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Post by Alvina on Nov 5, 2017 22:39:36 GMT
Alvina’s fingers curled tightly around the shawl drawn about her shoulders, eyes skimming her surroundings though with less attention than was typical of her. It had been several weeks since Warin’s disappearance. Several weeks since she’d told him she wanted time after he’d revealed his intention, his desire to ‘court her’. Her jaw drew tight at the thought, a bitter taste lingering in her mouth. She’d gone to tell him, having decided after much deliberation and guilt that it was something she’d been willing to try, and he’d been gone. Vanished, seen only by a falcon flying southward. Everything remained in his home undisturbed, including the luminous glass flower he’d made for her the day he’d asked. They hadn’t been able to find him, even after scouring lands days southward of the territory. The Alpha didn’t understand, trying her best to not let it bother her overly much. After all, the nature of Warin’s interest had been far different than Eric’s. It hadn’t even remotely been close to a mate bond. And yet, having been alone for a century and finally being willing to make that consideration only to have the other leave… Her fingers angrily squeezed her arm, eyes kindling with red ire for a moment. She didn’t want to think he’d considered it a game, certainly not after their time after the ball. He would have explaining to do, if he ever chose to return to the forested walls of the pack’s territory. A form bumped into hers in the confines of the marketplace, with enough force that the basket looped in her arm twisted painfully against her forearm. Several of the contents, a few small envelopes sealed with wax, and other small bundles of food, were jostled messily to the ground. At once, the she-wolf’s lips twisted in the trace of a wolfish snarl. “Excuse me.”Felix "Volkov" Cairo |
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Post by Felix "Volkov" Cairo on Nov 8, 2017 17:15:36 GMT
He had become quite the distracted soul as he was left wandering aimlessly. He’d left his Larkin only hours before as he had went ahead to scout out an area for the two of them to park their behinds. He understood however for her need to stop. Her body was working overtime which made her prone to getting tired far more easily and despite her pestering and saying she would be fine, it was his duty to prove her otherwise. He promised he wouldn’t wander too far ahead but merely to take a look at their surroundings while she took a few moments off of her feet and rest. The smells of the market place was distracting and he found his distant gaze looking at the various stalls he passed. His stomach clenched and lurched reminding him that they would soon have to stop eventually and get food but with Larkin having ate just an hour before they could probably push a little further after her break. His footsteps were heavy as hands retreated to his pockets, head low as he moved within the crowd of people. He doubted any one would be looking for them here but as time wore on he began to realize that was usually where they were… in the most unsuspecting places.
As eyes peered toward another stall he paused for a moment to look over the items. Books were something that Larkin had loved and he of course was always on the lookout for something to keep her entertained when he did wander off. He didn’t really appreciate books as he wasn’t entirely the best reader. He was always told that practice would increase his speed but with working like he had, he didn’t spend much time in doing so and had begun to detest it. He lingered only for a moment more before deciding against stepping into the stall. The last thing he needed right now was to be recognized or for someone to ask the shop keeper on whether they had seen someone of his identity. It was better to remain a ghost. Turning his head and taking some steps forward it was about the time he collided with someone. His sturdy form barely swayed against the hit and his head ducked as blue eyes darkened intensely. ”You’re excused.” he said. Had his brother been with him he would have been instantly chided for such a reply however Felix was not the typical ‘gentleman’.
He could see the irritation written over her face as her lips twisted in an animalistic snarl. His own wanted to creep up his throat but he clamped it down for doing so as his wolf immediately recognized that this woman was a pureblood. He and his wolf didn’t run on the same wavelength and both had entirely different personalities. He would go as far as saying he was an alter ego with an entirely different life. As the woman before him posed a small threat the wolf instantly wanted to ‘play’ in the manner of riling her up further. Muscles in his jaws ticked a little as he soothed the bristling under his skin. This was neither the time nor the place even if she should watch where she was going. An observant expression played on his face for a moment before he bent down and picked up a few of the envelopes briefly glancing at the wax seal for a moment before handing them back over to her. ”Any one could have easily made the mistake. No need to get your panties in a twist, lady.” Again his words were sharp. He certainly needed to work on being more polite but it was what kept people at a distance…. And he liked keep people as far from him as possible.
It made things less messy and less likely to get mauled by his wolf. |
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Alpha of the Blood Rose Pack
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Post by Alvina on Nov 18, 2017 6:07:21 GMT
He would’ve been redeemed by his attempt at retrieving the letters, had he not followed it up with his condescending response. Responses. First the excused comment, and then an egregious comment about... Alvina’s lips twisted at the thought, dark eyes sharp as glass from a broken glass of a liquor bottle. She’d been reactive herself, certainly. In that moment, however, as she lowered herself to gather the remaining parcels, she levelled him with a look.
The look was one of a moment staring down their child. A type of are you serious? expression, which lingered, scrawled across her features before she deftly plucked the wax sealed envelopes from his hands. It was in that moment as the air stirred that her nostrils flared slightly, as she inhaled a small whiff of the air stirred up around him.
It was then that she caught it: the woody, lingering scent of a wolf. It clung to him thickly, intermixed with his own smell, and yet inextricably present in the way that was common of a Werebeast. Her fingers did not tighten on the paper of the envelopes. Instead, her expression smoothed as she tucked them back away into their proper places. In a way, it made sense. His temperament was one not she was unfamiliar with. And thus, she responded coolly. “You’re correct. And yet you should still watch where you’re going. It’s common courtesy.”
Rising to her feet, she extended a hand to offer to him as the basket slung securely against her arm. Her eyes, one obstructed with a scar, regarded him as no trace of the animalistic snarl lingered. She wanted to get on her way before those she'd broken ties with earlier crawled out of the woodwork. Getting in a scuffle wouldn't allow for that... even if he was rude.
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Post by Felix "Volkov" Cairo on Nov 29, 2017 0:08:33 GMT
He knew well if he was around the kinder people he hung around he would have been tsked at and completely apologize to the woman afore him for his brash behavior. Sadly though he was alone and sadly he would not be tutted. Instead, he kept his cool but harsh blue eyes pointed directly at her own. He knew amongst the wolf kind that was a threatening thing to do but he was not the submissive kind and apparently not exactly the most polite. He snatched up a couple of the letters knowing well he shouldn’t make a scene and garner much attention -- or at least any more attention -- on them. Giving a quick glance at a few people who passed by them as they could sense the tension. The wolf's expression, of course, didn’t help. She held a very haughty one herself who seemed to expect the common courtesy most decent people had. Instead, she was met with something else entirely.
His jaws twitched feverishly as he was doing his best to keep the rest of his rude words on the tip of his tongue. Dropping his eyes, not out of submission, but more of an attempt at self-control. He didn’t have much that was for sure. He muttered a thing or two in which she seemed to come back with a bit of a tutting of her own much like a mother would her pup. A growl was attempting to slither up again but he stamped it down and instead adjusted the way he stood impatiently. ”No such thing in this day an age, sweetheart.” His words dripped with sarcasm. ”You point out a couple more men and I bet they would be just as savage with their words as I am. Why? Because that's what this life has made us… simpering assholes.” He wasn’t exactly lying. Most men were assholes. ”Unless they are trying to charm a beautiful face.” Sex was another thing that ran high in their aim of survival. Carry on their ‘legacy’ before it was too late. He, however, had no interest in either. He didn’t want to woo her actually he just wanted her out of his way. ”Now that we have that out of the way.” he allowed his hand to slide forward and let her grab the letters. ”your letters.”
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