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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 0:19:13 GMT
"Speech"
Discordia looked around, cropped ears swiveling forward to face the waters lapping at the sand, the soft shushing noise a comfort to hear for the young female, something she didn’t hear every day. Truth be told, she’d never even known that there had been such things as large bodies of water before exploring around her home, the land comprising of her location putting together some beautiful places, and some dark, malevolent places. All in all, making up something not unlike the character she represented. After all, she was, in fact, made up of three parts. The good, the bad, the innocent. All three coming together to form what she thought of as herself. Granted, she wouldn’t know which personality was which, given she thought of them all as different entities, the current one being ‘herself’. But even as her mind wandered, so too did her paws. She found herself wandering closer down to the water, her pale eyes holding a hint of that child-like part of her, her innocence peering through even as she dipped a paw in cautiously. A soft yip of teasing left her as she bounded forth, tossing her head even as she danced about in the frothing waves, delighting in the soft coolness that blessed her heated form.
Being it was summer; she knew that this water was a good thing, a blessing to cool her coat when she overheated. Dipping her head, the Doberman lapped up a mouthful of the overabundant liquid and promptly spit it out, shaking her head furiously even as she wrinkled her nose. ”Yuck! No wonder it’s so big! You can’t even drink it!” She exclaimed to herself, partially dismayed, partially amused by her own foolishness. The amusement won out as she began giggling, shortened tail wagging at a considerable pace as she considered doing such again, if only to make such a funny face. But the female decided not to, wading a bit closer to shore and then out of the water entirely. She plopped down on the sandy beach, just scant inches above the highest of lapping waves, sitting there in thought as she contemplated many things, most of which being trivial, small and quite insignificant to most. But to her they were all the more perplexing. For instance, why were the waves creeping towards her the longer she spent in her spot? There really was no reason she could fathom that the water should be chasing after her.
After a while longer, she yipped softly when the playful waves nipped and lapped at her forepaws, and she scrabbled backwards, flopping onto her back when she tripped over a branch sticking out of the earth. Discordia hit the ground with a thump and a muffled, ”Oomph!” Looking around, she hoped that no one had seen her utter clumsiness, and thankfully it seemed only some seagulls were witnesses to her clumsy actions. Relieved, the paranoid Doberman clambered to her paws once more and continued on her way, her childish antics quickly dried up as she returned and settled into the general persona she usually assumed. She was, after all, a full grown adult female; there was no reason to act like a child. And yet, she was utterly protective of the child, so innocent and sweet, at ease with the world, unlike herself, and the other one, the killer. A pang of fear whisked across her soul, making her shiver and shake out her damp pelt, desiring to be rid of the ill feeling. Almost as soon as she was settled and comfortable, she felt new eyes on her, true eyes, not just imagined, and she stiffened, going tense with worry.
”Hello?” She asked warily, looking around, her pale eyes cautious, fearful, almost.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 0:51:36 GMT
It had only been a few days since Franz had visited the soothing seaside. Usually, Franz made it a point to visit here once a day to rest and think. However, since finding his new home in the Tempest Pack, he had been trying to get accustomed to their more rocky shoreline. So far, it wasn't even comparable to this one. Franz reached the top of the last grassy hill. His amber eyes slowly scanned the shoreline, looking for any reasons to postpone his beach trip until later. So far, the coast was clear. A large sigh pushed itself out of the mutt's lungs, and exited through his nostrils in a quick snort. Brushing his tail on the back of his legs, he proceeded forward in his loping gait.
Moments later he reached the seashore. The soft stand quickly engulfed his paws, and after a few minutes started to burn his already sensitive and cracked pads. Wincing with discomfort, Franz quickened his pace to a steady jog to get through the hot white sand as soon as possible. The heat was blistering, and he was rather tired of it. Instinct told him to wade out into the depths of the monstrous ocean, but past experiences knew that once he returned to the beach he would just be more uncomfortable than before. Whatever the water contained never ceased to stay behind long after the water evaporated and made his coat a spiky, clingy uncomfortable mess. The water however, still looked tempting.
Finally, he reached the wet comfortable portion of beach. The tide just brought in fresh seaweed with little insects rustling around it, trying to conceal themselves before a foe discovered and eventually devoured them. Survival. Everybody was just trying to survive. Franz paused to watch the insects for a bit. Squirming in fear underneath Franz's massive shadow. Ears pricked forward as he listened to their tiny little bodies scuttle around. It occurred to him that sometimes larger creatures weren't much different than these tiny bugs. They worked to preserve themselves for just one more day. One more day to fight to get food, reproduce, and survive. All to eventually disappear one day. Into thin air without warning. All their hard work gone. This thought sent an abnormal chill throughout his body. Someday, nobody would even know his name.
