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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/cheyennetablemid2.png] She remained pulled back, surprised at how quickly she had gotten to her feet and blasted towards him, her face only being a few inches from his. She hadn’t even had time to register that thought, it had just happened, so natural and so easy, though the trance was broken solely because she thought he must’ve felt very awkward at that very moment, even if she herself was content with such a distance. That wasn’t the point though, it all made sense in her head, but doubted in would in the one of anyone else’s. She shook her head briefly, a small jerk of her head that cold mistaken as anything else, like a bug or something of the sort. Skoldpadda wouldn’t think anything of it, or at least probably not; he was turning out to be quite unpredictable in Cheyenne’s eyes. But in a good way, mind you. Though with this unpredictability swarming around him like a horde of locust, she became slightly wary and curious, wondering what the hell was going through his own mind. She had so many emotions going through her own, so many thoughts and questions, and there he was, seeming cool, calm and collected. If he was hiding all his thoughts and emotions – something Cheyenne found impossible to do – he was quite good at it. She had been watching him quite intently, registering everything she could pick out of his facial features and expression in his eyes, meaning that she caught that smile of his and the amused look flash across his eyes. That meant he must have been thinking of something, right? Surely his mind wasn’t blank; it must be as hectic as her own! This was driving her insane, she wished so hard that she could just zap up some magical voodoo and read his mind, know every single little thing that passed through her brain. Sadly though, that was impossible, and she lacked such power, so she was stuck waiting to figure it out on her own, or for him to tell her. However, he had already given away such a large part of what she was wishing to hear, and like she had easily showed him, it had meant so much to her to hear Skoldpadda utter those words. From watching him, she was also able to see his gaze move to the sky, and instinctively she mimicked him, jaw slacking in awe at the sun, which was high above them. They had wasted – wasted being the wrong word, more like enjoyed – practically the inter morning chatting away, bathing in stories and emotions and laughter and smiles. It was nearly half over, and Cheyenne was sure that the moment they dove back into conversation, the next time they checked it would be nearing evening, the sun daring to disappear along the horizon. She let loose a small laugh at that, gaze falling back before his and landing on his face, taking in the flawless copper fur, thick, masculine muzzle and strong set of eyes. She’d hate to be caught looking at him in such a way, so the moment she realized that he had registered her words, her gaze slipped away, landing on her paws, trying her best to look casual, even if the bombing of emotions that had just taken control of her face a few moments before was quite embarrassing. “Of course I meant that, Cheyenne,” His voice was soft, closer to matching her own hushed tone now and causing a smile to break out on her face, bright and true. Again, it was so comforting to hear simple things like that, so simple and sweet, and for a few moments it helped take all the uncontrollable emotions away, leaving her with a soft, dainty, calm and collected exterior. It felt nice to be in that state, especially since her emotions had been playing up so frequently while around Skoldpadda. The smile remained as she gave a small nod of her head, able to breathe again and exaggerated it by exhaling loudly. "Thank you," She repeated, echoing her past words lightly, and the air around her instantly loosened up and before calm, sweet and collected again. Though she knew he still had more to say, that was more then enough for her, or at least for now. What else could she have said? No others words could have gotten close to how she was feeling. Those two little syllables gave away all the happiness in the word, and were swathed in honesty and gratitude that melted into her voice so perfectly it almost seemed like perfection. She really had nothing else to say, but her thoughts continued to linger, thinking of him and how much she was enjoying this. She hadn’t expected their encounter to turn out this way, especially since she had stalked him down the side of a mountain. She was pretty damn happy she had done that too; she couldn’t imagine what her day would’ve been like if she hadn’t met Skoldpadda, and she probably would have just wasted it away up there, watching the scenery change along with the time of day. This was a much better way to enjoy it though, and it was beyond anything she had hoped for. While lost in her thoughts, his voice rang out and came to her strong, sweeping away all thoughts and making her eyes snap to him. She registered them, slowly and surely, a cheeky smile crossing her face alongside a dainty little laugh. That was true, very much so, and she knew for a fact most of the male species didn’t cope with emotions very well, if at all. She knew her Father hadn’t at least, and she had always been told countless stories from her mother about him. They were such an interesting thing – males – and she wondered often what really went around inside their head. To her great surprise, her thoughts were broken again, shattered and thrown out the window and Skolpadda advanced on her. At first, she was unsure what his intentions were, but when his muzzle was mere millimeters away from contact with her fur, she understood completely. His scent enveloped her, but she tried her best to stay still except for a smile that was unable to be help back until he brought her his snout into her fur, tingling to the touch. Just like before, she twisted her head to envelop the gesture future and the sensation this caused was almost unbearable, but in the best most calming way. She inhaled deeply, tail whacking against the ground in a happy rhythm and despite how that might embarrass her later, she didn’t try to stop it. Her eyes met his briefly when his muzzle ran up the side of her face, and they were filled with such unconditional tenderness, that she was the one to look first. He let a small trail of fire as his snout roamed up her neck, against her face before stopping between her ears. She was surprised when he kept it there, but made no move to have him move away. His scent was strong now, in her face and totally calming, and the warmth that radiated off of him could have protected her from the harshest winter storm. She smiled at his next set of words, keeping it in play even when he decided it was time to break the contact. She was however, pleasantly happy with his staying by her side, and she twisted her head to better face him. "Likewise," Was the simple start to her reply, words smooth and honest. "And it seems like I’ve known you for a longer time then the half of day I actually have; but I think that’s a good thing." She added lightly, smile spreading into a wider, more relaxed grin. Tail finally ceased with its beat and curled around her paws, flickering out of habit as she watched him lightly his scent still surrounded her and forcing all senses to calm, like she didn’t have a fear or doubt in the world. ooc: d'aw bhaha, sorry if this post if .. ehh, i had a long day, and this should have been posted hours earlier <3 word count: 1,349

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] His muzzle stretched into a soft, content grin as she thanked him, even though she really didn't need too. He was more than happy to say those words without being thanked. As he shifted his body toward hers, he noted the smile which had broke out across her own dainty little muzzle, and he couldn't help but feel his happiness burst within him, she was catching onto what his actions meant, and she was happy. That made him unbearably happy. He made her happy. There was nothing else that Skoldpadda could have asked for. As he moved his face against her fur, his ears picked up the the dull thwacking sound which resonated from the ground. He was curious about the noise for a moment, but he quickly placed the sound. It was Cheyenne's tail, thumping against the ground in a happy rhythm. He couldn't control the smile which covered his face, and his own shaggy, copper hued tail weaved from side to side lightly, joining Cheyenne's happiness. He couldn't have been happier at that very moment, stuck there by Cheyenne's side. Her scent was wearing his nerves down, making him feel almost translucent, like he wasn't really there, maybe in essence, but his mind was elsewhere, in the clouds, if you will. Skoldpadda couldn't place a time where he had felt so calm and happy, so perfectly right. He had never found a mate before. Sure, he'd come across pretty females who had been intriguing, kind, and sensitive, but he'd never been as infatuated with one as he was with Cheyenne now. He could hardly believe it, they'd barely met for a day! But there was just something about her, something he couldn't shake. Even when he closed his eyes, her face was planted in the darkness of his vision. It was almost comical how much of an impact she had had on him in such a short amount of time, if someone else had told him a story like this, he surely wouldn't have believed it, wouldn't have believed that you could be so infatuated in such a short time. But, as if to rub the fact in his face, there was Cheyenne, doing that exact thing to him. He shook his head, unable to comprehend how his emotions worked. Fickle things. As he settled himself onto the ground beside Cheyenne, his bright, golden coloured eyes rested on her profile, and he watched as she repositioned herself to keep him in better view. His tail semi circled his body, twitching against the fallen debris as he observed her silently, waiting her reply. His ears flicked when her words were spoken, and his soft smile remained plastered to his face. He nodded to her words, completely understanding what she meant. He could hardly believe they had only met that morning, it seemed like they were old friends, reacquainting after a brief travel, or something of the sort. He definitely couldn't believe that they hadn't met before. "I completely agree, it feels like I've known you my whole life," He answered her softly, still musing over the situation. His gaze traveled over her pretty features again, absorbing her warm, chocolatey eyes as they almost seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. She was a beautiful wolf, and he was completely envious of Dante. What a lucky wolf he had been for having this dame choose him as her mate. He regarded her features for a moment longer, seeming to accept that she was actually happy with the proximity of their bodies. This made his tail twitch slightly more rapidly against the ground, but he managed to keep it in check. He smiled at her softly, his copper ringed eyes clouding with a wave of uncertainty and an almost childish nervousness. He opened his mouth, almost daring to speak the words which sprang into his head, but he hesitated, wondering if he should actually allow them to be heard by the female. This sort of thing wasn't easy for him, and he hoped that he wasn't coming across as an idiot, or worse, he hoped Cheyenne didn't think he was being too bold. That was his worst fear, what if he drove her off with the words he was about to say? He swallowed hard, an audible click sounding from his throat as he fought with himself to muster up the words. "And, if you'd like," He started, words clear, but misted with a faint uncertainty. "I'd like to keep you a part of my life," His gaze searched her face anxiously after these words, not entirely sure how she would perceive them. As long as she didn't bolt then and there, he would be perfectly happy. He didn't want to seem like he was coming off really strong, but he really didn't want Cheyenne to leave him behind like so many others had done in his travels. His gaze was still searching her face anxiously, forepaws scuffing at the ground before him in an absent minded habit. There were a lot of different ways Cheyenne could perceive his words, and he'd be fine with any single one of those, as long as she didn't freak out and leave him there. He would be completely devastated if that happened. He emitted another soft sigh, letting his gaze drop to the ground as his anxiety grew. He didn't want Cheyenne to see the uncertainty, the anxiousness in his eyes, that might scare her more. He was really not good with these sorts of things. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, or say, if he was supposed to do or say anything else. He would have loved to move closer to Cheyenne, and keep her fur melded against his, but he was, of course, uncertain to if she'd want the same thing. He had absolutely no intentions of putting her on the spot like that. Skoldpadda hated putting people in predicaments they didn't want to be in. ooc: hehe it's okay, your post was lovely, as always : D & i apologize for the delayyy, i've been running around all day haha. && i apologize for the crappy post, i'm just exhausted and my muse is wavering haha.

