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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 18, 2009 22:01:37 GMT -5
OOC: Don't take this the wrong way- I love your descriptions- but you make Dax sound like that claritan clear allergy commercial xD
While he had been waiting for any sort of response to his attempt at comfort, he decided that she had at least heard him, and that was enough. Instead of speaking, however, the intensely alluring femme had dropped down into a more ludic stance, her solemn demeanor seemingly vanished. Admittedly, when he had first stumbled across Capella he hadn't taken her as a wolf to let her frivolous side show its face, but he now knew (and happily so) that, provided with a suitable opportunity, the drappa was about as spirited as himself. It was with these thoughts careening through his mind that the two wove in and out of each other's paths, a sort of playful tango that brought nothing but a grin to his face, black half-moons under his eyes pulling up as his eyes squinted shut in a laugh. He was feeling rather brazen now- on top of the world, so to speak- seeing as how she had made no effort to avoid his touch or words.
There had been a moment where the fae had twirled around to meet his gaze, and Daxton had been at a loss for words, or even suitable thoughts, and he was left standing there, mind and mouth agape, as Capella leapt away from him, her lean limbs carrying her in bounds. And then, quite suddenly, the drappa crumpled to the earth, a silver heap that seemed incredibly lifeless. A look of anguish clouded the mann's face, and for a brief moment he stood rooted the spot, cerulean eyes wide with fear, before he had covered the distance with an impressive swiftness, ears flattened against his skull and voice on the edge of breaking. “Capella?” he whimpered, pawing at her shoulder before raising his muzzle up, looking about frantically. Was she injured? His throat seemed to constrict; heart pounding furiously as everything else but the possibly-lifeless drappa seemed to pan away. Sheer vertigo threatened to overtake him, and he was about to lift his maw in a desperate howl when Capella rolled over, chirping a yip. Daxton,fairly trembling with fear for his friend, was now once again at a loss, though he ducked as Capella sprang nimbly over his entire height, easily clearing his body. He was whirling around to face her, features obviously furious (but with the sort of anger that doesn't come from irritation, but simply out of exasperated relief) even as the fae was nipping his tail good-naturedly and then once again spinning away.
It wasn't taken lightly, however, and so he was immediately on her heels, taking advantage of his congenital swiftness and finding himself beside her as soon as she had halted. He stared at her, cyan eyes a confusing mix of fury and fear and the length of his lean frame quivering as he listened, large ears swerving to catch her words. Once silence overtook her voice (and by that time, all anger had melted from his gaze), Daxton snorted and strode towards her, closing what distance had been between them. His head gently came to rest on her shoulder, muzzle trying to tuck around the opposite side in an embrace of sorts, voice firm- though it was definitely stricken with both fear and concern. “That,” He began, pulling away at last to stare at her, “Was not funny. If you ever frighten me to that extent again, I...I don't know what I'll do.” Now it was his turn to look sheepish, her words finally registering in his mind and soothing his dismay. “I was scared,” he murmured, ears pulling back as he nuzzled her, not only out the simple joy of touching but to try and communicate the anxiety she had put him through. “And no, I don't think you sound like a silly pup. I feel that way as well; and I'm grateful for everything you've done too.” he nearly interrupted himself as he thought on that last statement, chuckling and correcting himself. “Well, everything except the part where you make me think you had died. You should feel awful about that, by the way. You scared me to death.”
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Post by Capella on Apr 18, 2009 23:36:29 GMT -5
ooc: WHAT? D: I think I make him sound cute. ;-; Cause he is. Poor lil fella. Capella worrying him like that. He doesn't deserve it. But she thinks its funny--there's a lil mean streak in her! XD Capella the Loving The female watched Dax curiously as he closed the distance, her eyes never straying from his face. She did not react too his expression, merely narrowed her eyes almost challenging as he moved to lay his head over her shoulders in an embrace, ears flicking back as he spoke, though as she gazed once again at his face, her eyes took on an almost amusing gleam. She had gained a lot of knowledge from the simple display. She had seen something that had sent her mind spinning and left her heart fluttering. She heard his words and for a good moment, kept silent, eyes locked on his, unwavering and prying. Finally, a small smile spread across her features, her eyes lightening up as she stepped forwards, nose touching his once again, tail lifted high and waving good naturedly.
Capella had learned at that moment the true extend of his feelings towards her. He cared enough about her and her well being to react so strongly to her potentially being hurt. Although she felt guilty for putting him through that, even if she had meant it in the most innocent of ways, she felt elated to know that she had found someone who actually cared. She allowed her head to tilt slightly, eyes softening ever so slightly as she examined his stricken face more closely, tail still swaying slowly behind her. “I’m sorry, Dax. I didn’t mean to upset you.” She said softly, lowering her rump to the ground, curling her tail neatly about her haunch. She listened to him closely, whining softly to show the extent of her regret for the thoughtless display. She had no desire to cause him any sort of distress or harm, physically or emotionally. Upon hearing that he felt the same, she offered another gentle smile, tail thumping gently against the ground, reaching out with her muzzle so that she could touch the side of her muzzle to his.
