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Post by Flamewolf on Jul 24, 2006 21:54:58 GMT -5
Quartz padded on in silence, not feeling the breeze that swept through nor the feeling of the grass under her feet. Her head low, tail low, she looked the way she had when she comitted suicide; a few scratches here and there, and her fur was slightly damp. She sighed, her ears drooping. Oh well, that was the past. Time to get over it.
(Gr, I was confused by this, but I wanted to get her roleplayed. Anyone's allowed to join in.)
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[C]olor
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My Army of Wolves: Pipel Bunav, Hanya Jowl
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Post by [C]olor on Aug 9, 2006 12:14:44 GMT -5
Hana's tongue lolled out of her muzzle as she panted heavily. The damp air was only making the valley warmer. Sweat began to cover her fur and she slowed to a walk. The day was nice, everything seemed happy about it. The cliff to the side of it was a bit gloomy. Hana's ears flickered back and forth as she spotted a ghastly figure gently padding around. Han ya could not hear it or even smell it. She barked a warning to it. Her heart rose in fear as she watched the figure. It's paws could not crunch the grass beneath it. It's fur would not rustle in the wind. Though that could be explained by it's dampness. It did not accrue to Han ya that it was a ghost she spotted. Her tail rose aggressively as she sped up and bounded to ward it. Her curiosity was peaking as she halted nearby. Her shoulders held high and ears on prime. Her tail didn't move from it's erect position. She could almost see through this creature. Her eyes gathered words that said 'What are you?'
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Post by Flamewolf on Aug 10, 2006 19:32:26 GMT -5
Quartz turned wearily around as she heard a growl, gazing with great, sad eyes at the other wolf. She turned 'round, sitting down on her haunches as she gazed at the fae. Her form was slumped, her tail laying on the ground, almost forgotten as she stared into the other's eyes. She wasn't in a submission position or anything; she was just highly depressed as the memories of her past flashed through her mind. She sighed. "Hello," she said, her voice dull, though it had once been gratifying to hear.
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[C]olor
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My Army of Wolves: Pipel Bunav, Hanya Jowl
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Post by [C]olor on Aug 12, 2006 10:36:43 GMT -5
The figure held an extremely sad poise. Hanya looked strangely at the ghost. It dawned on her the truth. This figure was something of a memory. Almost forgotten in it's life's absence. A specter some called them. Hanya's impression changed slowly. Her tail still held it's upright position, though her eyes and facade were in more of a confused stance. Hi... An unbelieving whisper. The wolf sat on it's misty haunches. Hanya watched in almost awe at the ghost. Questions littered her mind about it. uh... She scented the air and no smell was given accept the hot feel of rain. She stretched her neck muscles forward and looked at the creature. Are you ok...? She asked stupidly, the specter was depressed. It didn't take a genius to see that.
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Post by Flamewolf on Aug 12, 2006 10:40:21 GMT -5
The ghost watched her. "Well, no," she said, slightly confused. "My name is - was - Quartz," she sighed, her head tilted to the side slightly, her misty form wavering slightly. She wished she could change it to the way she had looked before her suicide; but she couldn't. Not yet. Her ears drooped.
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Post by Flamewolf on Sept 6, 2006 18:55:12 GMT -5
(ooc: Color, bump)
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