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/cheyennetablemid2.png] Cheyenne was enveloped in all the happiness of the world, a radiant aura seems to pump out from her, surrounding her in something so surreal, so magical, it just couldn’t be true. This feeling and these emotions soothed her, caressed her peacefully and made every fiber of her being feel relaxed, calm, at ease, without an ounce or fear, hesitance or disbelief. It was an extraordinary feeling; it made her thoughts blur and senses weaken, but in the most reassuring way. And why? She had one answer to that, an answer her brain kept insisting and that she silently prayed was true. Skolpadda. His name repeated in her head, and it reminded her of the way his muzzle felt pressed against her neck, or that his scent was now undying in her nose – or even the feeling of when his eyes locked onto hers with such warmth, their emotions hidden too deep for Cheyenne to pull out and unfold. It was rather unexplainable, like no words could describe such a thing. Actually, words couldn’t; nope, not one bit. You know in story books, where they’d always describe those perfect little lives, with perfect little endings and perfect little wishes that in the end came true? Oddly, that’s something that Cheyenne felt at that moment, and it was almost frightening, but in a comforting, lovely kind of way. How could she feel all this at once though? Comfort, happiness, calmness, relaxation, at ease; even if they were not clashing emotions or feelings, was it possible to feel all this a once? Surely you’d explode under the weight of it all! It was so strange, and Cheyenne thought for a moment or two that she was dreaming, that this was a little story, where every little thing was perfect and dainty, beautiful and alluring. However, deep down she knew it wasn’t. This was reality, and she had simply been blessed for being given such an opportunity. She couldn’t help this pass her by, she couldn’t let this marvelous afternoon go by and not a thing come of it. She knew something should, she knew something was supposed to happen. She really couldn’t care though, and soon her thoughts melted away, gone and done with as her eyes made their way back to him. A beautifully delicate smile was in the midst of covering her facial features in a blanket of warmth and affection, that wild, frenzied feeling in the pit of her stomach fluttered to grow into something more, something larger. The fuzzy sensation was still there – but of course – but it had grown into something else, something that wasn’t confusing or irritating, she knew exactly what it was. She cared for Skoldpadda, and she still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that they had only known each other for half a day or so. They sure hit it out of the ball park, didn’t they? Things like this didn’t normally happen, and at that moment she was very, very grateful. It wasn’t long until he spoke – his voice now so normal and familiar to her features seem to soften at the sound of it – and her thoughts slowly flared up again, the fire in the back of her mind smoldered, but hot and determined to stay alive. She couldn’t fight it forever, and she let it reel up and come alive, the thoughts making her more assured, more confident in the situation. "Good," She told him, a million-watt smile overtaking her face for a second. "I’m glad to hear you do." Genuine honesty lingered there momentarily, hanging in the air before dropping back into the short period of silence that came often enough. They both needed their time to think and react to the words or gesture they shared, and the silence was just the place to do that. It might not have been long – perhaps only a handful of seconds at most – but it was enough time for both of them. Thank god too, because Cheyenne knew she’d be nervously if it took Skoldpadda longer to answer then that. Things like ‘Did I say something wrong?’ and ‘He must think I’m an idiot’ would have commonly lingered in her head if that was the case. Thank god it wasn’t. His body was still so close, the warmth radiating off of him as hot as calming as the sun, and she didn’t dare budge an inch, and she hoped he wouldn’t either. Their fur would occasionally brush, the tips lingered against the other just for the thrill of it, and though it was faint, Cheyenne could notice it. She took in the small electric shiver that passed up and down her spine, or the feeling grow in her stomach when their eyes met. Damn, the girl was getting a little messed up, wouldn’t you say? However, she enjoyed this all too much. Sure, she might only know some things about him, but first impressions were everything, and his was exceptionally good. She doubted many things could change to respect and closeness she felt toward him. However, after a few more seconds, she willingly let her facial features morph, transforming into something so clear, so soft, so surprised and so tender. His words had shocked her, but in a relieving way, and slowly the smile returned, brighter and kinder then ever. He’d like to keep her – Cheyenne – a part of his life? Her thoughts screamed, happiness bubbled from her soul and oozed out of every fiber of her being. She was practically radiating her emotions, and to her the entire air around her seemed to glow with it. She was clearly overjoyed, and she had seemed to miss the slight uncertainty in his voice. That was probably for the better though; on a normal basis, she wouldn’t take to that well. Words like such were not meant to be tainted with wariness, and though she would have known he meant it so very much, it would have pulled a string in her. "If I’d like?" She repeated gently, echoing his words delicately. Smile stayed in play, and she didn’t leave more then a second or two to pass before she continued, certain and honest. "I wouldn’t like that…” She started again, very smooth and quiet, but not giving it time to register negatively before she once again, picked up her words and continued. ”You have really no idea how much I’d love that." Just what she had wanted to say! It had come out so easily it made her pause afterwards, ears flickering out of habit before she loosely latched her gaze onto his. She wanted to see every little bit of his reaction, wanted to see what he’d say or what movements he’d make. Her tail brushed across the ground, stirring up small clouds of dirt that only lived to be blown away by the soft, mellow breeze moments later. Her insides were sense, thoughts racing. What if she had thought wrong? What if he did thing she was an idiot, or just plain crazy? No, no, no, that couldn’t be right! Cheyenne had suffered lost before, and with her already grown attachment to Skoldpadda, she couldn’t bare to scare him off. She’d probably just spiral into a state of no return. We didn’t want that, now do we? Another part of her though, somewhere that lingered in her heart, said that she had made the right decision by saying that. That part of her just knew that Cheyenne had just grasped that opportunity by the neck, and would hold tight until her dying breath. ooc: honey, your post was lovely (: I do hope you think the same of mine, muse was pretty high, though it didn't come out in length. Quality versus Quantity? haha word count: 1,265