It was an uplifting discovery, though she had already know practically from the beginning, that he would be a friend worth having, however, from his reaction after her display, she was beginning to realize there was a possibility for growth in their relationship. Nothing would ever come in the way of her being the greatest of friends with him, but there was a growing hope that in the future, they could be something else, something more. She enjoyed his company—his attitude was relaxing and refreshing and she found that his feelings about her safety to be more then adorable. True, he might have not been the most muscular of males—the most vicious and battle ready—but she knew that if something were to happen, he would be willing to stand up to the threat. Again, she whined softly, attempting to control the rush of emotion that rippled through her very being. She wanted to pounce on him to smoother him happily. Capella took pride in restraint, composing herself in a way to that an older female should—behaved and mature, but like all wolves, there was a potential for puppish behavior and it was threatening to consume her.
”I do regret it. I hate that I have caused to such distress, but I will admit, I did enjoy the concern you showed.” Her jaws parted as she fell silent, tongue lolling out in a tired yawn. She had yet to realize until that moment just how tired she was. Traveling and stressing over her new home had worn her down and she was finally feeling the effects of it. She was unhappy with this discovery, having wanted to spend more time exploring Deor—she wanted to learn her home inside and out. Capella also became painfully aware of the scar upon her muzzle—the jagged silver streak that distorted the otherwise beautifully colored hues on her face. It was beginning to act, as it so often did in cooler weather. Attempting to distracted herself from the growing tenderness, she returned her soft gaze back to Dax. “So tell me more about your past. Did you have anything more exciting than those humans while you were a kerl? Any epic battles?
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 20, 2009 0:40:56 GMT -5
OOC: No, no, it makes him sound very cute xD And I know! Capella's a jerk! I love it. xD
Dax was entirely unaware of Capella's intentions as she locked eyes with him, and so he rather inclined to nervousness as her lucid gaze seemed to bore into his own. Still, he didn't break the contact- though he did tilt his head in the slightest- and when the faintest hint of a smile broke across her lovely features, he mimicked her, tensed muscles able to relax at last. As she allowed her snout to graze against his own, the mann almost went cross-eyed attempting to see down the length of his muzzle to hers, and a wide grin spread across his features. It was a funny thing, these emotions he was feeling toward her, and they were incredibly foreign to him- though that only piqued his interest, made him more anxious figure out exactly what they would lead to. One would think that infatuation would be a well-known emotion to a wolf of his age, though it couldn't have been more of the opposite- as Capella would soon learn, he hadn't had time for love, or anything else of the sort.
It was more than true that Dax would put his life on the line for the fae; in the short time he had known her, he felt more drawn to her than he had to anyone else. She balanced him, made him feel almost...whole. She had so far proven to be an undying source of both comfort and companionship, and he was already painfully aware that they would likely soon depart each other's company (if only for a couple of hours) and explore the territory- the thought saddened him, but at the same time he didn't want to be her shadow, trailing behind her like a cub after its mother.
The dragga nodded rather sullenly at her apology, though as Capella voiced a faint whimper Daxton couldn't help but let his eyes wander to hers; it was now his turn to pry, and he savored the moment, unabashedly gazing at the femme's face, a smile lying tenderly across his muzzle. He met her halfway, his own maw extending, and he was quiet until their contact broke; it was then a low, long- almost inaudible- whine escaped his jaws as he tried desperately to hide the pleading sort of look his eyes were threatening to reveal. Not unlike their last encounter, Dax slowly began inching his way closer, rump scooting closer and closer to Capella until his ginger tail had flicked atop her silver one and his flank was close beside hers. He proffered a light sigh, one that was intoned with a content smile, and settled down, flinching slightly as his stomach was caught off-guard by the chill of the grass. He tilted his head with a broad grin, ears pricking happily to the tones of her voice and he nodded in a near absent-minded sort of state, his own voice faintly amused. “I suppose I would appreciate the same concern from you, but, really- you could have just asked me if I would have cared that you might have died, and I would have told you the same thing that I acted out. Not to metion,” he added, casting a quick glance up at her face before dropping his cyan eyes back to his tawny paws. “You should know by now that I would have been concerned for you. As long as I can help it, no harm will befall you as long as I'm around. I promise.” He allowed himself to shift slightly so that he was just barely resting against her, sweeping auds catching her voice and holding onto it.
It took him a long, long moment to answer her, and when he did, it started off sounding rather embarrassed before he plucked up enough tale-telling dexterity to do so without stammering. “I d-d-didn't really have the chance to be in a-any ep-p-pic battles, so to speak; Mato was relatively quiet. Th-the majority of our skirmishes were inner-pack fights, usually over trivial things that didn't matter the next morning. My life revolved around my family- I didn't have one like yours- a mate and cubs of my own, I mean- but I was kept rather busy with all of Mato's pups. I was in charge of training the young ones how to hunt- I was lead hunter(this was spoken with a definite sense of pride)- and so for the two years after I was given the rank, I was allowed to take on one or two apprentices. There was one drappa in particular- she was my sister, technically, only from my mother's second litter- and her name was Alba, and she was wonderful. Learned quickly, beautiful inside and out. If I have one regret about leaving, it would because I never finished her training. “ Daxton sounded rather wistful, and after looking once more toward Capella for any hint that she was incredibly bored yet, he continued, though he gave a warning. “Before I finish, please, feel free to stop me anytime if I'm boring you. I did get stuck in the mountains during a snowstorm, with two others- one of which I found a sort of friend in, though the other I had to restrain myself from not beating her within an inch of her life. She was definitely the most annoying, selfish, foolish cub I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. “ He once again stopped, looking rather thoughtful for a moment before finishing his spiel. “I've taken part in some pretty interesting hunts, but besides that...my life is rather boring, I'm not the most interesting dragga around, I'm sorry to say. I can only hope that your opinion of me won't change because of it. Here, he gave a very Dax-esque wink, falling silent for a moment or two before speaking once more. “What about you? Anything else happen between your little tumble in the river and us meeting up? Any particularly vicious drappa-to-drappa fights?”
