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Tene's Character [1/3] [Name] Atelia [Age] Three [Gender] Feminine [Role] The Sister [Appearance] [credit goes to Wincey on da] A female of average height, Atelia stands at 28 inches with a lithe physique. She is more petite, her form best used for running rather than physically fighting another. During hunts, she is the one who begins it, as she can can run more swiftly and has more stamina. Granted, she does have a decent amount of muscle, though her inability to use it efficiently poses as a risk to her survival. In terms of her pelt colouration, it is made up of softer hues and ranges more on the light side. Her coat is less bold than that of her brother's, and she uses it as an advantage during the different seasons; it's easier for her to blend in. For the most part, her fur is white with a red tint mainly upon her lower body, such as her legs, underbelly, and even her face. The remainder of her fur is darker, especially upon her back and upon the top of her head. The blackness upon her back give her a "coated" look, as if she's wearing something upon her body. However, this black upon her back also fades into the redness on her sides before stopping abruptly, almost giving her a speckled look. This speckled/peppered look also appears around her neck/chest area, where white is seen with spots of blackness scattered around. This white and black fur is distinct, though in some areas, makes her coat appear more gray. Her ears and face on the other hand is more red, giving her a masked look. Atelia's eyes are a deep amber colour, almost orange, and her nose is an onyx black. Additionally, so is her tail, which fades from white to pure obsidian at the tip. Overall, she has a very feminine and shaped look. [Scent/Voice] Atelia's voice is a peculiar one. It's soft yet demanding, and there is almost a rasp behind it when she speaks. As for her scent, it is something mixed between wildflowers and petrichor. [Personality] Determined - Feisty - Bold - Loyal - Quick Learner - Confident - Eccentric/Odd - Reserved - Passionate - Free Spirited It is safe to say that Atelia is inexperienced. However, that doesn't stop her determinism. You see, this female is very driven, which she believes is why she has survived for so long. No matter what, Atelia refuses to give up unless she is physically incapable of doing something. Indeed, she is driven, not stopping until she succeeds. There is a form of aura around her that demands respect. While she may not be dominant, she is perfectly capable of snapping at another. In a sense, Atelia can be bold to the point where she holds no remorse when confronting another. Whether that's a good thing or a very dangerous thing, she doesn't know, but if one thing is for certain, when Atelia believes in something strongly, she'll do her best to persuade others to agree with her. Atelia is known to be feisty with a hint of attitude at times, but there is also a kindness in her when her trust is earned, and she becomes undoubtedly loyal and protective. While she is unskilled and inexperienced in many things, she does hold a certain intelligence in her. She may still be learning, but she easily understands and picks up on things taught to her. You can almost see when the lightbulb goes off in her mind, for her eyes light up and a confident look crosses her features. Slightly eccentric, Atelia may be seen doing odd things, such as simply staring off into the distance. It's her way of thinking and clearing her mind. The female also takes respect very seriously. It is something that must be earned, as is trust, and it doesn't come easily for Atelia. She is known to be reserved at first, offering cold glares until further notice. However, once cracked, she is, like mentioned before, loyal and kind. In terms of rules, Atelia follows them to a certain amount. She is known to be more on the free spirited side and goes with the flow. In that sense, she is more gentle and strong and tends to embrace spontaneity. This can be a dangerous thing for her later on. She is the optimistic one of the pack. [Kin] Nakoa is her brother |
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Tene's Character [2/3] [Name] Nakoa meaning: warrior [Age] Four [Gender] Masculine [Role] Dominant Male [Appearance] 
