the island. Kynthia. You are welcome to stay in these lands as long as you wish, but you will be watched as a precaution. I'm sure you can understand.". If she knew so much about his history, she would defiantly understand his caution. He then gave her a slow, respectful nod before turning. Pausing only long enough for Amaya to receive a glance that screamed out to her that he was sorry. He could only hope she would understand too. Embarrassed at himself, he adverted his eyes from her to regain composure. Glanced up to her once more and for the first time in a long time, smiled. It was still more of an apology than an honest to goodness smile, but it was a start. "Good Evening, dear.", he said softly, nodded then turned quickly and walked out onto the beach. He stayed close to the water, head low, obviously in thought. Until he figured the faes could no longer see him, then he swiftly disappeared into the foliage of the island to weep to himself. This wasn't who he was and it was killing him. OOC Okay guise! Had to get Ty outta here so I don't hold up the thread. BUT IT'S OKAY. Not every thread has to have a point. Now we all know each other and RPing later should be easier with one another. XD