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Post by Capella on Apr 20, 2009 11:17:42 GMT -5
ooc: Aw, Capella doesn't mean to. XD And no one better mess with Capella when she's around pups. e.e She'll fight right too the death to protect them. She'd be scary to face when protecting pups. O.O Capella the Loving The sky, which had been for the most part, cloudless, but as the wind picked up and the sun had shifted from its highest point in the sky, clouds had suddenly appeared, threatening to block out the light and cut off the warmth that the sun was giving. As Dax spoke, Capella studied the sky thoughtfully and although it appeared she was not paying much attention, she was. Her ears were twisted slightly so that she could catch every word he said. No harm would come too her… She allowed a ghost of a smile, turning her attention fully to Dax, golden eyes soft. There was something in the way he spoke, the concern that he had showed that made her giddy, although she wouldn’t outwardly show it. She wasn’t going to allow her heart to get too wrapped up with her feelings. After all, they had only met days before, but then again, she and Thoth had known each other for a short time before they left her birth pack. There were a lot of things to consider---first Thoth had been a rover and had come across her—she and Dax were both loners—newly accepted into a pack. There was also the fact that he and Ryku had known each other far longer and the great possibility that he had feelings for her.
Sighing softly, shifting her gaze from the male at her side to her paws, she shook the thoughts from her mind. She would not get her hopes up. She couldn’t exactly place the growing feelings she was having—she did like the male, but as a friend or more, she was uncertain. There were hopes that it would turn out to be more, but she would accept it without complaint if it didn’t turn out how she hoped it would. After all, she wasn’t sure of just how she felt in the first place. Wrinkling her nose in irritation at herself, she returned her gaze to Dax, attempting desperately to compose her thoughts and settle her attention back on him and his words. He spoke of his run in with other wolves, another younger pup that was, in his words, annoying, selfish and foolish—though she would not judge the pup entirely off his words, but she would take his judgment to heart. She had enjoyed his words on his sister and felt a familiar ach that reminded her of her own family and just how much she missed them. Forgive me, I was oblivious to the love and just how well I had it with my family. She thought, hoping that the Gods could hear her—and after her death that they would reunite her with her family so she wouldn’t have to face the afterlife alone.
“You never bore me, Dax. And your pack sounds wonderful. I think it was great you were so involved. Packs that are so closely knit thrive better, I think. She smiled, leaning sideways to nudge him at his wink. She thought for a moment he was done speaking and was content to allow the silence to stretch, however, he startled her with his question. She remained silent for a moment, brows furrowing as she attempted to think up something worth speaking about. “Not too much happened between my fall into the river and our meeting up. I explored a little and found a pleasant lake where I rested for a bit. She laughed softly at his question about any fights and gave a slight shake of her head. “No, not any real extreme fights—there were a few rough tussles when I was still with my family. It was just the normal dominance thing. I did have a run in with a large mother lynx though. She tried to glance down her muzzle at the scar and shrugged her shoulders slightly as if it were really nothing. It really hadn’t been much of a run in, but enough to remind her just how dangerous things could be. “I accidently stumbled upon her den where she had her kittens. She wasn’t intent on killing me really—just protecting her young. She got me across the muzzle and I left her with a tattered ear. But I wasn’t too keen on really hurting her. I didn’t want to leave her kittens motherless. After all, it was just after I had moved on from the area me and Thoth had settled. When I retreated a good distance, she returned to her den, content and I turned and left them be. She smiled at the memory, recalling the kittens that were huddled up together, staring fearfully at her. She had not enjoyed the fear she had put into those young cats, but she thought they were adorable and was happy for the lynx that she had been able to keep them all safe and healthy. At least the Gods weren’t cruel to everyone.
Suddenly, Capella bristled, lips pulling back in a slight snarl, but she settled herself quickly and glanced apologetically to Dax. “Sorry, but that wasn’t the only run in, I suppose. It was just after my pups had been born and Thoth had gone out in search of food for us. A scraggly rover passed through our area and was set on getting the pups—he was obviously starving, but so were most of the animals in the area. To put it simply, he didn’t get the pups. The last part was said rather flatly, eyes having grown cold and her posture rather stiff. Heaving a heavy sigh, she finally relaxed, glancing back up towards the sky. “I was so angry at the Gods and everything in general after what happened with my family. Why they would so something so horrible to me, but I suppose they have their reasons and I’m glad at least, that they seemed to have taken pity on me and allowed me a chance to finally rest in the comfort of a great pack. She glanced sideways towards Dax, a slight smile touching her muzzle. “And to have found such great friends.”