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] The heat radiating from their two close bodies seemed to intertwine, wrap around each other and seal the small gap in between their bodies. Although they were close enough to have their fur briefly touch each other, there was still enough space between them to call it a gap, although it hardly felt existent to Skoldpadda. Her scent, her heat and her gaze seemed to cover all the proximity between them. He was so happy, so elated that he had taken this journey into the mountains today. It had been a slightly nerve wrecking experience at first, when he had clambered out onto the narrow stone ledge with his great, brawny form, but that was all forgotten now. Cheyenne was the only thing his thoughts could concentrate on. Her face, her smell, their closeness. He couldn't believe it, how had he managed to receive such fondness from such a pretty, special dame that he'd only met that same day? He shook his head with slight disbelief. The world worked in strange ways. Although, he was rather grateful for the strange ways it was working in today. His shaggy copper tail swished along the ground absentmindedly, collecting dirt and other fallen debris in his long, mop like fur. He honestly didn't know what Cheyenne could have seen in him, he was a large, brick house built wolf, with a rather unusual pelt colour which he was sometimes fond of, and sometimes not, his golden eyes with their copper ring hardly stood out against his coat, they sort of melded in, giving them the illusion of warmth. He was nothing special, basically your average looking wolf, with a few odd quirks, and a rather large structure. She, on the other hand, everything about her was unique and complex. Her fur, the mixture of colours and tones, her lovely, warm brown eyes which spoke a million more words than she had to say, her small feminine frame. He could not wrap his head around it. But, he was happy all the same. He stuck out in her mind, and he couldn't describe the feelings that brought to him. He smiled back at her as her words lingered in his ears. Her face lit up with an extraordinary bright smile, and Skoldpadda couldn't help but feel his doing the same. She was beautiful, and he could hardly resist feeling his heart thump when she smiled like that. He though, for the first time that they met, that she was truly and completely happy now, the expression on her face was so pure that Skoldpadda could hardly deny the thought. His head tilted to one side slightly, his gaze never breaking from hers. He hoped that even after she saw every side of him, that she would still feel this closeness. Although, that thought made him skeptical. Skoldpadda wasn't a mean wolf, but he was an odd bird, that was for sure. He was having a good day today, and that only happened once every so often. Skoldpadda was usually off in his head, not able to pay attention to the present time and setting, and if he was, he could sometimes be ignorant, or seem distant to the person he was with. He hated it, but he couldn't control it. His gaze searched her face softly, almost with some reluctance. He didn't want Cheyenne to see that side of him, he didn't want to scare her away. And that wasn't even the worst of it, he could be a huge, scary mess when he wanted to be. He could turn into the biggest, baddest wolf around when provoked, and that sure as hell would scare this pretty little dame away, and that was not something he wanted. He shook his head, clearing these worries away. He didn't need to dwell on those facts right now, he was having a good day, and hopefully every day he spent with Cheyenne would be one of those. His attention perked up again as he watched the female's face change, mouth opening to speak again. Her voice was soft this time around, delicate, it almost sounded breakable to Skold, something fragile that you could break if you said the wrong thing. He was surprised by her words, and he was almost about to feel the negativity of her words, which only seemed that much crueler with that smile feigned across her face, until she spoke up again, continuing before the real sting of those words could set in. His throat had tensed, and as soon as the last word was uttered from her mouth, Skoldpadda felt them relax, a relieved sigh escaping his throat involuntarily. She was quick, he'd give her that. She almost had him. His face relaxed again, a smile spreading itself across his muzzle, even his eyes softened as they rested on her face. He was elated, he hardly knew what words to say. He didn't know what words to say. She had managed to render him speechless - again. He opened his mouth, stumbling over a few syllables before he closed it again, emitting a small chuckle at himself. "Oh, Chey," He muttered, shaking his head with a small sigh. "You had me scared there for a second." His smile brightened, another chuckle flowing past his jaws. He had no idea how to describe the onslaught of emotions that he was receiving, he had no idea how to shun these ones away, no idea how to cope. These weren't emotions that he was used to dealing with. His gaze searched her face again, trying to decipher which was she had taken his words. Although he found no conclusive answer, he was still happy, because she was still there. That was enough for him. If it were possible, his smile seemed to widen another fraction, a playful, almost childish flash scoring across his eyes. Once again, his actions were not pre-considered, and his body seemed to take on a mind of it's own. Neck extended toward Cheyenne again, and his damp nose brushed against the side of her face, quickly accompanied by his tongue which slithered through his teeth and gaze her one quick, sloppy lick. He could have roared with laughter after that rather foolish stunt was preformed, but he managed to keep his laughter somewhat under control, although it was still very wild. He didn't know what had just come over him, his inner pup had just escaped him, and he had reacted to the happiness flowing through him in the only way he knew possible. He knew it was ridiculous, and he probably looked completely absurd at that very second, but he couldn't help it. Hey, if Cheyenne wanted to stick around, she'd have to get used to his very bizarre quirks. He managed to get himself back in check somewhat, although his features were still adorned with a rather goofy, childish expression. He had no idea what he was doing anymore. He was acting purely out of childish instincts. He truly was a child when it came to dealing with these sort of emotions, he had never been exposed to them before, and he was truly happy. He laughed at himself again, gaze falling from Cheyenne to the ground, and back again rather sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," He laughed, voice wild with almost every emotion under the sun. "I'm just glad that you don't want to go anywhere." He smiled at her fondly, fixing his gaze upon her features. He had managed to get his voice back in check with the last sentence, and for that he was grateful. He really didn't want anymore abrupt childish actions spewing from him. He was a grown wolf, for pete's sake! He should be able to manage himself, you'd think. He shook his head slightly, amused at how his little outburst must have looked from Cheyenne's point of view. He was a huge wolf, obviously built to be a fighter, and here he was, freaking out like a little pup. Go figure. ooc: hahaha your post was lovely! And it most definitely possessed quality ;] & wow, sorry for Skold's, extremely bizarre behaviour? I don't know what the hell he's going through haha. He just doesn't really know how to react to things hahaha.

