The Pleasure Of It All {OPEN}

[Doidle]

[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/Doidle/Untitled-2.jpg] 'Stupid Metnal!', the small tri-coloured terrier thought to herself. A high pitched growl rumbled around in her small chest as she spied on the ridge that started as abruptly as the forest ended. There was no give in pack territories here. The forest embraced the Metnals ridge forcing the two very different packs to be joined at the hip. Doidle had been sent to spy on the pack. Well, kind of. She was more or less this far to see what she could find out about the puppies that were rapidly growing in that despicable land. Of course this small canine was telling herself that she was not here for some stupid puppies well being, but to see what the Metnals ranks were like. Because in her mind, Barzakh would soon be going to war with the idiots! A few specks of snot shot out of her nostrils forcefully as she thought of Erida, the queen, thinking that her mangy mutts could ever take on the great Barzakh! And now that they had Typhoon on their side, pfft... dumb asses didn't stand a chance. When Typhoon had first came upon the lands, of course, Doidle was the first to spot him. That's what she was here for afterall! He had explained to her what he was here for and what he was set out to do, in less words than that even. But from the instant the small terrier laid eyes on him, she knew he was something amazing. Doidles insides started to tingle just thinking of him. No one would ever be able to see the crush she had on him, she was too much of a hardass. And she ignored the impossibility of it all. The large male Rottweiler must have stood nearly 5 times her on height. Although the small canine had a mouth as venomous as a rattlesnakes bite and would tell every canine she came across exactly what she would do to them, everyone knew that the small bite of her would amount to as much pain as stepping on a thorn. So, she developed a well known layout of the land. Spitting awful insults and threats just before taking off into the underbrush and thick wooded areas in which she knew no other canine could keep up with her, luring her predator to other, much larger canines who could complete her dirty work. So she sat here at the edge of Barzakh territory prepping herself for the vile creatures that awaited her invasion just beyond. She nipped at shrubs until they were complete ripped of their leaves and sprinted around trees, under fallen ones and heaving her tiny frame over the ones that were short enough, getting her blood pumping as much as her mind was. She was nearly set. Ready to go into Metnal territory, sneak her way around until she caught sight of the pups Typhoon insisted were lounging somewhere within. Doidle was meant to keep this spying game up until she decided the pups were old enough to stray from their mother. Just as she was about to set foot out of the forest and on to the ridge, she heard something. Reeling around, tiny teeth showing, she barked shrilly into the air awaiting her enemy to show themselves. Of course, Doidle acted this way with every sound. For all she knew, it could have just been a bird rustling in the undergrowth.

[★ κynthia ★]

[bg=0b0121][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i47.tinypic.com/jai5j7.jpg] Copper and cream, earth and ivory could be glimpsed sitting at her ease amid the foliage to the little terriers right. Pale moons fixed on the Metnal borders. "Warn them you will, should you continue to bark so shrill." The cool liquid of the coyotes vocals lifted, pitching only to reach the alert ears of the pint sized fae. It had been chance that found the lorekeeper in this particular spot when the tiny terrier had paused not more then five yards away. In silence she'd watched the little creature brace herself as if she were preparing for a battle. Which of course sparked Kynthia's curiosity, she could see the threads of a new story just starting to interweave itself amid the Barzakh Pack's various tales she had already collected. Something was about to happen... Typhoon had extended an invitation to the coyote opening his land and his pack to her for a brief time. It had been an invitation she'd taken to heart and had mingled with his pack mates. Learning whatever she could entice from them. While she'd seen the terrier on occasion she'd yet to actually speak to the feisty little beast. A few moments heartbeats more would pass before the weight of those ever curious pools would shift around to rest on Doidle. "With courage you would dare, the devils deadly lair?" The true question was why would she brave her enemies lands. Kynthia knew that the tidbits of detail most would over look when compiling a story was what truly made a story worth while. Thus in her quest she not only observed but she interacted with those that starred in the tales she told, how else could you accurately hold an audiences attention if you knew nothing of those you spoke of?

[Doidle]

[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/Doidle/Untitled-2.jpg] A shrill growl was still rumbling around in her tiny chest, sounding much more like a cicada rubbing it's wings together quickly rather than anything that should come from the ferocious canine Doidle thought she was. When the coyote spoke, Doidle reeled around to face her, teeth still bared even after the realization of who she was. Kynthia. The rhyming mutt that Typhoon allowed to wander their pack lands without so much as a painful interrogation. For all he knew it could be a Metnal member spying on them in a more obvious approach than Doidle was taking upon herself. But if there was ever any Metnal stench seeped into Kythias skin before, it was long gone now. She now possessed the faint odor of Barzakh canines. Which could have been the very reason why Doidle blocked her out when approaching the border of the lands. It wasn't like Doidle to not notice everything. A sneer formed along her maw as she responded to the coyotes interrogation. "Better to have the bravery to get what you want than to stay where you belong like the cowardly fools over there. Let them find me! They'll never know that hit the filthy mutts. I'll tear 'em limb from limb, I will!". As her reply grew in length, her energy did as well. By the time she was nearing the finish, her tiny legs were bouncing her frame off the ground with each word spoken. Although she was now standing in one place, the adrenalin coursing though her body was still apparent. Her legs were slightly quivering, begging her to take them for a sprint and her shallow quick breaths made her chest expand and contract so rapidly that one would almost think it wasn't moving at all. Her nose shot up into the air when the energy overcame her and she was forced to move, quickly trotting right up to the loner and circling her a couple times before her legs finally stopped moving. Nose still in the air, the pride within her shot out, nearly suffocating her surroundings. "Typhoon himself sent me out here!" Her head shot around looking towards the Metnal territory, a growl once again escaping her, teeth bared. "I'm gonna sneak o'er there and check on them bastard pups, I am. Might kill me a few Metnal filth while I'm there, you best believe it. Y'know Ty plans on stealin' them pups when theys old enough. Gonna bring up our warrior ranks and crush 'em". She finished her last words with a shrill bark, just asking for a Metnal member to hear her and cower in their tracks. Of course Doidle knew that the reason for getting the puppies was to offer them a better life, not to increase the battle ranks in the pack. But Doidle, just as anyone else, was allowed to dream. Being a true warrior, her dreams were filled with nothing but the spilled blood of those she loathed. Which was anyone that wasn't a Barzakh member, to be honest. Including the cowardly Elysian filth. With a smirk, she turned her head back towards Kynthia. "I'll gives you another story to tell.". Her rump hit the ground and her chest stuck out as far as possible before she continued. "'Doidle The Great finally kills off the Metnal threat!'". With that thought, Doidle was now beaming from ear to ear, lost in the fantasy.