Shaking off these troubling thoughts, Franz continued down the shore. Troubled thoughts playing havoc on his mind. He was so consumed in them he almost missed the paw prints in the sand, and then almost missed the voice calling out to him, and even after all that he had to skid to an abrupt stop in order not to run the canine over. Franz stood quite stiffly only mere hair lengths away from the stranger's thin frame. Feeling rather uncomfortable, he backed off, gaining the remainder of his composure. His eyes scanning her frame quickly. She was a female of an odd color and of odd bloodlines. He had never seen anything like her, she was sort of odd looking, yet feminine and sleek build. She was considerably smaller than him though. Franz allowed his steady gaze to match her, not letting much emotion slip past his dark pupils. "Please excuse my lack of attention, I can assure you I did not intend to literally run into you as I have so foolishly done." his German accent laced his deep, masculine vocals like honey, intertwining perfectly with them. He waited for a few seconds, allowing her to grasp his sentence before continuing to properly introduce himself. "A gentlemen always introduces himself first, correct? And I intend to do no different. I am Franz, it is a pleasure to meet you."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 1:09:36 GMT
"Speech"
Discordia couldn’t help her glee as she romped about, no more than she could help her instinctive need for more fun, more of that same sort of innocent revelry. The female smiled slightly before shaking her head and leaving the water, her paws swiftly drying against the hot, acrid sand. She held back her wince as she picked her way towards what seemed to be at least a bit cooler, being within the ring of shade a rather large tree offered, far closer to the tree line than the water. But she would rather be near the water and in the shade than be by the water and in the hot sun, on the even hotter sand. Both didn’t make the best combinations, as she was so swift to find out.
She stretched out her lithe muscles and then twisted to groom her coat, finding it necessary in order to keep her thin coat from clumping, though even if it were to the clumps wouldn’t be all that substantial, what with the short length of her fur. But nonetheless she untangled her fur at least as best as she could until she found some fresh water to wash in, and then settled back more comfortably on the dry, but cool sand. She didn’t know exactly what she was looking for in this dry land, this hot summer pushing even her to her limits, what with her short coat, good for heat regulation. She missed her brother more than ever at the moment, and she wished that at least something would happen.
Anything would surely be better than just lounging away her life, right? If she knew what she was asking she wouldn’t have though such a thing. But right then she was more than a little bored, and she wanted something, anything new. Change was good as far as she was concerned. Change made things move on, such as the changing of seasons and the similar type happenings. Her ears swiveled now and then as she made habitual glances down and along the beach, taking care to note everything and its respective place, to ensure that should anything happen, should someone seek to sneak up on her, that she wouldn’t be so unprepared, and that she would notice the slightest disturbance.
And it seemed her worries, for once, weren’t unfounded, more so when she felt another approaching, more of a sort of feeling like that one gets when they know someone is in their vicinity but not exact who they are or where they are. Only she turned and nearly yelped, speaking up softly to see a larger male, appearing to be a German Shepherd type, bearing down upon her. He skidded to an abrupt halt and stood stiffly, mere paw lengths away from her own thin frame. So surprised was she that the female didn’t manage to say anything, pale blue eyes wide with surprise even as she kept as she was, peering at him curiously. Though as he inspected her, she returned the favor, noting his muscular frame, dark eyes and thicker coat, all comprising to make him a handsome specimen of his breed, threatening to unhinge her normally serious thoughts. "Please excuse my lack of attention, I can assure you I did not intend to literally run into you as I have so foolishly done." He said, his words laced with a strong accent, German perhaps, making his deep, masculine voice all the more irresistible, and she felt a faint shiver ripple along her sleek flanks. "A gentlemen always introduces himself first, correct? And I intend to do no different. I am Franz, it is a pleasure to meet you." He continued after a few short seconds, and she blinked once, then shook her body out and stood, smiling kindly. ”Well met, Franz. I’m Discordia. And I do not blame you for your absent mind, for my mind was just as absent if not more so.” She said with a warm smile, eyes alight with amusement directed towards herself in truth.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 1:34:37 GMT
Franz chuckled softly at her remark. He of all people would know about an absent mind. His was constantly a thousand lightyears away thinking about small matters that seemed oh so important to him. Sometimes he wondered what exactly his purpose was on this planet. In his six years all he had accomplished was some dark deeds, some in which he wasn't particularly proud of. Franz shook the thoughts from his mind and tried to focus at the conversation at hand. His brows raised as he returned back to reality and conjured up some sort of response. "It is perfectly acceptable, and I do not doubt you in the least bit," he replied with a more sly joking tone. It was nice to converse after so much time being alone. With this new pack and all, it was about time he got used to being more social.