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 20, 2009 15:24:16 GMT -5
OOC: Poor Dax, bahahaha. He just wants to be like, "heyilikeyou", but he CAN'T. xD
As per usual, Daxton followed the drappa's line of sight, and found himself looking up at a rather grumpy sky. The sun had since reached its nadir and was now falling, threatening to throw the wolves into the serenity of dusk- or perhaps that was merely the illusion that the thick clouds were haughtily smearing. The male found his muscles sharply tensing as a bout of wind clawed through him- it was both unexpected and unnecessary, in his book. He made an angry grumble of sorts under his breath, void of any words but fitting to match the irritated glint that his previously chipper eyes had attained. Still, he reasoned with himself, there was no one else's company that he would prefer to be in- he was lucky to have it now; he had half expected her to waltz away to explore the remainder of Deor. Daxton didn't quite know what to think of Capella; there were times that he had been almost certain that he had seen some degree of tenderness in her gaze, but there were others where he was sullenly sure that she regarded him as nothing more than a friend, and never would see him as anything different. The thought that he himself would ever want them to be anything more- which he had been trying to make extremely clear the past few hours- was still a very queer concept and he had been trying to make heads or tails out of it, but was failing miserably.
Daxton chuckled lightly, though it was slightly fraught with disbelief. “Well, I should be glad for that, I suppose. Otherwise, you'd wander off, and then I'd have to go looking for you, and it'd just be a mess. Thank you for humoring me, however. I promise, once we get to talking more, I can be sort of funny.” This statement, however, ended in a wince, and he hesitated before prodding her with a tawny paw, eyes round as they could be and rather hopeful. “You have to admit, I'm sort of cute, though, right? Does that help any?” While he was being more than serious, he gave it a sort of comical flair, hoping to mask his obviousness should she say no; it would be far easier to play it off- act nonchalant- than to be visibly crushed by any less-than-agreeing words.
His train of thought was effectively cut off, however, when Capella spoke of the scuffles she had gotten into before they had met. He grinned broadly at the 'natural dominance' bit, ginger tail wagging behind him, though he remained quiet until she was through. As she spoke of the lynx, and glanced dow the length of her silver muzzle to the peach-colored scar that adorned it, Dax smiled crookedly, reminded briefly of his own hidden scars. “I used to fight my best friend all the time- just play fights, of course- to decide who would have to watch the cubs. That was before I actually began liking them; I was still a yearling and would have much rather had experienced the thrill of a hunt than stay at home and pupsit.” Beside him, Capella became intensely agitated over something, if only for a moment, and the male found himself almost involuntarily on his paws, beginnings of a vicious snarl curling up the side of his jaws. The fae settled herself as quickly as she had started, however, though Dax remained standing for a moment longer before sitting down once more. “Something similar happened in Mato,” His words were soft, features saddening. “I was watching a quartet of the most rambunctious cubs you'll ever meet, when a lone bear cub sort of lumbered into our clearing. The cub itself wasn't a threat, really; he was just curious- but so were my charges, and the four of them sort of sent him back into the forest at a dead run. Next thing I know, the mother is plowing through us. The cubs all lived, but the mother bear struck him pretty hard and broke one of the bones in his hind leg. Bears really aren't as scary as they're made out to be; I only had to act like I was going to charge her and she turned to go back for her son. But, still, the pup walked with a limp afterwards. I've always felt guilty about it, though the only thing I could do was to e more vigilant from that point on.”
As Capella smiled gently at him, Daxton felt his heart race for a moment and an almost dizzy grin overtook him. Her words were sad, but the ending delighted him, and so he reached out and nuzzled her fondly, blue eyes staying trained on her beautiful face for a long, drawn-out moment. “I'm glad I found you,” Was all he could muster, before he glanced away, embarrassed.
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Post by Capella on Apr 21, 2009 15:37:04 GMT -5
Capella the Loving Offering the male at her side a sly smile, she lifted a paw to gently step on his paw. For a moment, she ignored his question, as though she was uncertain of what to say. Finally, she twisted her head to the side and licked his cheek and then pushing her nose gentle against the fur just under his ears. “Yes. You are cute. In fact, you’re down right adorable.” Rising, she stretched, tail curling gracefully over her spine and then crossed the den site to one of the farther dens. She couldn’t get enough of the place—wanting to see every patch of grass, every flower and every tree. And soon, very soon, there would be pups within the pack and their soft yips and barks would echo around the den site, reminding everyone constantly that they were there and needed a keen eye to watch over them. Her entire body tingled with delight, her soft feathery tail swaying slowly back and forth. She turned, finally and loped back to Dax’s side and reclaimed her seat.
The silence went on, the female content with remaining quietly and speechless, listening to the distant chirping of birds and the wind rustling through the tree branches. The weather was cool, the thin, icy fingers of winter still clinging desperately to the surrounding area. But not for long. Warmth would soon be spreading, thawing the vast reaches of Transylvania and life would settle into a more normal pace. Creatures would leave their winter homes, the land awakening at last. Capella smiled, unable to hide the joy she was feeling for both the very fact she now had a pack and that winter was finally leaving the area. Inhaling deeply, she held the breath, shutting her eyes against the light of day. She finally felt peaceful, a feeling she had been missing for quit sometime. Sighing softly, exhaling the pent up breath, she finally turned her soft gaze to Dax. “You know… She began slowly, turning her gaze away from Dax and to the sky. “We should probably start introducing ourselves to other pack members. We can split up and meet back here in the evening or something. She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders, jaws parting in a weary yawn. True, she wanted to meet other pack members, but her stomach twisted and turned, stirring up fearful feelings. What if they didn’t take too her? They could absolutely despise her, though she couldn’t understand why, but it was a possibility.