[credit goes to Wincey on da] A male of impressive height, Nakoa stands at 34 inches tall. His physique is more on the muscular side and considers himself the bulk of the small pack he has created. His body itself is more wide and long, and holds more muscle than his sister's ever could. However, this is a negative side to his size and muscle. Despite being bigger, that means he is bulkier, and thus, gives him less agility and speed. Therefore, he is usually the one that takes down a kill during a hunt. His pelt is thick and long, and patterned with colours of black, brown, and tan. Nakoa has an almost reddish hue tinted among his side and face, which fades into a black that is speckled around and gives him an almost hooded look. When it comes to injuries, Natoa carries many. He is still rather young, but that doesn't mean that he hasn't had his fair share of fights and accidents. A few scars are scattered around his body, and currently, he holds a bruised shoulder from where he missed a fatal kick of an elk. [Scent/Voice] Nakoa's voice is deep and raspy, ranging from soft to absolutely booming when necessary. His scent consists of a more woodsy, smokey type, almost like the aftermath of a wildfire. [Personality] Quiet - Attitude - Reserved - Intelligent - Aggressive - Protective - Selfless - Blunt - Very Macho - Stupid at Times - Loyal - Loud Nakoa is a very dominant individual. Is he the most dominant in the pack? No, that title belongs to Naeva. However, that doesn't mean he lets everybody walk all over him. No, Nakoa can be very aggressive when others undermine him to the point where he can become violent and assert his dominance. After all, he doesn't take kindly to being treated as anything other than with respect. Despite his attitude, he is quite intelligent and cunning. He has a natural smartness for survival and can deceive others easily. Is he the best at it? No, not completely. Is he experienced? Not even close, but he's proud of where he stands. He can do simple things, such as hunt small prey and fight off another, but other than that, Nakoa is still learning, and he's too prideful to accept help from another. For somebody that can't do much, he has quite a large ego as well, always boasting about himself or something that he did. Additionally, he is protective. He would do anything for those he cares about, making him selfless and protective, as well as loyal. He doesn't do it for free though. He respects and cares for others when they respect and care for him back. Like Atelia, he is big on that. Nakoa tends to also be fairly blunt and stupid. He will rehearse a plan that makes no sense, and when that happens, Naeve is the one to step in. Does he like it? No, and he even voices his disapproval. Like mentioned, he is prideful. He is the strength of the pack. [Kin] Atelia is his sister, Naeva is his mate He had pups, all of which died |
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Tene's Character [3/3] [Name] Naeva [Age] Four [Gender] Feminine [Role] Dominant Female [Appearance] 
[credit goes to EternalOcean on da] Naeva is a female who stands at a solid 30 inches for a female. Her physique is a mixture between muscular and litheness, and can run short distances at quick speeds. During hunts, she's the one who jumps in halfway throughout the hunt and leads the prey to Nakoa. In terms of scarring, Naeva has many, but not as many as Nakoa. As for her pelt, there is nothing special about it. It's a pure, obsidian black, nothing more, nothing less. It provides her good camouflage during the night, but during seasons such as winter, well, she is usually screwed. Prey can see her from miles away, she is more at risk to be hunted, and, well, it's more difficult to survive in general, which is why she must be more skilled than others. Her eyes are an amber, similar to Atelia's, while everything else is black. [Personality] Intelligent - Brainy - Powerful - Calm - Stern - Cunning - Not easily impressed - Difficult - Dominant - Strategic - Scary - Selfless - Daunting Naeva is the intelligent one out of the pack. She is the one who easily picks up things and shows the other two members. She is the true leader, the most dominant one. All within the pack answer to her, not Nakoa. She is the one who makes the final decisions and who controls what others do. Naeva, not anybody else. Her dominance doesn't show from how aggressive she is, but moreso how calm she reacts to situations. She has an aura around her that radiates power. When looking at her, one knows that she's the leader. She is brainy and strategic, the one who always has different plans for one situation. Naeva is a quick thinker in dangerous situations, and can usually get herself out of them by using her intelligence. When faced with danger, it's almost daunting how eerily calm she is. When approached by a stranger, Naeva doesn't react, simply approaches the