The one thing that drew Franz's attention more than anything about Dischordia was her eyes. They were the most peculiar shade of blue. Usually, this pale shade was only found on canines who lacked site, but it was obvious she had no problem seeing. Franz had taken note of the way her eyes caressed his frame minutes before. He didn't take it to heart, and merely shook it off. He felt uncomfortable looking into her gaze for any length of time even though he was only studying the uniqueness of the eye color she possessed. He didn't want the female to get the wrong idea. That could lead to a whole lot of unnecessary events that he surely did not have time or energy for. He had to keep his mind focused on his pack and moving up in the ranks. He hated taking orders, and would much rather be giving the orders.
The silence had drawn out far too long, and Franz felt the need to break it. Perhaps conversing was not the best idea for him today. It seemed his mind wanted to run off more than it wanted to focus. "Tell me, Dischorida," Franz let her name roll off his tongue, testing it, then deciding he liked the way it sounded out loud, "Do you pledge your alliance to any pack in particular?" There was really no option in his question, his eyes slightly narrowing along with his words. This was something he had to figure out quickly, for it could determine if the rest of their evening spent together would be a pleasant one or a bloody one. It was obvious the only pack in Hexasol was Tempest, the rest belonging to wretched felines and pathetic feline loving dogs. If Dischordia turned out to be apart of the wrong crowd, it didn't matter how captivating her eyes were. He'd have no problem setting her right in her place.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 1:52:15 GMT
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Discordia thought she might swoon when he chuckled, his brows raised as he seemed to turn more sly, joking, even. "It is perfectly acceptable, and I do not doubt you in the least bit," He returned, and she met his sly tone with a warm smile, eyes lighting animatedly as she laughed softly in return, the sound not unlike the soft whisper of wind, or maybe bells. ”Well then, that is indeed a relief, here I thought I would be deemed unacceptable on my rather absent mind.” she replied teasingly, though her words meant in jest hit quite close to home. She didn’t think the handsome German would like her very much if one of her others came out to play. And try as she might she didn’t want the male to leave. Not yet anyways. He was her first social interaction in weeks, besides angry encounters with other fools who thought to cross the killer.
And it was nice. She wasn’t going to deny that. She noted his meeting her eyes, and then breaking away, as though uncomfortable, and she wondered if it was because of their odd color, a common sight were she amongst her family. But not so much amongst the others, and she knew this well enough, for just by her looks alone had she been shunned and pushed away, and that hadn’t gone over very well at all. Especially not with the killer. The silence drew out ever farther, but she didn’t know if it was uncomfortable or not. Franz didn’t seem the type to fill silence with idle rambling, and for that she was appreciative. She had no patience for those that thought to do whatever or say whatever they wanted. Discordia smiled slightly, and couldn’t help the fact that her eyes were always drawn back to him. He was indeed handsome, darkly so and she liked that. She liked that very much so.
Exactly her type. "Tell me, Discordia," he said, her name rolling from his tongue, sounding all the more like a caress that had a shiver rippling down her spine, "Do you pledge your alliance to any pack in particular?" he finished, and she knew her fate rested delicately upon her reply. But she already knew her answer, and the killer wouldn’t allow anything other than this to happen. ”My allegiance lies with the Tempest Pack. I may not have been a part of its ranks for long, but I know that I belong there.” She said proudly, her stance strong as she met his gaze evenly. She didn’t care if he found her discouraging because of her pack, but more than that, she suspected that he too was a part of her pack, and that made him all the more appealing. The thoughts of what such dark acts he had committed in his lifetime sent a delectable shiver running down the killer’s spine.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 2:25:03 GMT
Her answer made the corner of his lips shape up into a small half smirk. Something about the way she joked around about her absent mindedness made him think. Maybe there was more to her than what he saw. Well obviously. He had only gotten a few lines of conversation in with light hued canine, so it was only obvious that there was more to her than he could even comprehend at this particular point in time. What a foolish thought. "It is not my place to deem a newly acquired acquaintance unacceptable based on a greeting," he responded, his tones still carried the same calm as the moment he met her. A few moments after his response to her before remark, her female vocals called out to him again. This time containing something more important to him. Her allegiances. Within a few seconds all suspicions of belonging to other groups were dropped. She had chosen a wise decision, the only correct decision. Franz blinked and nodded his approval. A small part of him relaxed a bit knowing he was with a fellow packmate, and she too were new to the pack. She seemed proud of her title, and Franz took note of it. Pride and loyalty to ones pack was important. Without that, Tempest would be nothing. They all knew that. It was the main thing that separated them from the pride. Felines fought, and were lazy. The pitiful creatures couldn't help it, that was their nature. Canines were loyal and devoted. To Franz, it was more than obvious on what species was more capable and deserving of survival.