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/cheyennetablemid2.png] She could finally accept it now; she hadn’t really ever felt this way before. She had never felt such warmth or such kindness surround her, or have such a fuzzy, delighted feeling swell up in the pit of her stomach when the tips of another’s fur briskly swept against hers. She had never felt as though for those few minutes, every thing in the world was perfect and that she was safe, and always would be. It surprised her too, perhaps even shocked her; had Dante really not been the one, after all? Maybe this was a sign, and omen or something to show her that Dante hadn’t been all that great, and there was other fish in the sea, others who would do much better at her side. She tried to think back, think of everything Dante had ever done to hurt her, but she found herself resenting even the possibility of falling out and away into her mind, and forgetting about Skoldpadda. No, she didn’t want that. Instead, she’d focus on her new male companion, eyes snapping back with such force, she seemed taken a back. Guess she really didn’t want to wander away right now, huh? But indeed, focusing on Skoldpadda was always something she could do to pass the time, no matter what the situation. Her chocolate gaze swept lightly over his stature, taking a second or two to observe his frame and build that little bit better, since she hadn’t taken much time to do it before. He was very large compared to her, born and raised to be some type of warrior or guard, perhaps? Cheyenne thought he’d do a marvelous job; any wolf would surely feel as safe around him as she did, right? She did feel protected, like nothing in the world could harm her … but she quickly pulled her gaze away, letting them move on, slowly inching up to his face. She let her gave wash over the thick, smooth waves of copper fur, watching as it bunched or became thicker in some areas, adding on size with its simple fluff or matted areas. She continued, noting his strong looking limbs, before landing on his face. She paused, lingered her gaze there far much longer then the others, not daring – or not wanting – to have to pull it away. His copper ringed eyes were so bright, seeming like they were the purest shade of yellow on the planet, while a thick, rounded muzzle sprouted from the center. Tall ears remained rather erect on either side of his head and again they were the same color as the rest; a flawless copper, mixed to perfection. She was getting sidetracked now, and she found it hard to pull her gaze away to look at the sun, high above the, daring to start to set when the time was right. They had really spent a lot of time together, hadn’t they? From the time when she stalked him down the mountain to now, where they were side by side, confessing that they’d like the other to remain a part of their lives. Who would have though, right? A small smile fluttered up on her muzzle, seeing as how it had faltered and disappeared while she thought, and this one wasn’t grand or bold, large of in your face; it was simple, sweet, and darling, filled with all the warmth and happiness that the others had, if not more. She loved this; it was as simple as that. She couldn’t imagine being anywhere else in the world, doing anything else but being here and doing this with Skoldpadda. Was that strange? They had just met after all, but to feel such an intense closeness to him, could it really mean anything? After Cheyenne’s incident, she had never really looked or thought of ‘love’ and ‘attraction and this was simply because the hurt had been too much for her to bear. However, now after realizing that Dante maybe hadn’t been all that great, she was starting to let brain wander on the thought, the wheels turning and grinding in hopes of a satisfactory answer. She blinked slowly, but was somewhat able to put on a mask of calmness and warmth while her brain did the work, not really wanting Skoldpadda to know everything; not when she didn’t even know it herself! A sound reached her ears – the sigh of Skold – and his made her smile widen and grow, a small, tinkling laugh bubbling from inside her chest. She watched patiently as he stumbled over a word or two before being able to talk, and she instinctively brought her muzzle closer to his, eyes sparkling lightly as their muzzles dared to touch. "Who would be so stupid to say no?" She questioned with another small laugh, holding his gaze before slowly pulling back, tail thumping against the ground a single time, stirring up more dirt in its wake. She sat there; watching him so lightly that it was like her gaze would shatter and fall into the ground in a thousand tiny little pieces. She didn’t want to see clingy, or whatever she could be described as, so she would prepared to let her gaze snap away at the slightly movement from him. She didn’t want to be considered ‘odd’ or ‘weird’ and she defiantly didn’t want him to go back on his offer. That, oh my, would be terrible, and would be accompanied by a harsh jab to the girl’s ego. Another laugh – this one louder, more full – ruptured from inside of her as she watched the small scene unfold. She hadn’t been paying too much attention, but she had noticed Skoldpadda start to extend his neck, and when his nose brushed lightly against her face, she was sure that that was the end of it. But no, she was due for a little surprise. She almost jerked when she felt his tongue wash against her face, though this gesture – that could have been taken negatively from Skoldpadda – was followed by the purest laugh she had uttered the entire day, relieving him of all false hope. Though that was a surprisingly and unexpected move, and others might consider it odd, Cheyenne found it hysterical, and in the best, most perfect way. It look her a while for the giggles to die down, a hiccup even squeezing it’s way in, before she could breath properly and probably speak. Her smile was just as wild as his, laid-back and rather goofy looking, and she finally mustered up herself to talk. "No, that was amazing," She chuckled, trying to hold back that dopey look. "I didn’t know you had that in you." She legs twitched, brain pausing as she debated to have a little fun of her own. Yes, no, yes, no; the two possibilities lingered back and forth angrily, trying to out do the other. She wasn’t a bore, was she? If so, she defiantly didn’t want Skoldpadda to know or think she was, so the winning answer was yes, and she quickly thought up a plan. Now, it wasn’t sly or coy or some mastermind thing, it was simple, but would hopefully spice up this afternoon and end up in the two of them having a little fun. Fun was good, right? Muscles bunched, tail twitching as she watched him, clear determination in her eyes, tongue coming from inside her mouth to lick quickly around her chops. When she was certain that she was ready, she let herself spring, legs unfolding to send the babe lightly crashing into her friend’s side. Her intentions? Simple; to send him toppling over and to the ground, while she’d be standing over him, preparing to play further. However, she’d much more prefer it if he fell into the shallow part of the river, which could be done if she caught him enough off guard. She wasn’t as strong as he was, and there was a possibility that she’d fail, but he probably wasn’t expecting it, and would she’d probably be rewarded with an odd look or two. If she did fail, and he remained rather upright and sitting, she’d just smile, pulling herself farther to bestow her own, sloppy kiss to his face. Either way, it might lead to a little fun in games, which were as good as gold in Cheyenne book. Somehow, her pup too was coming out, unleashing itself from years of being hidden and tucked away. It was a good feeling, to just let loose and not have to worry about what others think, and she silently thanked Skoldpadda for starting this up. This was going to be fun, she knew it already, she could feel it in her bones; they were in for some excitement, maybe a little rough-housing, maybe a game in the water. Whatever came of it, Cheyenne was ready, and was determined to beat Skold, just to show him that size didn’t matter, and even such a little darling like herself knew how to rough around. ooc: he's so funny x] i looove this, haha word count: 1,504

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] The wild, goofy grin was still plastered across his muzzle, nose twitching furiously as he fought to control the pup-like behaviour which was erupting from him without his consent. His teeth were bared in a wide, toothy grin, copper ringed eyes masked in a dopey, infatuated expression. He couldn't even picture himself letting Cheyenne go now, he would be devastated. He had never come across another wolf like her in his life, he had never experienced feelings so purely, so strongly. They were like a tsunami that kept smacking him in the face. It was impossible to ignore, like he usually did with his emotions, usually making him seem distant to other wolves around him. With Cheyenne, it was something completely different. It was like he couldn't shove them away, or he didn't want to shove them away. Maybe he really wanted to feel everything that Cheyenne could make him feel. He supposed that was true, she had done nothing but make him happy. He smiled at her, still somewhat wildly, but he had managed to control the expression somewhat. Ears flicked at her soft, welcoming voice, golden eyes bright with happiness. Who would be stupid enough to say no? He barked a laugh, short but full of happiness. He shook his head dopily at Cheyenne, amusement clear upon his features. "I guess everyone except the one that matters," There was no negative tone to those words, Skoldpadda was utterly ecstatic, and as he watched her, his eyes softened, regarding her in an almost dopey, childish adoration. Could he believe it? He was smitten, after such a short time. He would have never believed such a thing was possible. He chuckled again, shaking is head at his own thoughts. She was unbelievable, in all the best ways. He felt like he could be completely open to her, be his innermost pup, and she would never judge him. He felt completely relaxed, completely happy in her presence. She almost seemed to have a compelling aura around her, and he momentarily found himself wondering if she was capable of compulsion again, but he decided against it, she was just very manipulative of his emotions, and he was absolutely fine with that. Gaze swept over her feminine frame again after he had delivered his rather abrupt, childish lick, trying to pick up on whatever body language she might be administrating. He