situation with calmness and a sense of sternness. She reins with an iron fist, after all, how else could she ensure everybody elses survival? Additionally, she isn't easily impressed. It takes a lot of work from her pack to make her happy and she doesn't easily crack a smile unless truly satisfied. In that sense, she can be seen as intimidating and eerie. While she may be stern and daunting, she is selfless. She would do anything for her pack, no matter the consequence to her own health. She is the one who learns and teaches others. However, Naeva still has a lot to learn, but she's getting there. She is the brains of the pack. [Scent/Voice] Naeva's voice is loud and powerful, even moreso than Nakoa's. Her voice demands to be listened to and demands respect. It's deep, but not too deep. It's more educated and polished. It makes the listener think that she knows what she's doing. Her scent consists of the metallic scent of blood. [Kin] Nakoa is her mate She had pups, all of which died due to inexperience |
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(c)Darktaraarts DA [Age] Five and a half years old [Gender] Male [Appearance] 
(c)Quiet-bliss DA Long legs, pricked ears engulfed in a feeble black, Jairo has a height of 33 inches. -A rival weight of 140 pounds. The male has a muscular build,compact muscle sheathed beneath long strings of fur which as a total, amounts to a whole coat. And yet it's coarse, his top pelt at least. But prod at his paler belly and inner thighs, you’ll find soft, comfy patches of fur suitable for a tired head to rest. The male has large paws, his pads a soft rose in color but not without its fair share of darkness; speckled in snugly. Again, he has long legs, accompanied by sharp claws which are more than sufficient enough to plow through tough terrain. His limbs are a milky white in color, along his haunch a paler, frostier tone but all in all, the same color. Jairo’s face has a mixture of shades, ranging from soft browns and grays, to a dark black. He has a long but stout snout, along the top resides a pale umber which fans all the way down to his ebony nostrils. The male has a lengthy tassel, poofed in thick rough fur which becomes an adequate tool at batting flies or slapping another's nose in a violent turn. Jairo has dark amber eyes, often infiltrating an opposing space or even thoughts with strange perceptiveness. The innards of his ears are a gentle, rose brushed pink as well as fleshed colored, jostled pleasantly into a subtle mix. The most dominating color of the males coat would be the blacks and grays. Make that the base and then slap on some beige, browns, and buttery whites. Especially along his chest. Containing rows of yellowed but nonetheless piercing incisors, whenever he cocks himself into a bared grin, one can find themselves questioning the intention; chummy, or threatening? They can have fun trying to figure that out. A delicate scent of patchouli; bearing woody and even slightly sweet undertones. He has a quick gait; brisk and polished. He could probably make a limp look good. [Voice] Husky and deep, but it can become a stupid type of high whenever he teases. [Some Attributes] |-Soft Flirt |-Curious |-Ambitious when it doesn’t count |-Manipulative |-Mean as hell |-Witty |-Resilient |-Actor |-Liar |-Cheeky |-Pessimistic |-Reserved |-Patient |-Unreadable |-Affectionate |-Protective but in a mean way |-Direct |-Lazy |-Insulting |-Goofy |-Cautious |-Mature but not at the same time |-Nasty [Personality] Nasty. Now that word can describe many things about Jairo. Nasty with his words..whether it be some type of muted insult or something randomly indecent. It could also mean the simpler version; like-gross. Not in the extremely bad type of way but kind of close to it, well depending on the other being. Jairo could be nasty in the way he might toss random old bones he’s come across on you, or perhaps he’s bumped you into a slimy swamp without acknowledging the fact whether you can swim or not. Lets not forget him possibly leading you to believe that an old, fly ridden carcass is as fresh and tasty as ever and urging you to partake of it. His intentions, it's kind of hard to read them. As the male is almost always drifting between silliness and grouchy. But when he commits those types of acts, one can bet that he’s got a humorous smirk on his face in the midst. So yes, he’s playful. But not in the enjoyable way, the typical way. --And even if he is, instead of softly nibbling on one's scruff, he’ll elicit a rough brawl which’ll have everyone on their toes. Jairo is mean and yet not entirely insufferable to be around. He doesn't critically offend someone every precious chance he gets, but a softer version of that. He’s a...lighthearted kind of rude. Like yes, he’ll outright embarrass others, calling them a dumbass if they slip or asking if they’d “like a cookie” when they're a bit too proud of their achievements. But it's in an affectionate manner.