She shivered involuntarily, laying her ears back in slight irritation. She knew her fears were unfounded, but could not fully get rid of them. “We could tell each other of the others we have met. It might be fun.” She paused, sighing again and shaking her head slightly. She regretted feeling the way she did. Mist and her mate had welcomed them into the pack and she was acting foolish. “But I am a little bit nervous.”
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 21, 2009 21:57:28 GMT -5
OOC: bad, bad muse! >.<
Daxton's tail had begun thumping loudly against the ground, and he smiled as her paw was set gently on top of his, blue eyes seemingly fixated on the- to him- monumental marvel. Raising his head, he found himself shocked into a near stone state, Capella's touch sending shivers of electricity through the entirety of his body. There: her tongue against his cheek; her muzzle burrowing for a moment below his ears. He gave a sigh, a fully content one- though of course he felt himself flush at her words, though, admittedly, he was more than gleeful to hear them, and he had full intentions to let her know. With a rather boyishly shy tone, he tucked his muzzle behind the drappa's own cream-colored ear for a moment, voice quiet. “I think you're pretty, too.” The words were spoken much like a secret, and he quickly withdrew his maw, brandishing a small smile as he glanced with a nervous sort of gaze down at his too-big paws. Beside him, he didn't so much see Capella rise and begin to pad away as much as he suddenly felt the absence of her presence and her warmth, and he quickly snapped his head up to her crossing over to the densite. She always seemed so pensive; Dax could only speculate as to the intricacy of her mind. And, for once, the mann didn't feel the need to race after her. While he still had flamboyant doubts, he was steadily becoming more and more certain that she felt something for him, and the thought thrilled the dragga beyond words.
It was just a brief lapse of time before Capella was back at his side, and Dax seized the opportunity (rather extemporaneously, one could say) to nuzzle her gently, pressing his side against hers, if not because he was searching for a way to express his feelings than simply for the added warmth. It was spring time, and because of this, the male had been trying to ignore the chill, and focus on the rays that were trying their hardest to prove that the season had indeed changed and a warm front was on its way. Dax angled his head so that he could better see the drappa, first smiling at her words and then, hearing the rest of her sentence, a frown overtook his features, though he nodded. “I suppose you're right, although I can't say I'm much looking forward to the process. It's too bad that we can't just show up and immediately be friends with everyone, you know?” He crinkled his snout, feeling thick with anxiety. “And I know what you mean- I'm feeling a bit anxious as well. But-” he said with fake cheerfulness, a wistful look on his face,” “There's no time like the present. If you'd like to part ways now, feel free...I think I might stay here for a while...maybe explore a bit more before heading out on my own. Besides, it'll be evening soon anyway, and hopefully the pack members will come back to the dens.”
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Post by Capella on Apr 24, 2009 10:30:35 GMT -5
ooc: Talk about a hororible post. -fails miserably- x.x Capella the Loving Capella returned Dax’s grin with a gentle smile of her own, intense golden eyes gleaming with a mix of both honest affection and a hint of mischievousness. She reveled at his touch, thick plume thumping gently against the ground as she unconsciously leaned into his touch. She wanted to whine when he pulled away, having enjoyed the contact—after all, she was wolf and she naturally thrived on companionship. His words struck her, though she did not let her surprise show, merely turned her head away slightly, ears pulling back and a thin smile working its way across her cream colored muzzle. “You’re just saying that. I’m sure if another female came along and flashed you a pretty pair of doe eyes, you’d be saying the same thing to her.” She risked a glance before nudging him playfully.
She rose smoothly, lean legs carrying her gracefully forwards several steps where she paused, turning her head to look back at the male. He was right after all—it would be time for the pack to return to the dens, at least she hoped, and going out and searching for them could be a silly waste of time. As her gaze lingered on his face, she felt a heaviness of heart at the idea of leaving him to go out and wander. She had grown to enjoy his company and found that being apart left her feeling rather –empty. True, the feelings that were growing where one of a crush and she hoped desperately, they would grow to something more and that the apparent feelings he held for her would also grow. She felt foolish and not yet comfortable with admitting the true level of her feelings---she was strong, but there was a terrible fear of rejection as well as the fear that the truth might just ruin the friendship they shared. “You’re right. She said suddenly, turning her gaze away from him back to the dens. “They will be returning, at least I hope they do, and then we can meet them.” She paused, finally shifting her rich golden eyes back to him, her gaze curious. “Unless, of course, you’re tired of my company.”
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 24, 2009 23:54:44 GMT -5
Dax gave a snort, his muzzle crinkling and his brow furrowing. “I am not!” he cried, indignant and oblivious to the obviously mischievous tone in the femme's words. “I like you very much! And that,” He added with a huff to her hypothetical scenario, “Is preposterous. When herla fly.” Having righted Capella's rather inappropriate idea of his non-existent womanizing, the hoary dragga smiled and thumped his tail, pressing his flank against hers once again.
