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Post by Akki on Aug 13, 2005 1:10:18 GMT -5
Akki let her more pleasant side release from her spirit. She let the name 'Toorima' easily sink into her mind, replacing ebon one for a name. Then she asked for her name.
Akki. My name is Akki, and it is translated to Evil spirit. She looked away, not really wanting to see the alphess' reaction to her translation. She started to walk over to her new alphena, but let a slow pace take her. She let her paws tread at a very slow rate, not really wanting another fight for no reason. She had forgotten the whole reason for the fight, she couldn't remember hardly anything.
But, that was the way she was. She never remembered things that weren't important. Hell, she had almost forgotten about the murder she'd done a short while ago.
(crap i know. But im lazy and addicted to like three different things right now)
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Post by Toorima on Aug 13, 2005 1:44:44 GMT -5
The ebony vixen nodded, matching the calling of Akki to the white body of the femme before her. So, her name meant Evil Spirit in that language too, that was interesting. Most wolves who did have a name like that had no idea what it meant, but those who did either wore it as a burden or embraced it. A shame yes, but Toorima knew most of the tongue of that language thanks to her mother, who yabbered that crap almost constantly. It annoyed her when she was a young pup but as she learned it for herself, she began to appreciate it much more. But, it'd been a long while since she'd even spoken a full sentence in that tongue. Wonder if she even could anymore...
Shrugging, seeing Akki begin to move, she watched her slowly, waiting to she if she could want to continue this encounter or not. Either way was fine, for it didn't much matter to her anymore. Her wounds, though not serious at all, were ceasing their oozing and the drying blood was clotting up and matting her black fur. It wasn't really that visible, but her ebony fur hid it well. Flickering her ears about, she waited quietly, occasionally shifting her weight about.
sorry for the utter crap ._.
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Post by Akki on Aug 17, 2005 21:52:57 GMT -5
Akki looked at the alphess. She looked her up then down, trying to decide what kind of wolf she really was. She happened to be one to judge wolves ahead of time. It was real work to get her to change her mind once she liked or disliked someone. She decided to maybe give this one a chance. Who knows, they could end up best friends. Her fur ruffled a bit in the cold winds, making it look almost like snow. Her body relaxed as she tried another different attempt.
Her legs lifted up and down as she trotted over to her. She wasn't really a joyfull one, but she liked trotting better than running...faster. She stood next to her, looking in an odd sly way as if she was about to do something horrid. Shall we go? This is quite boring. She started to turn away, not letting her eyes leave the wolf's form. It was an odd invitation to go and just..do something fun.
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Post by Toorima on Aug 19, 2005 0:53:39 GMT -5
Shall we go? This is quite boring. Yup, it was getting rather boring. Nodding and moving her frame forward once more, her wounds not really that much of a concern to her. "Yeah, I agree, nothing left to do here." she said calmly, bobbing her cranium into a simple nod. Borders weren't her favorite place, no, not in the very least. The ebony vixen say the surveying look the white wolfess was giving her, like she was inspecting a prime piece of meat or something, the stare of the wolf constantly on her own black bodice, never once leaving them, an almost untrusting stare. Ignoring it, she flickered her tail and began to move her pedates a little faster, moving them into a two-beat gait, a kind of slow trot like movement, her mitts plodding along across the chilly terrain, a light bit of frost coating the ground foliage in most areas, of course, with the occasional area of snow cover, but most of it was merely frost. While she barely trotted along slowly, she partly wondered what this femme was up to now. She was certainly an interesting one, to say the very least.
no good at leaving post + the sinuses of d00m
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