was clearly surprised, and ecstatic when her heard her pure, rich laughter ring out through the air. It was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard, and it made his face stretch into the largest smile yet. His shaggy copper tail thumped mindlessly against the ground behind him, mixing the debris around, and collecting it in his fur. He couldn't take his eyes off her, she was just so damn compelling. He was still smiling goofily at her, ears twitching again as she finally controlled her dying giggles, finally managing to spit out some words. He caught onto her own dopey look, and if his smile was capable of widening, it would have. He felt so weird, so happy, it was almost like a high. He listened to her words, and emitted a long, loud laugh. He hadn't even known that he'd had that in him! He was managing to surprise even himself today. "I honestly didn't know that I did, either," He muttered, words coated in laughter. His smile still bright as he watched her. He was glad she didn't think he had been absurdly weird for preforming such an action, and that only seemed to make his dopey mood intensify. He didn't know what was going on anymore, he hardly had control over his actions anymore. He was completely under her will now, completely smitten. This almost made him feel foolish, but he couldn't help it. He noticed Cheyenne's muscles tense and bunch up a second too late, before he had time to even fully register the movement, she was springing from the ground, and Skoldpadda had absolutely no idea what her intentions were. His natural instincts went wild for a second, trying to take over the dopey mood and brace himself, steel himself for the blow she was about to administer, but it was too late, and as her body crashed into his, Skoldpadda felt his front paws lose contact with the ground beneath them. His body twisted, rear legs kicking at the ground beneath him, trying to maintain some sort of hold on the earth, but his front twisted him onto his back, his large copper form rolling down the small incline by the water. He was quite positive that had Cheyenne not caught him off guard in his dopey daze, that he would not have budged an inch, but, as it were, he was still surprised at the impact her small, feminine body had had on him. He was able to steady his body just before he reached the water, he had come to land on half on his side, and half on his back, with his front legs twisted toward the stream, his paws hovering just on top of the flowing current, and his rear legs were flailing high above him, his tail thwacking at the ground furiously, trying to keep his balance before he toppled over into the water. Being such a large wolf meant he wasn't always the most coordinated, and he felt like if he shifted an inch, he'd topple over into the water. Cheyenne had managed to throw him this far? He was quite impressed, and he felt himself start to bubble in laughter again, and that slight movement sent his awkward position crashing to the side, causing him to roll into the beginning of the stream. All legs were submerged in the water, and his left side was soaked, only his head had managed to land upon the sandy bank. His body began to shake as a wild roar of laughter took over him, tail swishing through the shallow water in amusement. She was good. His body felt heavy now that the water had soaked through half his fur, and he could feel the sand collecting in the fur on the side of his face. He was slightly winded too, from the combination of Cheyenne's blow and the sudden laughter which had stolen most of his reserved air. He laid in the shallow water, sides heaving slightly as the male fought to regain some air. Cheyenne was just full of surprises, wasn't she? He chuckled to himself again, still incapable of believing that she had managed to throw him this far. The little dame was something else, and Skoldpadda couldn't stop feeling more and more drawn to her as the minutes went by. "You got me there, Chey," He muttered, his tone somewhat sheepish but still covered in laughter. ooc: hahah! I loved that post! Skold is constantly amazed by Chey, he's intruiged by her sporadic behaviour haha. & sorry this post isn't the best, I've just gotta rush because I have sooo many posts due o.o

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/cheyennetablemid2.png] She liked the way that playful grin looked on his face, the way it seemed to light up his features and make him look so young and foolish. Just the thought of Skoldpadda with a wide, toothy grin almost made her want to laugh, but it was real, and it only caused her to give him the same look in return, the wild emotion crossing against her pretty face with undeniable warmth and affection. And don’t you dare forgot that teasing hint it held; oh no, that could defiantly not be forgotten. A laugh loomed from her throat for no apparent reason, probably just because of the scene unfolding. Things had once again, taken a drastic and unexpected turn for the better, and the day just kept getting more memorable and more appealing. It was amazing, and Cheyenne really just couldn’t picture it any other way. What if this day had gone by completely different? If it wasn’t for Cheyenne following Skoldpadda at the beginning, what would her day have been like? She probably would have stayed on the mountain and come across some other loner if she was lucky. The very thought of it sent a chill up her spine; that would have been terrible. Completely horrendous compared to the spectacular time she was having with her friend right now. She wondered if he thought that too; obviously, she hoped he wouldn’t rather be somewhere else or goofing off with another. If so, he wouldn’t be so open and down right pup-like, would he? She hoped not, and even as she assured herself that he wanted to be there, with her, the worry swept over her mind and caused her to be a bit at ease. She had to be confident though; he looked like he was enjoying himself, and seeing as how Skoldpadda couldn’t be read like a book – like Cheyenne – that’s all she could ask for. The worries were swept away in a heap of laughter again, the smile growing as she swept her body closer to him, head tilted to the side. His words registered then, and her smile softened, reaching her eyes with an almost affectionate look to them. "Flattering me again, are we?" She teased, though she too held no negative points in her words. They remained soft and smooth, whimsical almost and met his gaze momentarily as the truth set into her stomach. She really was enjoying his presence, and she was so drawn to him, it was like she was – She couldn’t even say it! It shocked her, but in the most amazing way. She wanted to, really, but it was just so sudden and sharp, that it took her by surprise. Dante? Dante was no more; he was but a distant memory, vividly and abruptly replaced by the adoring face of Skoldpadda. Because of this, Cheyenne couldn’t be happier, she liked the way that her thoughts always seemed to wander back to her newly found companion, how his name rolled off her tongue. It just felt so natural, so perfect. The real question was, however, how he felt about her. Of course, she wasn’t about to go right out and ask that, not in the midst of their tomfoolery! She would much rather enjoy playing around a bit more, then as their fun died down, relax and then maybe go from there? Only time would tell, she supposed. "Well you did," She mused with another light, soft laugh, carrying itself through the air and swarming the area around them. It was then that she watched as her plan set into action. She had bolted herself into him pretty hard, but not enough to do any serious damage, and she delicately danced back to see the outcome. She had gotten him off guard, just like she had hoped, and she watched as he tumbled down the incline and into the water. "And so do I." She added to herself, bounding after him to make sure that she hadn’t done any unintentional harm. It only took her a few moments to come behind him, and her eyes swept over his face quickly, then the rest of his copper fur and body. His tail was swishing through the water, which seemed to calm her quickly. After continuing on her little observations, Cheyenne assumed he was fine. And why, you ask? Mainly because he was roaring with laughter, and no matter how worried she got at times, she knew that that was a good sign. Anyone in their right mind should no that; anyone with a brain, as a matter of fact. A delighted grin cracked against her dainty muzzle once again and she pranced out into the water beside him, registering the outcome of her plan with satisfaction. She had gotten him pretty far, which even surprised her, but also made some pride swell up in her chest. She wasn’t some delicate little thing – she had beaten her brothers in that contest, after all – and maybe this would help prove her point that little bit. She brought her head closer to him, and without thinking gently brush her muzzle with his, tail moving through the air in happy strokes. She didn’t even have time to register what she was doing, but for that second or two, she bathed in the warmth on contact once again, inhaling his smell before she pulled away, ending the playful gesture. "Then my plan worked after all," She told him with a smile, this time not seeming as fazed by their contact, even if it was done instinctively. "There’s nothing wrong with a little play, right?" Her paws were soaked down too, and she was slightly crouched down beside him, eyes bright and watching his face as he continued to laugh. Since he was still lying on the ground, she didn’t realize that he could counterattack her at anytime; he was still caught up in his laughter, anyways, and she was rather swallowed up by the success of her blow. She didn’t know what Skoldpadda was thinking, and she sure as hell didn’t know what he would do once controlling his continuous laughter. And frankly, she wasn’t ready for it. With a somewhat unobservant nature, she let her gaze linger away back at the sky, taking in that the sun was still high, before dropping it back down to Skoldpadda with that same smile in place. Amazing, simple amazing. This was one hell of a day, wouldn’t you say? ooc: your's was amazing :3 they're so cute xD word count: 1,080