He rose on limber legs and stretched, arching his back and curling his banner over his haunches, thick claws pressing into the dirt. His cyan gaze, always taking on that gentle gleam when it was in her direction, was the same now, a soft smile curling his lips as he thought to himself how truly lucky he must be to have found Capella in the first place. He wasn't the most religious of wolves, but all logic pointed to the fact that there must have been someone directing him that day in the meadow, someone that had allowed him to speak past his typical shyness and make a friend out of the beautiful drappa. In a way, he was becoming far too possessive- not so much out of jealousy, than out of a want to protect her, to make sure she knew that he would be whatever she needed him to be. And yet he was torn between actually letting her know of these blooming feelings, and holding back- for now, all he could do was to say something, and analyze her reaction. She was incredibly clandestine at revealing any withheld attraction, and the result was an intense feeling of anxiety- because, as he was slowly coming to realize, Daxton was quite enamored with the fae: all he needed to do was devise a way to make her aware of this fact.
At her suggestion, the mann gave her an impish scowl, crossing the length between them to swat playfully at her tail with a large paw. “That's just silly. I've spent the entire day chasing after you. And besides, even if I was tiring of you-which I'm not! - I'm stuck with you, remember? We're sharing a den.” This was said with a wink, and he brushed his tapered maw below her ears and across her cheek. “Which I couldn't be happier about- there's no one else I would rather share a den with than you.” His words were obviously genuine, and he gave Capella a shy smile, settling his rump on the ground and flicking his ginger tail around his forepaws.
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Post by Capella on Apr 25, 2009 23:01:08 GMT -5
ooc: AW! Dax is so cute. Seriously. And Capella is like "O: Ew, boy cooties." She's like the little girl thats mean to some boy she likes and punches him all the time or something. XD Capella the Loving Capella shot Dax a curious glance, a thin, almost devilish smile disrupting her cream colored muzzle, warm, golden eyes narrowing ever so slightly. For a moment, she merely studied him but then her voice, soft and musical broke the silence. “You, Mr. Dax Ehzno, are quit the character. You hardly know me and yet you can’t seem to keep from touching me.” She glanced away, turning her head so that she both put distance between herself and turned her muzzle upwards towards the tree tops. For a brief moment, it appeared that she was serious, that perhaps her feelings towards the male weren’t anything but good natured.
However, the coy display did not last long, her serious expression broke, eyes brightening and laughter bubbling from her chest—a sound that seemed well suited for her. Finally she turned her soft gaze back to Dax, nudging his shoulder gently with her snout. For a moment, she locked gazes with the male, her rich golden eyes borrowing into his own bright blue ones. “Dax..” She said suddenly, ears pulling back slightly. “I hope you know that I care about you. I know I may come off a little bit… well, not as affectionate as some other female’s may be—but I’ve been through things that they haven’t and I pride myself in control and order. “ She paused, nose wrinkling slightly in an attempt to grasp the exact words she wished to speak. “What I mean is that, no matter how I may act, I care. And you will know for sure if I ever feel differently, trust me.
Heaving a sigh, she offered a sheepish smile, feeling foolish and embarrassed. At his mention of the den, the smile took on a new look, no longer unsure, but a good natured grin. It would be a big difference from sleeping alone and cold in some hole in the ground to having someone at your side to keep you company. Allowing her tale to thump gently against the ground, she touched her nose to his for a brief moment, withdrawing to flash him another grin. “For shame. As I said before, you hardly know me. What if I had fleas? Or I was a monstrous cannibal? “
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 27, 2009 13:53:33 GMT -5
The mann held her gaze quietly, features nearly void of any emotion except a faint trace of curiosity. Admittedly, it wasn't the most difficult of tasks to receive his attention, it was another thing altogether to retain it- something that Capella seemed to be doing with ease. Still, it almost seemed that for every one step forward there were two steps backward, and then one more forward, just to keep him on his toes. He couldn't get too comfortable with himself around her; something too foolish may just have bowled the whole thing over. Not that Daxton didn't enjoy the chase; he, like most males, found the end result of an endeavor to be far more worthwhile if there was a decent amount of struggle to obtain it. But this femme, who had so easily kept him rapt the past fortnight, had quickly turned the “decent struggle” into something for more difficult- though just as exciting. At her embarrassing words, he pulled his ears back along his skull, tail twitching as he feverishly sought an explanation. “I suppose that, uh, I'm- well...I'm, ah, how do you say it? More physical with my emotions?” His face fell as he realized that that last statement could easily be incorrectly interpreted; at the same time, Capella looked gravely serious and he swallowed thickly, stammering out an apology. “N-n-not that; I d-d-didn't mean it like that; I, um, I j-just meant that I'm not very good with words, as you c-can tell...” With a sigh he conceded defeat to his attempt and making himself sound like anything but the typical run-of-the-mill dragga, and remained where he was.
And then something wonderful happened: she laughed. There didn't seem to be any traces of scorn in its fullness, and a nervous grin bumbled its way across his short muzzle, tail wagging again as she nudged him. He brought his cyan gaze up to find that hers was already there, and his grin faded to a calm smile, ears prickling forward again as he hung off of her words. They came as a relief, as the clarification he had been pining for, and without a word he simply leaned forward, bringing his muzzle to the side of hers for a long moment, lids falling shut as he smiled happily before trying to let her know that he understood as best he could with what words he could form through his glee. “I know I'm the opposite; I often come off too strong- and I don't want you to think anything bad of me. And I'm glad someone in this den can show some restraint; I show enough idiocy for the both of us. And we can be friends as long as you want. For forever.” that last phrase, of course, was a subtle hint- yes, they could be friends, and he wouldn't mind it, but their being friends could advance to another level any time she wished as well.