"That is a honorable decision, Dischordia. It is wise to pick the side that will survive to watch the rest of the world burn," Franz spoke in a more serious manner and made direct eye contact with her the whole time, breaking it only at the end to turn his attention to an abnormally large wave in the distance. He watched it as it rolled up, it's crest higher above the others surrounding it, then dipping down into a triumphant splash and creeping upon the shore then receding back into the watery depths in which it originated from. "I too am new to Tempest, however not new to the pack system. I've been a part of numerous groups of canines. My parents before me were a part of a honorable pack, but they were from a place far away from here. My origins come from that very place." Amber eyes were still locked on the place where the wave had once been. The world was peaceful as of now, minus the sun's vicious rays. Night's cooler temperatures would be much appreciated tonight. Franz's attention swayed back to Dischordia. She looked like she'd make a good pack animal. They way her spirits picked up after talking about her pack was a good sign. Meant she was proud. Meant she was serious. Franz felt that gave them more of a connection, or at least something in common.
A few minutes had passed and Franz decided to propose another question. The female had intrigued him,and the desire to probe her for more information was strong. So, Franz gave into his desires. "Seeing as we both reside in the same pack, we may as well attempt to become more than just acquaintances. Good relationships are vital between pack mates, as I'm sure you know, Dischordia. So, if you feel comfortable, do tell me more about yourself," Amber eyes looked her top from bottom again before he stretched his body and lowered himself onto his haunches. He was comfortable enough with Dischordia to relax a little. Besides, he may as well make himself comfortable because something told him that he would be here for longer than originally planned.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 2:57:00 GMT
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Her answer it seemed, brought a smirk to the corner of his lips, and she nearly smiled brighter just at the fact of getting some form of expression from the larger male. It was as though he was praising her for her witty words. "It is not my place to deem a newly acquired acquaintance unacceptable based on a greeting," He replied, his tone still calm as it had been earlier, and she nearly smiled once more, her pale eyes accessing. ”As well it should not be. Many would think you’re wrong.” She replied easily, before speaking up with her next words, ones that she figured should bring a bit of approval to the dark males eyes. After all, it was one pack or none as far as he seemed to be concerned, and she liked that. She liked that a lot. And she was proven correct when he blinked and nodded his approval. She did smile then.
"That is a honorable decision, Dischordia. It is wise to pick the side that will survive to watch the rest of the world burn," He spoke seriously, making full eye contact as he did, breaking it only towards the end as he turned to watch the waves roll in. when he did so she took time to survey his profile, noting the strong, masculine features that made up who he was, a heartbreaker through looks alone. She nodded slowly, satisfaction brightening her already lit eyes. ”It is only fitting for those that scorn tradition to burn so.” She said after a moment, her tail stilling before continuing in it’s slow wagging, lazily stirring the air with an absence that gave the impression she wasn’t exactly thinking about it.
"I too am new to Tempest, however not new to the pack system. I've been a part of numerous groups of canines. My parents before me were a part of a honorable pack, but they were from a place far away from here. My origins come from that very place." He told her, his amber gaze remaining locked upon the peace before the waves, and then turned back to her. She took the silence as time to formulate her answer, wondering what it was about this male that made her so quick to think on her words before she spoke. Perhaps it was the desire to see that flit of approval that drove her. Perhaps.
”I would have said as much of your origin, for the accent surely gives you away.” Discordia told him before letting out a breath, minutes passing by in peaceful silence, peaceful as far as she was concerned, and she smiled at the thought. "Seeing as we both reside in the same pack, we may as well attempt to become more than just acquaintances. Good relationships are vital between pack mates, as I'm sure you know, Dischordia. So, if you feel comfortable, do tell me more about yourself," He said, looking her over before stretching and settling onto his haunches, seeming content to relax in her presence, something that made her preen inwardly.
She sat as well, rolling her shoulders before turning her gaze to the ocean. Wondering just what she should tell the handsome German. ”I was born to a litter of two, my brother and myself, both similar in appearance to our parents, who carry the same change in their makeup as we did-I do. My childhood was easy, without challenges or fears, we ate well, grew up in due time, and left when we were just shy of nine months old. My brother and I sought to prove we were in fact able to survive on our own, and failed miserably. Our first month of time on our own was spent barely getting by,” She paused for a moment, regathering her thoughts even as a soft smile graced her delicate features.
”Not long after our nine month mark I went out hunting during a storm, and in the process of getting me home, my brother disappeared. I haven’t seen him since that night. And here I am, on this beach, with nothing yet to say.” She said in her soft tones, her pale eyes flitting to meet his before dropping away in favor of returning to the ocean. ”And what of you?” She ventured eventually, tail stirring the sand slightly until she made the conscious decision to still it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 3:28:08 GMT
The comment about his accent made him chuckle once more, then shake his head softly. His left ear, the one missing a small chunk twitched as an insect landed on it. The fly vanished as soon as it had come after the ear's movement. One of Franz's most hated things in the world, and a close second to cats, were flies. They were annoying pests who deserved no place on the planet. He watched as she took his example and took a seat as well, rolling her shoulders smoothly. Franz watched her shoulders move in their sockets before settling, then moved his eyes back up to grasp hers as she began to retell the tale of her life. It was obvious to him, that this tale was hard for her to tell. She had lost an individual that was important to her. A brother. How tragic. Franz felt somewhat sympathetic towards her, but deep down knew that creatures lost loved ones daily. This was no exception. He had lost loved ones, his best friend Lex for example. At the thought, a mental image of the cattle dog appeared in his mind. Freckled blue strong frame, two tone eyes. Franz had spent most of his adolescence with him on a cattle farm. Franz decided he knew more about how Dischordia had felt than previously thought.