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] He listened to her voice, lovely even when tinted with teasing. Flattering her again? Of course. He chuckled to himself lightly, gaze resting upon her pretty face. "Always." He answered easily, a smile still laid out across his muzzle. He just couldn't understand this day, it had all worked out too perfectly. Things never happened like this, it just wasn't normal. It hardly seemed rational to him, he was half expecting to be woken up from the best dream he'd ever had, but, it didn't seem to happen. This must be real life, not his dream. He shook his head, still somewhat disbelieving. Did he even deserve her? He thought she was much too good for him, but perhaps she would see that later, when she was exposed to more of him. He shuddered mentally, distraught from the idea. What would she think of him when she saw his distant, ignorant self? When she saw his angry, frightening side? He was a large wolf, and when he was mad, it was scary. There was no way to describe him other than a boogeyman. He shuddered again, banishing these worries away. As he laid in the shallow water, body shaking with violent waves of laughter, he could hear Cheyenne shuffling around behind him. He wondered what she was up too, and decided she was probably venturing over to see how much damage she had inflicted. This made his amusement increase. He couldn't imagine her ever inflicting any sort of physical pain on him. Mental pain, maybe, if she decided to disappear; but never physical. He shifted his head against the sandy bank, trying to place her in his view, although he had no success. After a few seconds, he finally saw her, she was indeed inspecting him, making sure he was okay, which he clearly was, because he was being held captive by the violent laughter. Golden eyes fixated on her dainty little muzzle as she leaned over him, hovering her muzzle just above his face. He was momentarily surprised when she lowered her muzzle more, letting it brush against his own gently, sending a small trail of fire to rise in it's path. That was the first affectionate contact she'd initiated, and Skoldpadda could feel his heart rate jump a fraction, his tail swishing more feverishly through the water. He managed to quiet his laughter somewhat, although his sides were still heaving with some light laughter. Ears flicked at her vocals again, and his smile widened. Her plan? He cocked an eyebrow at her in amusement. Was she really scheming out some sort of master plan that she wasn't letting him in on? He hooted in laughter again, gaze running over her features. He supposed that if anyone could get away with devising a great, methodical plan without being suspected, it would be her. She just looked way too innocent to even be thinking of such a thing. He managed to get his new bout of laughter under control as she spoke again, her question playful and pleasant to his ears. "Of course there's nothing wrong with that," He muttered, voice somewhat winded from all his previous laughter. His muzzle was still adorned with a smile, gaze watching her with a mischievous twinkle. "But, remember that's a two way street." He added quickly, offering her a small wink. Before he would have let Cheyenne have the time to process his words, Skoldpadda shifted his body around, rolling onto his back and raising his legs into the air above him. Gaze swept over Cheyenne's feminine figure quickly, devising a plan in a split second. Without warning, Skoldpadda lunged toward her awkwardly, clasping the fur at her neck between his teeth gently, assuring himself that he wasn't applying enough pressure to hurt her, and he brought his forepaws up, swatting at her front legs in hopes that he could make her legs buckle, and send her crashing into him, where he could then twist her around and send her falling into the stream beside him. Then he wouldn't be the only wolf looking ridiculous and soaked. He was glad Cheyenne had glanced up at the sky for a brief second, offering him a window of opportunity. After these fews simple movements, Skoldpadda was basically completely soaked, the only dry patches of fur being on his face, and the majority of his neck, the rest of his shaggy copper fur was slicked against his masculine form. The wet fur clumped and matted together, and hard darkened dramatically, he almost looked like a black wolf from his nape down. His muscles were easily defined now, they almost seemed to shimmer and ripple beneath the wet fur with every movement he made. Although his shaggy pelt gave him a somewhat larger appearance, when it was soaked and slicked against his body, it didn't make him look any smaller, instead it made him appear more fit. Not any larger, but stronger, much stronger. The added weight from his soaking coat seemed to make his movements more sluggish, more drawn out and awkward. Skoldpadda wasn't a wolf who spent a lot of time in the water, so he was a little unsure of how manoeuvre himself while in such a state, so he hoped his quickly devised plan of bringing Cheyenne down would actually work. He chuckled to himself mildly, wondering what direction things would take if he got Cheyenne into the water, and just as soaked as himself. ooc: ew, sorry for the length of this post, it's rather short, i'm just exhausted, and i can't really focus on writing replies x.x

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/cheyennetablemid2.png] She was really starting to like the way he smiled, how it made her feel just as happy as he was; it was just calming. Did that make sense to anyone but herself? This thought just kept coming back to her, like it was unavoidable, and she was momentarily surprised at how much she was thinking about him. His smile just told her that he was happy – content and utterly joyful - with the situation, and made Cheyenne truly and utterly had she had nothing to worry about. She was always, of course, concerned about this, concerned that he’d rather be somewhere else and passing his time with another or doing something different, but it wouldn’t take long for her to be assured that these worries were false. He looked to be happy a good time, and so, she should to. Now, she was mostly able to completely control her thoughts and focus on reality and the things happening around her. She registered his brief words, flashing another dazzling smile, before letting her plan sweep into action. It had turned out perfectly, better then she had expected, and she still remained by his side, unhesitant in her position as her gaze landed back on him. His laughter seemed to continue, filling the air in its endless waves, and almost made the little babe join in with him. The mood in the air had always affected her; whether it was sad, angry, depressed, happy, amusing, it just always seemed to happen, and it let her avoided most awkward situations where she didn’t know what to say or do. So indeed, her plan and turned out perfectly, and by the happy expression on her face, that was easy to tell. After taking another final sweep over his damp body, she had come to the conclusion that he was fine, perfectly unharmed except for his now wet fur that only added onto the happiness that Cheyenne was experiencing.. She’d hate to ever hurt him physically – or mentally for that matter – and the very thought of it made her want to wince and shrivel into a ball of confusion and anguish. She saw him as such a good friend – a very good friend at that – and if she ever hurt him, she’d never be able to forgive herself. After their brief but affectionate brush, she casually kept her gaze directed somewhere else, avoiding the reaction she’d get from him. Maybe it was out of fear that he’d find it odd or out of place; she didn’t want to seem like an idiot, or at least she didn’t want to know that that was what he thought of her. That couldn’t be true though, they were having such a great time … she had to stop worrying so much, she had to just live in the moment. That was something she still needed to learn, and would hopefully happen in the near future. She didn’t want him to find out about her constant worries, she liked keeping them to herself, because she didn’t want anyone else’s opinion, because she knew for a fact, that these worries would never stop coming. No matter how hard she tried, they’d always linger, wanting the be heard and wanting to be acknowledged. It was then that she heard his voice again, and she wasn’t given much time to register them before Skoldpadda’s own plan started to unfold. She was momentarily in shock, her face twisting into a mask of surprise and dainty playfulness as she realized split-seconds before it happened, what he had in store for her. Oh! How stupid she had been to look away for that second or two, and how unobservant or her not realize this sooner! Anyone in their right mind would pounce on the situation to pounce her back, and frankly, she had failed to realize this. Before she could react properly, she felt his teeth clasp around her neck gently, with another force to throw her around if he wanted, but not enough to really hurt her in any way. Cheyenne then felt his giant paws swatting at her limbs, and she felt them starting to give away. She wobbled and tilted, trying to strengthen them up, but it was no use; she hadn’t be expecting it, and she didn’t have a chance. She fell into him, their bodies momentarily pressed together before she was sent flying into the water, a fit of flailing limbs and that face of priceless shock still in place. Now soaked to the bone everywhere and anywhere, she let her head slowly turn to face Skoldpadda, eyes bright as she let a smile erupt from inside of her. It swung through the air, filling it with its melodic chime, until she was able to control herself. "Well that backfired. " She huffed, cracking a smile across her dainty muzzle. This was the most fun she’d had in ages! It was an amazing feeling, one that couldn’t be replaced. She kept her gaze on him, her frame only looking smaller now that her fur was damp and clinging to her body. Eyes sparkled momentarily as she leered herself closer to him, and playfully and just like a little pup, swatted her paw at the water, sending a spray of water in his direction, flying toward his face in hopes of leaving him without a dry tuff of fur on his giant frame. She was hoping to succeed, and if she did, would deliver him with a grand, brilliant smirk that would seem almost out of place on her innocent muzzle. She was hoping to start a game, and with her swimming expertise, maneuvering in the water was as easy as breathing. She would defiantly have the upper hand in their game if she wandered into deeper water. Oh, wouldn’t that just be so much fun?! She didn’t even notice that the sun would soon be setting in a few hours, and she also didn’t notice how she would react to realizing that she had spent the whole day in the presence of Skoldpadda. This would only bring on the question though, of what he thought of that. Surely, he had enjoyed the day thus far, right? It wasn’t time to think of this stuff now though, she wanted to relax, and like earlier thought, live in the moment. She was such a worry-wuss, and it annoyed her so much that if she had the opportunity to change one thing about her, it would be that. ooc: ohmygod .. this is a-d-o-r-a-b-l-e and chels, your posts are always amazing :] word count: 1,086