And then, keeping to her characteristic irrepressibleness, Capella was grinning again, leaving Dax to do the same. He shrugged off the cannibal suggestion easy enough, but fleas? His gaze nervous and voice timid, he pressed his large paw against her shoulder, as if holding her a good length away. “You, ah, don't have fleas, do you?” He kept like this for a lengthy moment before laughing, withdrawing his paw and instead scooting until he was pressed against her side. “Well, if you do have fleas, then I suppose it's inevitable anyway. I might as well sit as close I want.”
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Post by Capella on Apr 27, 2009 20:05:51 GMT -5
Capella the Loving When Dax began to speak, his words coming out, in her opinion, a jumbled mess, Capella attempted to control the smile that threatened to break her stern expression. As cruel as it sounded, Capella enjoyed making Dax turn to mush. It gave her a sense of control over the whole situation. And the current state that her heart was in—she needed that control. Every time he smiled, she felt her heart beat quicken and it was as though butterflies where trapped in her stomach and where desperately trying to get free. She found herself leaning into him, as he brought his muzzle against her’s, relishing the contact between them. It was comforting—to feel the fog of loneliness lift away and deliver her back to her life. His words startled her and she found herself smiling, creamy tail thumping gently against the ground. Friends forever? Would he be truly be alright with that? She couldn’t help but doubt him, though she decided she would merely wait and see and if her heart urged her to remain merely friends then would hope Dax would respect that. However, the more she thought of it, the more she realized just how silly she was being. Of course he would.
Capella found her gaze falling down to his paw as he rested it against her shoulder, brow wrinkling forwards in a slight scowl. She replied quickly to his question, slightly exasperated. “Mr. Dax Ehzno. How dare you! I don’t have fleas! I was merely using it as an example.” Her face, however, did not show the indignation that her voice portrayed. Instead, as he scooted towards her, she leaned into him before turning suddenly and nipping at his ear and then springing away, snatching up a stick and flinging it from her with a happy yip. If anyone calls you an idiot, then they’ll have to deal with me.” To prove her point, she slapped her front paws against the ground and curled her tail over her back, lips pulling away in a threatening snarl. For a moment, she held this pose and then relaxed and pranced forwards to gather up the stick, tail swaying happily behind her. As she stepped closer to Dax, she dropped the stick at his feet and quickly touched her nose to his and then sprang away again, trying to draw him into a game of tag.
As she came to a stop near a bush, a bird took flight, startled by the wolf’s sudden appearance near its home. Capella reacted quickly, leaping into the air after it, jaws snapping shut on one of its wings. She landed heavily, the bird flapping angrily in her jaws and squawking loudly. Dropping the bird to the ground, Capella stepped away as the bird righted itself and stared angrily towards the she-wolf. Capella had controlled herself and had only applied enough pressure to capture the creature, not harm it. True, as it had struggled there had been an increase in the chance that it could have been injured, but as it fluttered its wings, it appeared that it wasn’t the case. Lowering her head slightly, she barked at the bird, startling the poor thing and it once again took fly and vanished within the tree branches. Capella lowered her rump to the ground and stared after the bird, ears pulling back slightly. She rose, however, suddenly and moved back towards the bush, nosing around within the shrub. Finally, she pulled back, the beginnings of what appeared to be a nest in her jaws. There was nothing in it, but it was interesting enough to her. She dropped it to the ground, her golden eyes thoughtful. “Now it’ll make a nest elsewhere. If it were to nest in that bush, raccoons or some other animal would get the eggs or the young…or even the bird and its mate.”
Her gaze flickered back up to Dax, a smile spreading across her face. She would not outwardly admit, but she did have strange feelings when it came to young in general. She had no intention of hurting that bird, but instead, wanted to chase it away, hoping it would nest elsewhere and give its chicks a chance—she even found herself unable at times, to bring down a fawn. Now, however, she seemed fine –in fact, she was ready to resume the game that she had started. Springing forwards, she nipped at Dax’s jaw and then fled away to opposite side of the den site, tail waving like a soft, feathery banner in the wind.
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Post by Dax Ehzno on Apr 28, 2009 13:15:59 GMT -5
OOC: Daxton likes the birdies Bahaha, he needs to grow up. Hopefully it won't make Capella too mad.Daxton laughed brightly, grin looped across his features as he watched Capella's apparent glowering indignation, although this was cut off by a surprised yelp as her teeth nipped at his tender ear. He snapped his ears back against his head, raising one paw to rub the spot, though he watched her sportive behavior with twinkling blue eyes. As she made was supposed to be a threatening posture, the male simply laughed “I'm sure they'll be shaking in their boots,” He teased. “Though there was a moment there when you lost all of that wonderful Capella charm- the Balkar would have fled.” The silver drappa cavorted about, her jaws dipping to snatch up the deadened stick, and the sight made Dax jump to his feet, ginger tail swinging along behind him and it was only as he was bounding behind her that the mann realized that the stick was still where he should have been sitting. Nearly dissolving into laughter, he leaned forward to nip the fae's side before pivoting to go back for the prized branch, his slender muzzle swooping down to tear it from the earth before nimbly spinning away, lanky limbs carrying him in a swaggering prance before he stopped, a fierce snarl belting from his jaws as he whipped his head side to side, giving the stick a furious shake before tossing it up like a baton. He rose up on his hind legs, deftly seizing the branch before it fell and then pirouetted away towards Capella. He strutted towards her, head high and eyes closed with a gleeful smile before setting it at her paws, a look on his face that clearly spoke of just how dead the stick was, now that Dax was through with it. He lowered his gaze to stick in an almost loving manner before glancing back up and using a single paw to push it closer to Capella.