Her story finished, soon after she spoke of the disappearance. Franz couldn't help but think about how Lex was permanently missing and perhaps this brother just decided he wanted to be alone and left. This brother could still be alive. There was no way Lex was. Franz had accepted this many years ago, there was no way he couldn't. After quick sigh, Franz responded. "What unfortunate circumstances. The adolescent years are the hardest. Perhaps your brother is indeed well, just missing," Franz knew as soon as he spoke that his unusual optimism was probably more than likely false, but he thought it rude to dismiss the female's feelings like we was mentally. Then again it was also rude to fill one with a false sense of hope. Sometimes it was just easier to hear the lie. She then asked of his life. He snorted, and half smiled. Head turned towards the sandy earth for a moment, observing each sand grain as he thought about what exactly he should respond with. "So you wish to hear what tales I have to offer?" he spoke towards the earth, smirking slightly. It had been a long time since he had devised a history for himself. Perhaps this was the first time, he was not sure. After collecting his thoughts, Franz recited his life's story.
"Well, I was born somewhere near here, but my parents were from that far away place I spoke of earlier. That place is how I gained this accent you are so fond of," he paused to give her a knowing, humorous look before continuing, "I got the accent from my parents, who's accents were believe it or not thicker than my own. They had grown up where my other ancestors had. In fact, my parents had humans for a while. When I was born the humans gave us all away, then shortly all the humans died. I didn't have a connection with my brothers and sisters. I grew up with lots of large animals, herbivores, and eventually grew tired of it and found my way to Hexasol where I traveled as a loner before recently acquiring a position in Tempest." After his story was finished, it occurred to him that the young female was well, quite young and had probably never even heard the word 'human' before, let alone have any idea what they looked like. Most of the billboards in town featuring images of the furless creatures had faded away or been torn down by the elements. This also made Franz's age more apparent. He had been around for a while. Six years. Only a few more good years under his belt before he had to accept being elderly. Only a few more years to carry out all of his goals. "Are you content now, Dischordia?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 23:27:10 GMT
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Discordia finished her story, and was pleasantly surprised to find she wasn’t crying, wasn’t sniveling, and definitely wasn’t making a fool of herself in front of one of the more, if not most, handsome males she’d ever seen. After a swift sigh, the German responded with, "What unfortunate circumstances. The adolescent years are the hardest. Perhaps your brother is indeed well, just missing," He said, and she sensed a somewhat lack of belief in that statement, something that had her stiffening almost imperceptibly as she longed for that to be false, for the hope that her brother would come back to her to be true. But maybe, maybe the older canine had something right. As much as she didn’t want to believe it. But she shook of her sadness in favor of asking about him, hearing his snort and seeing his half smile before he turned his gaze to the earth. "So you wish to hear what tales I have to offer?" He asked her, though looked down towards the ground, and she got the feeling that he wasn’t truly expecting an answer, so she didn’t give him one, though she did listen attentively, waiting patiently. She wasn’t one to press for information, and she knew better than most how annoying it was to have someone always there, nagging and pressing for those types of givens.
"Well, I was born somewhere near here, but my parents were from that faraway place I spoke of earlier. That place is how I gained this accent you are so fond of," He said, slanting her a knowing, humorous look that she had the good sense of smiling sheepishly at, "I got the accent from my parents, who's accents were believe it or not thicker than my own. They had grown up where my other ancestors had. In fact, my parents had humans for a while. When I was born the humans gave us all away, then shortly all the humans died. I didn't have a connection with my brothers and sisters. I grew up with lots of large animals, herbivores, and eventually grew tired of it and found my way to Hexasol where I traveled as a loner before recently acquiring a position in Tempest." He finished and she nodded slowly, watching him curiously. She’d heard of these ‘humans’ through her parents, who, though quite young, had heard it from their respective ancestors. ”You have had a full life. A good life?” She murmured thoughtfully, before tipping her head to the side, her gaze on him. "Are you content now, Dischordia?" He asked, and she smiled softly, her gaze seemingly filled with experiences beyond what one her age should have. ”I am. Content, I mean. For now.” She said before turning her gaze back to him. ”And what of you, Franz? Are you content?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 0:14:47 GMT
Was he content? That was the question wasn't it. Franz wasn't sure what the meaning of the word content was. Franz had never looked at his life and just been content. Nothing was ever good enough, he was never good enough for himself. Even if he were to become Alpha of the Tempest Pack somehow, it wouldn't be good enough. His followers wouldn't be good enough. They could always improve. Franz was endlessly striving to reach the unreachable goal of perfection. He put himself through many sleepless nights, up late thinking about how he would improve the next day. It was a bit of an obsession to he honest. Franz pondered this question for a bit, brow furrowed. "I suppose, for now at least." he responded. That was the only way he could, because for once in his life he couldn't really ask more out of his current situation. Maybe this was what being content was like. Franz readjusted his sitting position, giving his neck a shake before curling his bushy tail neatly beside his haunches.