-heh. One can imagine how that’d be hard to understand but it's true. Its like an enjoyable outlet for him. Calling the ones he likes failures and screw-ups. Only they will understand. Hopefully. The male is a light flirt, an odd ambitious, and a liar. The way he flirts is rather subtle; roughly bumping sides or remaining a relatively quiet presence. One really has to watch out for the signs. He gives them out, and after a certain extent, he’ll expect some type of feedback eventually, even going as far as to declare the relationship even if it doesn’t even exist. “Huh, oh she’s my wife.” Ambitious, but then not at the same time..that's what deems it odd. He’ll sit and laze about while things crumble around him and great opportunities arise, but then leap at the most insignificant things. -Insisting he and whoever else tags along gets the best drinking pond or the greatest patch of grass to lie in. It's another thing that can have him appear a bit unserious. Guileful at times, and an irritating fabulist. But it’d be a deal more curt than an elaborate story. He doesn’t really lie for his benefit but neither for another's own good. It's peculiar really. Or maybe it is for his own benefit, it can be hard to tell. Jairo isn’t an uncontrollable liar but rather very decisive and firm. When he does it, he almost never gives anything away. It can be frightening really. For all you know, he could’ve fabricated your whole tie with him. Whether it be familial or unrelated. Just..don’t get a concussion or any type of head injury around him, because you could pass out being his sister and then wake up being his mere friend who he’s held under his wing. But rest-assured, well not really, -he’ll always reveal the truth without fail. Though the timespan would be unknown. [Lover] He used to have a mate, Hale. It was shortly after he and his brothers set off that he found her. But it didn’t work out. Who knows what happened [Pups] He already has two [Likes] Wrestling Warm nights Receptiveness [Dislikes] Nagging Left overs Inexperience [Kin] Jade and Kenze are his younger brothers [Other] nah |
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(c)Selva Stock DA for both images [Age] Yearling [Gender] Male [Appearance] 
He’s a little larger than the average sized yearling [Voice] A loud audacious tone, crisp and clear [Some Attributes] |-Bold |-Silver tongued |-Persuasive |-Moody |-Blunt |-Passionate |-Flirty |-Cheeky |-Playful |-Incurious |-Demanding |-Determined |-Honest |-Worry wart |-Impulsive [Personality] See above ;p [Lover] Bwahaha [Pups] BWAHAHa [Likes] Wrestling Pretty things Flaunting [Dislikes] Prudes Arrogance Naivety [Kin] Kenze and Jairo are his brothers [Other] He has a habit of collecting various puppy crushes on those with a cute face. |
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(c)Yiliny DA for both images [Age] Yearling [Gender] Male [Appearance] 
A little smaller than the average sized yearling. He hopes his baby face will vanish when an adult [Voice] Soft but strict, almost sharp. Definitely not deep, it could probably be classed as squeaky. [Some Attributes] |-Arrogant |-Nervous |-Playful |-Curious |-Sharp tongued |-Patient |-Somewhat Impassive |-Observant |-Uncaring |-Shy |-Pessimistic |-Cautious |-Tactful |-Nosy |-Irritable [Personality] See above. ;p [Lover] The ladies wish [Pups] Most likely never [Likes] Interesting flowers Nice fragrance Intelligence [Dislikes] Brutes Invasiveness Touching [Kin] Jade and Jairo are his brothers [Other] He’s a minnie grump |
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Shaking cool droplets of water from thick blankets of fur, it seemed like the surrounding green had its own personal sprinklers. A large bed of sun baked grass, an alluring yellow tainting its leaves, spread delicately about large paws, the less fortunate crushed meaninglessly between their pads. Slackened jowls expelled humid, moist breaths, salmon hued tongues shifting ever so slightly between sets of sharp teeth; previously snapping ludically at a sloshing pond with its sloshing liquid.