But she had already spun away, and, with a jolt and a shocked cry, had managed to entrap a bird. Fearful for it's life, the poor thing was was fluttering as best it could and screeching crossly. There was a moment where Daxton was horribly angry at Capella for the possible injury she was causing the mother bird, but he hesitantly relaxed as she dropped it, giving it time to come to its senses, though it didn't move- it took a strong bark from the drappa to send it into flight. And then, with a strangled whimper from the male, she had pulled out the makings of a nest. It was then the dragga's voice, tainted with obvious hurt, fell quietly from his jaws, his cerulean eyes glinting with obvious sadness. “If a bird's home is destroyed, it won't always make another nest. They have to fight for territory, you know. Her mate probably worked hard to secure them a spot. And you..you ruined it.” He shook his head sadly, a faint smile tracing his lips. “Oh well. I'm sure we'll see tons more of them.” Capella seemed fine as she bounded towards him, and he gave a crooked smile and followed after her, reluctantly moving into a lope as he followed her back to the dens.
He padded in slowly behind her, brushing against her side as he did so and with something of an apology. “I didn't mean to seem angry, Capella. I'm sorry.”
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Post by Capella on May 1, 2009 21:59:08 GMT -5
Ooc: Oh my gosh. It was so crappy and I’m so sorry. D8 Capella the Loving The moment Dax spoke, Capella whipped her head around, golden eyes narrowing and taking on a rather icy gleam. For a moment, it looked as if she might very well be close to snapping at him, the fur along her shoulders and spine standing on end being the first clue to her current mood. She stepped towards Dax, her voice soft, however, it was now lacking the gentleness that it had once held. “They will find another spot. Best not to have young then to have them ripped away from you—and knowing the way life is, her chicks would have been devoured by the first rodent that passed by. And perhaps her along with her fledglings. A nest can be rebuilt, but nothing will ever fix the loss of her young.” She swung away from Dax, pausing briefly too once again examine the shrub where the nest had been.. “The next thing that grabs her will not be as kind as I have been. She strolled away across the den site, lowering herself to the ground, though, she had positioned herself so that she was facing Dax, her golden eyes empty and emotionless.
Capella remained silent after Dax’s apology, merely narrowing her eyes and then turning her head away. Finally, she heaved a weary sigh, turning her eyes back to Dax. They seemed darker and she seemed as though she where being worn down by life in general. “And I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to get snappy. It was a cruel way to handle that. But she is better off putting in a little more effort into making a new nest somewhere else then attempting to raise a family in a shrub.”
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Post by Dax Ehzno on May 2, 2009 20:01:20 GMT -5
For the first time since their serendipity meeting, Daxton was wholly uncertain of what to say. He was, in all truth, biting back an anger that was currently manifesting itself as a electric fizz, yet as Capella bristled angrily, obviously waging her own battle to keep her emotions in check, the dragga's own cerulean eyes darkened, this strangely placed dimness forcing their usual gleam to succumb to a surge of sympathy. He physically recoiled from her ferocity-laden tone, orbs widening and blinking in rapid succession, her verbal cuffing charring his emotions. With a single note of a penitent whine, Dax had lowered his slender frame to the ground, pinning his ears against his skull and adverting his gaze. Ginger banner curling between his bisque hocks, the mann allowed her to finish in silence, flinching instinctively as she sharply pivoted away. Feeling the consequential sting of his thoughtless words, he kept his gaze away for a good minute or two, not bothering to fill the silence until, with a murmuring heartbeat, he dared a glance and, finding her usually lively honey-hued eyes to be detached and vacant, the dragga knew that he said a terrible, terrible thing. Psychosomatically speaking, the mann swallowed a retch as he realized that, for all of the things he had sincerely spoken earlier, this might very well negate everything.
He did not rush her; partially out of the thought that she might find cause to attack him and partially because he knew that space might be the only remedy to soothe over his brash remarks. Still, he voiced his apology- only to have her blatantly look away. Feeling a swell of anguish rise in his breast, Daxton, knowing he was chancing worsening her wrath, timidly lay down a ways from the drappa, careful to mind where he placed his tail. They lay in the quiet, Dax's heart pounding in his ears, until Capella casted a deep sigh and glanced back toward him. He immediately returned the gaze, cerulean eyes deeply rueful, and as he parted his jaws to speak his voice was uneven, near to cracking. “I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize what I had said until I had said it...I wasn't trying to...I didn't...didn't want...” He let the sentence trail, snapping his eyes shut and gritting his teeth, nares flaring as he took rough breaths. As the joints in his jowls clenched and unclenched with the force of his bruxing, he finally gave his own sigh, gazing sadly up at Capella. “We're still best friends, right?”
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