Franz was at a loss of words. Truthfully, he wasn't the best at conversation. And after being alone it was almost unnatural for him to have conversations like these. Conversations that regular canines conducted on a daily basis. Franz turned his attention back on Dischordia. She seemed rather taken with him. Her reactions to his sentences told him that much. He didn't quite know how to respond to all of this. Relationships would just get in the way. Why was he even thinking of relationships? He was far to busy. No time to put aside for foolish courtships. Frustrated with these thoughts, Franz shoved them to the furthest crevice of his mind. He'd let the silence fill out too long again. Damn. "Do tell, Dischordia, what plans do you have in place for yourself? Any goals? Things in which you desire to accomplish?" Yes. That was a good thing to ask. All canines needed to have goals. Franz had goals, tons of them. It kept an individual driven.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2013 3:05:14 GMT
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Discordia watched the German in silence, awaiting his answer to her question patiently. After all, it was only fair since he had been just as polite with her when it was her turn to explain and give her own story. He seemed to ponder her question for a bit, his brow furrowed before he came to his answer of, "I suppose, for now at least." She smiled finally, and her tail wagged a bit, swishing against the sand beneath her. She watched as the male gave himself a shake before settling down once more, and she noted then that the air was growing cooler, perhaps because night was approaching, or perhaps because the sun had taken pity upon them. She was thoughtful as she contemplated this, this problem that seemed far too simple to need such thought, but she didn’t mind thinking about it, as she had plenty of time after all. ”But you are content now, and perhaps that is all that should matter.” She said after a few long moments, before her tail wagged once more and she smiled.
The silence dragged onwards, and still she waited, wondering as always, who would be the first to make a move. "Do tell, Dischordia, what plans do you have in place for yourself? Any goals? Things in which you desire to accomplish?" He asked, and she smiled at the formal questioning. That was all and well, but truthfully, she was a young canine, still in her prime, and she had plenty of energy to use up. ”Well, I don’t tend to plan far ahead, but my short term goals would be getting you to smile.” She said with a cheeky grin as she stood and bowed playfully to him, her pale eyes alight with the pleasure of a challenge as she yipped teasingly, darting around him in a circle before nudging her head against his shoulder. ”C’mon, Franz, play! Surely you haven’t forgotten how.” She said, grinning widely as her tail wagged ever faster, pale limbs carrying her across the sand and around the German, urging him to play.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2013 1:18:08 GMT
What was wrong with these damn females? This was the only thought that crossed Franz's mind shortly after the once calm female before him started bouncing around him. Franz backed up on his haunches, legs stiffening as he tried with all her might to get him to play her foolish games. Before he knew it the female has crossed his personal boundary and nuzzled her skull into him, backing up the action with the sentence: ”C’mon, Franz, play! Surely you haven’t forgotten how.” Franz immediately jumped to his feet after that. What the hell was going on? Play? What gave her the impression he wanted to play? Discomfort spread quickly through Franz and he stayed quiet watching her. Brows furrowed and muscles rigid. This was by far the oddest situation Franz had gotten himself in. Full grown males did not just simply play. He was a soldier. A respectable soldier. And this female expected him to gallop about like a newborn? Several minutes of silence had past and Franz had not thought of one good reaction to all of this sudden madness. He had backed himself up to the trunk of a tree now. The new soft breeze ruffling his already on end fur. His confused expression still plastered on his handsome face. What the hell? How did he respond to this?
Franz locked eyes with the now playful, shiny pale blue ones of this new Dischordia. Carefully he took a step forward, as if he was taking a step towards a rabid raccoon. Head slightly cocked he sniffed the air around them. She didn't contain the unique scent of disease. He took another step forward. She still appeared to be normal on the outside. Another step. Maybe she was crazy or something? A final step brought Franz nose to nose with the young female. Franz was so close to her that he could breathe in her breath. Looking her steadily in the eye, parting his jaws very slowly he posed his question. "Are you feeling okay?" his words were sharp, heavily enunciated and coated with a hint of concern. Franz had no time to be dealing with the mentally ill. There was no cure for that, therefore Franz would not waste his time. He still could not get over the fact that she wanted to play with him. That was quite possibly the most disturbing idea to him. How was that going to make him smile? Obedience, structure, success, dead felines made him smile. More offspring being born to supply the ever growing Tempest pack made him smile. Hell, attractive females such as herself made him smile. Playing did not make the list of things that him smile.