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] A wide smirk settled across his muzzle as he saw his plan beginning to unfold, and although it was slightly difficult from remaining latched onto Cheyenne's nape with a smirk forming at his lips, it didn't stop the expression from forming. He was quite confident that he was in no way hurting the female with his light and playful hold on her, but no matter how confident he was, he couldn't stop worrying that maybe he was still hurting her. His hold with his mouth lightened and almost fell away as he felt her legs buckle as he swatted at her, another low rumble of laughter brewing up within his chest, just waiting to be let free. This was it, he'd succeeded! His smirk grew into a wide, feverish smile, his hold on her neck completely letting go as he felt her body falling toward his own. He braced himself, knowing he would feel the impact of her body against his own again, sending a new array of water flying up around their bodies. Of course, he was right. He felt Cheyenne's slender, feminine body crash into his own, and she was only there a moment, pressed against his copper hued fur, but it felt completely natural to Skoldpadda, so right with her warmth and aroma encased around him. But then she was gone, rolling off his body just as fast as she'd crashed into him. The laughter which had brewed up in his chest finally escaped, his bright golden eyes following Cheyenne's form as it tumbled into the water. His laughter was wild again, eyes gleaming with amusement. He hoped she was okay, she had to be, he hadn't moved her hard. He finally managed to roll himself over, his entire body soaked, his pelt clinging to his muscular body. He looked quite amusing, with his entire body soaked and his fur slicked against him, and his head nearly completely dry and still bushy. His features were still adorned with a dopey grin, gaze following Cheyenne's movements as he calculated what she was doing. He noted she was alright, all in one piece as she pushed herself upward, straightening herself out like he had just done. His laughter grew at the sight of her, her pretty grey fur also clinging to her slender frame, making her look even smaller. Even soaked, she was beautiful, he mused, a sparkle of admiration entering his eyes. His tail wagged from side to side happily, although it moved sluggishly, all the added weight from the water slowing it down. He never took his eyes off her now, he knew she couldn't be trusted, she might have another stunt up her sleeve. And sure enough, she did. Skoldpadda's laughter never faltered, and he lamely attempted to shield his face by turning to to the side as she flicked her paw into the water, sending a flurry of water droplets flying at his face. At least he managed to keep the water out of his eyes, but the entire side of his face was now soaked. He turned his head back toward her slowly, a playful, taunting expression falling across his face. Yes, her plan may have backfired at first, but she seemed to have methods of getting even. He chuckled slightly, shaking his head at her teasingly. "You're asking for it," He murmured, getting a firm paw latched into the dirt at the bottom of the stream. He waddled toward her a bit, stopping just shy of her before he anchored himself securely on the ground, and he began to shake his head furiously, his whole body soon joining in with the movement. The water which had soaked into his fur was now being sent flying in all directions around his body, and he knew that he would be soaking the pretty little dame even more. Once finished shaking of his pelt, Skoldpadda looked even more ridiculous. His wet, shaggy fur was sticking up every which way around his body, making him look large and crazy. The expression which had crept back onto his face didn't help that look any. His tongue was lolling rather comically from the side of his mouth, ears perked toward the female. His gaze swept the stream quickly, trying to determine how deep the water might actually become. He finally gave up, Skoldpadda had never spent much time in the water, and he figured he wouldn't know how to figure such a thing out unless he actually attempted to swim in it. Without warning, Skoldpadda turned his attention back on Cheyenne and he charged at her, although his movements were slow and slightly awkward and uncoordinated as he tried to run through the water. He was chuckling as he did this, his goal being to run her down into the water and challenge her to a race, which he was most certain she would win. Skoldpadda wasn't a powerful swimmer, his power was best on the land. Water flew up around him as he ambled toward the dame, as he reached her he nudged her shoulder roughly with his head, although he was only doing so in play. "Race ya!" He laughed as he tried to move past her, fighting for a head start. He had no idea where they were going t be racing too, but he imagined it would be fun no matter what. ooc: hehe, they're cuties <3 & I don't know why my posts aren't getting any longer =\

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/cheyennetablemid2.png] Her smile remained wide and pure as it stretched her lips, lighting up her features in an array of emotions, colors and expressions, all of which were perfect and smooth against the curves of her face. Her tail swung lightly through the water, moving in sync with the beat playing inside of her head. This was getting fun, seriously and utterly fun. Who would have thought? From Skoldpadda’s appearance, she would have never guessed that he still held an inner pup within him, let alone dare to let it out! But like they always said; don’t ever judge a book by its cover. I guess they were true, or at least in this case they were. She was still shocked by the outcome of his plan however – she really hadn’t seen it coming – and yet, he managed to do it without hurting her at all! He was a smart one, she’d give him that, and even if her little try and payback was close to hopeless, she knew this would lead to something better, something where she could really get him back at. That would just tickle her pink! His plan had been well plotted, even if it had only taken him a few moments to come with, and was much more … say, complex then her tackle at been. She needed something to beat him at, because with these childhood antics creeping back into her eyes, a little side of competitiveness dragged along behind it. You had to hate it when the ladies got competitive; Skoldpadda was in for a very surprisingly treat. She giggled lightly, ripe and out of the blue – totally random – and it happened to be the more girlish sound she’d uttered all day. Giggling, it wasn’t common to hear the little babe do such a thing, but it made her sound or innocent and young, which probably fit perfectly at the moment though. She felt young, like a little child playing with her friend, without a care or worry in the world. It felt like she was free, like a bird. Ouch, her thoughts were starting to sound cheesy, weren’t they? We couldn’t have that! You know how she is; she’d get lost in that mind of hers sooner or later. His voice came to her, low and not much more then a murmur; but she heard them, even if they were but a jumble of words and brief nonsense in Cheyenne’s ears. She studied him, curiously appearing on her face as she locked their eyes together, an invisible brow raising as her tail slowed its pace, now only flickering out of habit. What was he up to? What had he even said? This was no good; she was going to get side tracked again; but she didn’t care. She was looking at him like something she had found on the side of the road, or a message she was trying to decode. It was quite an odd look – and he’d be sure to notice it – but she was so caught up in this, she was once again, caught off guard wit her unobservant ways. Ah, don’t you just love this little sweetheart? What would anyone do without her? She was like a drug; once you got a taste of her, you’d find it close to impossible to let go and leave her be. She snapped her attention back to him when she heard him chugging through the water in slightly awkward movements, obvious since the added on weight of his now soaked fur. She watched him, taking in his chuckle as he came, holding her ground and letting out a whimsical laugh of her own. Her eyes watched him, a playful sound rumbling from deep in her chest, teasing him to ram into her like she had done at the start of their game. She was disappointed when he didn’t, and instead only graced her with a rough nudge to her shoulder. When contact was made, she quickly gave a playful nip to some of the fur on his head, sure not to deliver more then a light, harmless pinch of surprise; in no way painful of course, because again, she’d beat herself up for giving Skoldpadda any pain of any matter. That was out of question and completely unacceptable. A race, eh? This spiced things up a bit, for sure; Cheyenne was going to have some real fun now! She was nice and let him have his bit of a head start, her rich, chocolate eyes following him as he trampled out into the open water. After counting a few digits calmly in her head, she bolted after him, her sleek frame moving much more precisely and smoothly through the water. Her wet fur clung unwillingly to her slim frame, and she slowly – yet surely – began to close in on her dearest friend, Skoldpadda. She came up beside him after a few moments of bounding through the waves, but the water suddenly deepened and leaf them both to ‘doggie paddle’ the rest of the way. It surprised her, and she even let out a low, gruff grumble of remorse; even if it didn’t matter to her all too much, she had expected to be able to run a longer ways before arriving to a swim. She eyes would move to the brute beside her, not taking too much of a lead and lingering close to his side, only a foot or so ahead of him. Her smile remained on her muzzle, and her legs kicked restlessly at the clear blue water. "You’re not going to let me win, are you?" She teased harmlessly, looking over her shoulder and giving him a wide, luscious smile, laced with happiness and affection. Maybe that would make him kick it up a gear or two; Cheyenne loved a good challenge, and that was surprisingly exactly what she was looking for from Skoldpadda. "Common!" She called again, her voice rising a few octaves as she moved a few inches farther ahead, beckoning him to catch up. She wouldn’t take a large lead – there was no fun in that – and would instead linger close to him, wanting to spend more time close to him then away and ahead in there race. It was then that she realized that she had no clue where they were racing too! Oh, how could they both forget something as important at that? She wouldn’t let herself get down in that little problem though; they’d find somewhere to go to when they got tiered, but for now they both seemed perfectly fine and up for a little fun and games. Perfect; simply perfect. A large, bubbly laugh came from Cheyenne again, and these outbursts seemed to become more frequent as the time passed, second by second, minute by minute. It was rather interesting and unexplainable … but really, that was hardly the point; she was having a good time, and she wouldn’t be shunned for that. ooc: your. posts. are. great! gosh, how many times must i say it, love? <3 word count: 1,162