- Of course to no avail. The water had passed unceremoniously through the careless bites, slipping down their throats instead and wetting their snouts. But the fun hadn’t lasted long. Now, the trio had their sights set on something else, something much more interesting..for one of them at least. Kenze lashed his tail, ears flickering irritably while amber eyes drove intently at a neighboring figure. Dressed in a shaggy black-ish pelt, the eldest of the three, Jairo, let his heavy haunches fall to the ground, a bout of dust puffing around his hips. Only when a gaping yawn had stretched his brother's jowls, did Kenze finally splinter. “Are you even listening!?” Jairo felt the sloppy paw on his side, his younger brother scratching hard at his flank, and it was not the pleasant kind. The kind that’d have you rolling on your back with a listless twitch of your leg. “That hurts” The male chuffed, shifting his hind quarters in a lazy stride; a step closer to the puny silhouettes in the near distance. Fangs were bared, his grumpy sibling hopping at his side and feebly attempting to bowl him over, of course it was a fruitless act. “I was talking to you for a straight….twenty heartbeats!” He momentarily drawled. “But all you care about are those strange wolves. You didn’t even play in the water for that long.” Kenze flicked his dainty paws, a miniscule spray of liquid shooting onto the stems below. Afterwards, his gaze had shifted to Jade, contently rolling about the rock-ridden stream with a dripping tail in tow. “They’re not strange. They’re cute.” At that, the smaller male would cock his head, an angry and yet questioning look staining his speckled muzzle. But Jairo stood, commencing in a slothful stretch before batting his brothers head down with a strong swipe. “You wouldn’t understand.” “Understand what?” With a curt ear swivel and relish in the dry breeze, he’d turn, facing Jade with a small smirk. A mischievous smirk. “Love.” He almost sang, prancing daintily about the both of their frames with a raised tail; radiating confidence. “You sad chumps might not ever experience it for yourselves, but I plan to.” Jairo finished, departing from their flanks and setting upon the open path. Quickly, Jade would leap in tow, his pelt spiking indignantly. “What do you mean, love? You haven’t fallen for that normie, have you?” “Normie? If you mean the one you’ve been pining over and calling a cutie, then yes.” He could already see his brother's jaws falling in embarrassment. “That-that wasn't..-” Kenze would intrude with a bumpy growl. “It’ll be Hale all over again.” -- “Relax idiots. I’m just interested in what she has to offer. I mean, I can’t be wandering aimless with you two forever. I have ambitions, dreams.” They’d both snort, whipping their poofed tails in a firm strike against air. “Yea right. You just wanna get in her pelt.” Jade would then add “Create an army of little minnie yous and make them your sorry minions.” Jairo narrowed his eyes, and yet not from anger, but just to better his vision; quickening his gait as they advanced upon the lone figure. During their little argument, he had kept his gaze steady, watching the dark physiques as they danced slowly along their slightly risen terrain, the different scents fluctuating delicately about his nostrils. He had watched as the two larger set off, leaving, from mere observation, the sister by her lonesome. It’d be most probable that it was just a short expedition, perhaps a leisure patrol about the territory, if they even had any. One thing Jairo knew for sure was that they had no pups, no tiny obstacles to groom and protect in the late spring Upon realization, the snide babbling yearlings began a brief scan about their surroundings, and what they were currently progressing on. Kenze would prick his ears, teeth clacking in exasperation. “No way. No way you’re doing this now. The others could be back any minute!” And he’d stop.--Jairo. -Casually tossing himself on the loose soil nearby, and yet ridiculously close to the tan-meddled female, Jade and Kenze tentatively in a pause. He had placed himself in her line of vision, ensuring some type of contact, whether it be by the eyes or even physical; though she’d get to decide it. “Kenze keep watch.” He barked, allowing his heavy head to float openly on his crossed paws. The yearling was frustrated, but obeyed nonetheless, stalking off with a disgruntled chuff. “What--what do we do now?” Jade piped up, stonily perching himself close by Jairo’s large frame with a flushed look. A dreamy haze had cast itself over his eyes, limbs dripping sluggishly with hormones. She’s cute “We wait.” The male mumbled, swiping his tongue across his dark nose with a disposition portrayed as nothing but relaxed. “And if she doesn’t come to us, we go to her.” |