Being that close to Dischordia made Franz feel a little odd though. Not just odd from the stupid, childish question she posed. Franz studied her frame from the angle at which he was in. He was taller than her, a lot larger. Her body was beautiful though. Nice muscles with a delicious, feminine curve to her body. Franz's eyes narrowed with desire. A part of him wished to take advantage of her now. It had been so long. That was the only game he was interested in playing. Immediately, he slayed the idea. That was not what was going to happen tonight. The focused, glazed over look left his eye and his body relaxed. He was not going to take advantage of this young female. It took all of the self control inside of him to back away from her, to get further away from her warmth and sweet, young scent. No longer could he feel her exhaling into his chest. "I do not think playing...would be a good idea tonight," he stated simply. His mind was still repairing from having its hopes crushed. His selfish body was still yearning for her, and he was still roping it in. This sudden change in himself scared Franz. It had been a while since he had experienced such youthful desires. Such irresponsible behavior could have taken place.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2013 3:08:39 GMT
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Discordia noted with amusement how the older male grew stiff and tense as she gave voice to her desire to play, drawing little from him other than confusion and perhaps annoyance. The young female bounded around him, eyes glowing with the desire for such play even as he backed up, jumping to his feet shortly before that, several moments of silence proceeding her words of enticement, her question, albeit young, but nonetheless playful, light hearted. His handsome face was contorted into a confused expression that was very nearly comical if she hadn’t been padding closer to him, her pale blue eyes wide with curiosity and almost what one could call disappointment. Surely he wasn’t so old as to have forgotten how to play? Soldier or no, she knew he knew somewhere in that big head of his. The soft breeze ruffling his fur brought his scent to her, and she unknowingly drew in a deep breath, his musky, earthy scent, mixed with the faintest hints of spice drawing her in, luring her closer as though she had no say in the matter. She didn’t understand how he didn’t know how to play, but either way, she wanted to stick around him, though now perhaps he didn’t want to be around her, given her behavior seemed only to put him off further, something she hadn’t been intending for when she’d gotten her idea.
In theory it had been a good idea, but in action it didn’t hold up so well. Franz’s eyes locked onto her own even as he carefully took a step forward, as though approaching a volatile canine. Her eyes narrowed faintly at the very thought that he was treating her like some beast, and she almost growled a reprimand to him, not that he would heed it, after all, what was she to know, scolding an older, wiser and more powerful canine? Especially when that canine was still in his prime, like the German before her was. Another step was taken, and a final step brought him nose to nose with her, his scent wreathing around her like a drug, dulling her senses and filling her mind until all she could see, feel, hear or smell was him. And still he kept eye contact with her, his jaws parting slowly to unveil his words. "Are you feeling okay?" His words sharp, heavily accented and filled with a concern that had her wondering just what he thought was wrong with her. Shaking her head slightly to clear it, she glanced up at him, pale eyes narrowing slightly. ”Nothing is wrong with me. All I want to do is play, which I can’t imagine you don’t know how to do. But I apologize for it seems I was wrong.” She said, almost stiffly, though perhaps she only thought it was so, given the way his close proximity was affecting her mind.
It seemed she wasn’t the only one under the other’s influence, as his own eyes grew focused, glazed with desire, narrowed. She didn’t quake beneath that gaze, though she did shiver, but not for the wrong reasons. If anything, a part of her yearned to see that side of him, the one that would ‘play’ as perhaps she wanted with nothing held back. And she intended to get such a response from him, now that she knew it wasn’t just her as it might have been before. He seemed to take a strong effort to back away from her, and she nearly frowned at the loss. "I do not think playing...would be a good idea tonight," He stated simply, but she didn’t believe that, didn’t want to believe it. Stepping forward once more, the pretty Doberman tilted her head slightly, angling her head to meet his gaze head on, brushing closer so that she could feel her flanks whisper against his as she circled him once before meeting his gaze once more. ”What’s the matter? Afraid you might enjoy yourself? That it might be beneficial to the both of us?” She challenged, though her tone was alternately soft and alluring, as well as hinting at desire.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 1:10:13 GMT
Now she was just screwing around with him. Franz took the hint that she obviously noticed his discomfort and later on his wrong intentions. Cursing himself, he watched the once calm, reserved creature who then turned into a playful child, turn yet again into some slithering serpent who was trying her hardest to make him make the wrong decision. A spark of anger ignited within him as she started to pace around his frame. Her warm flank skimmed past his, the touch of her flesh seemed to almost burn him. What the hell was she thinking? Franz's ears lowered in a more annoyed manner. That little thought he had buried earlier deep, deep inside his mind was climbing back out grinning evilly. Go ahead Franz. Just do it Franz. She wants you, obviously, Franz. It's mutual this time Franz. Go ahead Franz. Hurry Franz. Go Franz. Over and over these thoughts circulated his mind, chanting. Franz clenched his eyelids shut, then popped them back open as Dischordia, or whatever creature had taken over Dischordia's body, came in front of him. This time everything about her was alluring and seductive. Franz stiffened.
”What’s the matter? Afraid you might enjoy yourself? That it might be beneficial to the both of us?” Franz felt his upper lip quiver and slightly raise heading towards a snarl. Inside, his teeth were clenched and he became more agitated. Franz agitated was not a pleasant encounter. Especially if you were a good twenty to thirty pounds lighter. He had half the mind to snap her neck right now for making him like this, but he knew better. He had self control. He would not harm her like that, she was a pack mate. He had to respect her and her wishes. After all, he had to keep the pack happy and that meant he had to keep her happy no matter how many different types of agitating, seductive, and odd she was. Franz then finally brought himself back, a few seconds or so after her initial remark. Eyes narrowed as he looked at her. She smelled so...delectable. "Dischordia. Listen to yourself. I'm not playing games anymore. You do not want to do this right now - I am a complete stranger, you don't want to partake in such...activities with the likes of me," his voice was stern, and no longer calm as usual. He was speaking to her like an elder spoke to a disobedient pup. It was true, Franz was just as interested in having his way with her as she seemed to be with having him do it, but it wasn't right. Franz just got accepted into a new pack, and it would not be right for him to have his reputation ruined by some flirtatious, wild female. This was not a good scenario for him to be in.
Now totally sure of himself and his decision, he shouldered past her somewhat roughly and walked towards the ocean. The sun was starting to set, and millions of colors fanned out from the bright orb. Purples, blues, yellows, oranges, pinks. All of them entangled within themselves and created a glorious sunset. The heat had died down a bit, and a relaxing breeze was frequent. Franz tried to forget the alabaster female lingering somewhere behind him. As much as he did want her, desperately, he did not think it was a very good idea. Whatsoever. He flicked an ear back in her direction, listening for any movements. So far she seemed to stay where he had left her by the large tree. Something told him she wasn't going to give up that easily.
occ: look at franz playing hard to get, lol.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 21:57:06 GMT
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Discordia wondered just why this male was fighting against this so hard. She could tell that he did in fact desire her, and for the record, that was all she needed to make a basis for her own desire. The femme wasn’t shallow by any means, but it was so rare for anyone to want her, she did happen to want him in return, and it was nice to be desired for a change. So often she saw others turning their backs on her for being different, and while she knew this male didn’t know her that well to know of her disorders, she still wanted a chance at something special. Her point being maybe getting to know him, and vice versa without bringing up her problems would be the best way to go, that way he’d know who she was before everything all went to hell. He only seemed angered by her attempts, and she figured it had something to do with the way she bounced around from emotion to emotion, his eyes clenching shut before opening them when she stepped closer, stiffening as his upper lip quivered back in a snarl.
She didn’t have any patience for that, but she didn’t care, because she could tell he was fighting his own war in his mind, and she intended to sway his decision. Even then, with him fired up, and her working whatever angle she could, his smell intoxicated her, threatening to derail her train of thought, to send her off on a search for something so enchanting and alluring as that scent he wore, something she doubted she could accomplish. He seemed only even angrier as she watched him, withdrawing into thought before bringing himself out of it, eyes narrowed. "Dischordia. Listen to yourself. I'm not playing games anymore. You do not want to do this right now - I am a complete stranger, you don't want to partake in such...activities with the likes of me," He said sternly, his tone no longer calm, and she would have reveled in that she had gotten a response from him other than calm collectedness were she not taking advantage of it.
He turned his back on her, shouldering past her somewhat roughly, before continuing on his way, and she bared her teeth at his retreating form. Oh, he should know not to turn his back on a woman. Discord padded closer to him, her eyes narrowed before she caught up and drew even with him, pale eyes sparking softly against the pale pinkish tan of her fur. ”Perhaps that is exactly why I want this. You think I’m a child. But I’m not. You think I do not know what I want. But I do. I know with confidence that when I say I have never wanted something as much as this I say it with all manner of truth. You do not have to believe me, but you can listen. Think. You desire me, and I desire you, would it be so bad, as pack mates? You did say we should get to know each other, yes? Well…here’s the perfect opportunity.” She told him, her gaze determined, firm, not giving up nor backing down. She did in fact know what she wanted, and what she wanted, was him.
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