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A reddish pelt rested upon the sun kissed grass, the rays of light reflecting off of it and making it appear brighter than it truly was. There, a female sat, crouching low upon her haunches, mouth parted and tongue lolling out in a constant rhythm to aid her with the heat. Ever so often, she would stand and move a few meters before ultimately coming to a rest. She would wait a few minutes before repeating the process: sit, stand, walk. Sit, stand, walk. The first few times when she stood, she moved a few meters to the right. The next time, she thought, she'd move to the left. "Be a good girl now," they said, as their figures rose from alongside of hers. "Keep watch while we check for enemies," they reminded her, as they took a few steps away. "Don't get lost in your head again," they barked, as they began to walk off, like she was a halfwit. Like she was a fool who didn't understand what to do. Like she was an idiot.. A pup. So, keep watch was what Atelia did, the words from her brother and his mate rewinding in her mind like a movie. They thought her to be a dullard. They thought her to be weak. To them, she was a mere, young canid who knew not how to do anything. A moron, a simpleton, a dimwit, a clod. They spoke to her as such, treated her like a pup. Well, she wasn't one anymore. Atelia knew enough, knew how to handle things sufficiently. They need not baby her anymore or treat her like unnecessary baggage when they themselves hardly knew what they were doing. "Call us if danger lurks," they uttered. Small, simple sentences, yet those were the ones that enraged the dame the most, as if she couldn't protect herself. Even now, as she sat overlooking the little territory her brother and his mate had claimed, she found her lips peeling back, revealing a sharp row of jagged, white teeth. Did they not see how much she did for them? How much effort and work she put in? Atelia did more than both combined, and yet she was the one spoken down to? It wasn't as if she could even leave. No, despite their words and treatment, she needed them, and they her. Their bond ran deeper then some mere words. Atelia couldn't leave Nakoa and Naeva, and they couldn't leave her. They were a pack. Granted, a small one, but the title remained. Yes, their constant babbling- What was that? A movement, ever so small from the corner of her eye was seen. Her ears had turned before her head, her entire body alert, and Atelia stared, her line of vision being intruded by one.. no, two.. no, three individuals! In silence, she sat, studying them before her body rose. She made no movements, simply observed, taking them in. One wore a darker coat then the others and was older, though other than that, not many differences were seen. They were related, Atelia was almost sure. Were they brothers? A father and his sons? Cousins? If one thing was for certain, she hoped that her brother and his mate would return. She was wrong. She couldn't protect herself. Against one, perhaps, but three intruders? It was a death wish. She was inexperienced, but she knew of the stories. She knew the dangers that strangers caused, often attacking and even killing another. She had witnessed it firsthand when her younger siblings were killed. Whatever their intentions were, Atelia wished to never find out. So, she decided not to converse. She wouldn't give them a reason to approach nor speak with her. She would show no signs of aggression or act defensive, no matter how much she longed to flash her teeth in warning. She would simply.. turn away, giving her brother and his mate more time to return. While her eyes lingered for a moment, they soon broke contact. Then, it was her body that moved next, her gait breaking out into a leisurely trot as she vanished over the other side of the terrain. |
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“She’s getting away!” A strong paw bowled frantically at his side, shortly after, the yearling's hind quarters bunching in a short vault across his torso. Jade's ears were pricked, identical amber gaze scissoring into the female's honey colored coat as it disappeared behind shielding boulders; towards lower ground. Jairo rose, tail lashing in an almost unbothered manner, but by then a small smirk had snaked its way across his dark jowls. “Calm down. I should be more concerned than you. Get your own swain.” Almost playfully, the male bunted his head against his eager little brother, though his eyes had begun to scantle with vivid tenacity. Smoothly, Jairo picked at his scruff, his chin rubbing softly against his fur whilst his great incisors ripped through the dirty fleece. Turning back to the disgruntled Jade, he’d let his head fall gently to the right, audits sagging flimsy to the side. “Do I look presentable?” At the mention, the yearling jeered. “Better than ever.” Setting off towards Kenze, but stopped by a strong shoulder, Jairo grinned, his lips peeling back with mild zeal. “You don't wanna come with?” Briskly, the two set off, leaving Kenze to his own devices despite the concerned Jade. He was comforted by the curt eldest, muttering a relaxed “He’ll be alright” and departing off into the spiny bushes. Their paws became moist in the soothing stream which they had passed, falling gracefully over piled stones and darkening their baked shells into slippery rock. Jairo’s head had often slumped, tapping his keen nostrils against the ground in a brief halt; inhaling the familiar but nonetheless fragrant scent. By now, the smell was pasted in his mind, sealed in some functioning hard drive and then unlocked whenever he felt the need to differentiate the vying smells in the ether. “We’ll never find her” Whined a leading figure, tri-colored pelt consumed by the hungry shadows of high green pines above. The yearling had pressed forward, every disturbed shrub arousing a sharp flap of his tail; his excitement near clear to anyone who cared to pay attention. “You sure about that little twerp?” Jairo halted, his amber vision fixing promptly on the somewhat diminutive physique of his interest. A soft brown cased cherry lined the outer tufts of her ears, her black stretched back chipped away by the fetching fawn of her sides and belly. Eyes like sweet saffron was what she possessed, sometimes containing a fiery burst which he’d catch glimpses of from afar. Yes, she’d be perfect. And hopefully receptive to his..charms. Jade perked at the sight, starting forward and yet not without a warning clench of his tail. “Stay back.” Saliva glazed teeth penetrated the sensitive flesh of his extensive appendage, pricking a low yelp from the yearling's tight jaws. The communication went unvoiced, the little tracking back with a startled trot. Slopping his tongue in a leisure motion about his dark freckled snout, Jairo passed on ahead, allowing his head to sink down between shifting forelegs as he advanced upon the female's unsuspecting side. He was aware of his younger brother's presence among the rough bark, the gentle rips of his thick pelt audible as he brushed against the crisp strips of tree. He could feel the males glinting eyes projecting curiously on the both of them, his ears ironed flat against his skull. Perhaps some type of lesson was learned there. “Hey sweetheart.” Releasing a striking grin which proudly showcased pointed fangs, Jairo stalked forth, trotting around her stance in a lazy gait. The sun reflected nicely against his water bathed pelt, his humid nose twinkling in its tasteless dew. There was no plan, no specific way to go about this, despite his calculating mind. Instead, he found himself recalling the slim moments where he had glimpsed the evocative naivety that had attached itself to her thinking, witnessing the perilous actions she’d often commit. She was inexperienced, he knew that for sure. So he’d build an enjoyable conversation around that, coaxing her you could call it. “You seem like the smart type. How about you help me with something, yea?” Refusing any type of ealy miscue, he inched forward, casting his large shadow upon a slanting piece of vegetation. Relaxing his limbs in a simple sit, Jairo loomed heavily over a vibrant patch of mushrooms, its viral red and pale dappled top sagging delicately over its thick stem, tucked securely within a largely cracked log which held dull green moss caked on its thin spines. “Poisonous or not?” He queried, flicking his gaze back onto the dame with a glinting expression.”That dunce over there tried to eat one” Simultaneous to his brusque speech, large paws pounced forward in affront, Jade bunted his jaws together, striking his tail in defiance. “Hey!” Snapping his stare towards his young accomplice, Jairo shifted in a steady rise. “Don’t act all clueless just to impress your crush.” He gibed, dragging his paw across the dry soil in a slow, teasing step forward. “I- you’re lying!” With the yearling turning to the cooped female, he’d then proceed. “He’s lying.” The eldest flicked his ears forward, opticals circling leisurely along her petite limbs before eventually settling back onto her similar gaze. “Poisonous or not?” He repeated. |
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