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] His body felt like it weighed double what it used too now that it was soaked with the cool liquid. His copper fur had darkened a remarkable amount, and it was clinging to his muscular frame like it would all fall away if it was exposed to the breeze. His muzzle parted and a small line of laughter fell past his jaws as he felt Cheyenne's teeth clamp down against the fur on his head, pulling at it gently. He shook his head free of her grasp gently, a wide grin still plastered across his face. With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, Skoldpadda brushed his nose across her cheek, tongue then running over the same path quickly before he ambled on, crashing awkwardly through the feeble current. He kept his head positioned toward Cheyenne, his golden eyes locked on her soaked, slender frame as he waded clumsily through the water. He noted how her deep, swimming chocolate brown eyes followed his brawn as he moved, and he could only let a smirk form on his features. She was letting him have a head start? How dare she! Did she think he wasn't capable of keeping up with her? He chuckled at this thought, and with a start, he collapsed forward into the water, having abruptly lost his footing with an unexpected drop-off in the water. A huge array of water rose up around his body, encasing his already drenched frame and plunging his head beneath it's cold, suffocating surface. He pushed himself up, sputtering and cursing lightly all while laughing at himself for his stupidity for paying more attention to Cheyenne than where he was going. His legs kicked rapidly at the water beneath him, trying to keep his head above the water. Every inch of his body was soaked now, not a dry speck on him, even the inside of his ears were swimming with water from the tiny plunge under he took. He paddled forward, ears directed backward toward where the female was located. It was only a moment before he heard Cheyenne take off too, her slender frame probably manoeuvring much more smoothly than his own through the water. It didn't take her long to catch up to him, and he eyed her in mock anger as she came up along side of him. Damn, she was a much better swimmer than he was, but he had already assumed as much. He was already tiring, the muscles in his legs aching from the constant thrusting against the current. He laughed lightly as she promptly swam past him, his copper ringed eyes following her every move. Her feminine frame was much more agile then his, it appeared, and he was not at all surprised. His large brawn made such agile actions, like swimming, very difficult for him. Ears twitched forward as he heard the female's voice drifting back to him, and he couldn't help but allow another small laugh erupt through his jaws. Was he going to let her win? No way in hell. He wouldn't let her, but she probably would, anyway. "Let you win? Not a chance," He barked after her, his voice light with good nature. He tried to speed up his pace, it worked a tiny bit, but it still wasn't enough to bring him up even with her. He was almost at her flank now, and he figured she could probably push herself further still, while he was pretty much at his end. His ears perked up again as he heard her tormenting call, egging him on. An amused smirk was still lingering on his muzzle, and he would have shook his head if he could have done it without spraying water up into his face. He was struggling to keep up with her now, and she was still ahead of him. How was he supposed to keep up with this agile little babe? "I'm trying," He called after her, some laughter laced in his words. "You're just too damn fast!" He kicked at the water more rapidly now, little flecks of water spraying up at his face and hanging from his whiskers. Where were they racing too? He still had no clue. He was sure the little dame could swim for eons, but he on the other hand, was tiring already. His breathing had already deepened, becoming slightly rugged and uneven, the only physically noticeable sign of his fatigue. She was going to win, there was no way around it. He laughed again, angling his path toward the shallower water, where he could perhaps touch the bottom again. Maybe he should just forfeit? Or would she think he was just doing it to make her happy? He didn't want her to think he was simply handing over the trophy without him really trying, even though she would win fair and square either way. His gaze trailed her head as she bobbed across the water, trying to keep up as she sped along through the stream. "Where to?" He called nonchalantly, trying to hide the laboured breathing which was creeping up on him. notes; ahhh, it's still so short and complete crap. :c

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/cheyennetablemid2.png] She let her slender body glide through the water, her damp fur tight was it wrapped and swarmed around her body. She probably looked quite small without the bulk of her lush, fluffy fur, but anyone could tell that she was small, and no one would probably mind all too much. She was what she was after all, right? Another giggle seemed to erupt from inside of her when Skoldpadda ran his nose along her cheek, his slobbery tongue soon to follow and leaving a trail in its wake. She reached her muzzle out after him in a n attempt to redo her previous actions, but by his sudden burst she wasn’t all too sure if she had moved fast enough to catch him. However, if Skoldpadda had glanced back and she had succeeded, he would defiantly notice the grin stretching across her face as an enthusiastic aura took over. As the two of them raced through the clear depths of the water, she made sure to keep her slight lead, continuing to tempt him into springing into actions, to have him do the unthinkable in trying to get a lead. She eyes widened slightly as she witnessed him plunge beneath the surface at the unexpected drop, and she let a laugh bubble unwillingly from her stomach. She shook her head, kicking her feet harder as she twisted her head toward him. "You alright?" She asked him sweetly, her words laced with teasing affection as she eased her stroke, eyes sweeping over his now soaked frame. Some of her own face was still dry, but wouldn’t be for long. With all the kicking and pushing through the water, it was sure to get wet in a matter of moments. From then on she kept her even pace; her eyes were set in front of her, but were unsuccessful in staying there. Somehow, and for some reason, they always lingered back to the paddling brawn of Skoldpadda. She smiled, letting his laughter echoing through her ears, ears twitching in surprise when she realized a laugh followed. "Then come on! Give me a challenge Skold," she playfully retorted, her pair of slender shoulders rolling back as she moved forward, the water pooling around her and separating in the path she followed. Her movements were fluid and sleek, flawless in their coordination and timing, but she still didn’t take the grand lead she could have. Not to be boastful, of course. Cheyenne had always been an exceptionally good swimmer – she had lived by a stream and lake of her own, as a matter of fact – and that would explain the current situation. Her size and swiftness was one thing, but those weren’t the only traits that helped her in such a time. She was just born good at it; some were, others weren’t. It was the way of life, after all. An example of this was her brothers – oh those big ole brawny brick heads. They hadn’t been very bright, but were large boys – at least the side of Skoldpadda – and compared the Cheyenne, she was always the baby or the child, or the one that needed extra protection. The two siblings had never really been in the water, but Cheyenne knew for a fact that they’d sink right to bottom if they ever dared try it. Swimming was the one thing she had really excelled at. She threw back her head in another wave of laughter as she heard his voice again, and she slowed her pace to lessen the space between the racing duo. "I’ll take that as a compliment." She murmured gently, voice not taunting, but with innocent playfully that was slowly becoming more and more defined by the minute. She body turned and wavered, and she was only a foot or so ahead of him now, easier for talking to and such, figuring that this wouldn’t last much longer. If he had chosen to speed up a little more, she’d gently give a nudge to his shoulder, feet continuing to push and kick through the water, careful to avoid making contact with Skoldpadda now that there was little to no distance between them. She wasn’t tiered yet, but it was only after a long time of doing this that she wasn’t, so she understood completely when she started to hear a gruffer, more rough sound starting to burst from Skoldpadda’s throat. She stayed close to him, eyes growing slightly worried as she realized that it was his breath that was becoming harder. She shouldn’t have been so selfish; she hadn’t taken into consideration her dear companion at all! "Over there, " She said in answer to his question, altering her path to a swallow section of water, a sandy beach soon to follow when exiting the water. She slipped and slid in front of him, kicking with her finally bursts of energy until she reached the shore. Her paws met the sandy bottom, and she cringed when the substance crept between her toes. That was sure a horrid feeling. Her head would swing back, waiting for Skoldpadda to join her out of the water, before slinking forward and shaking her body wildly, sending water droplets in ever direction, but hardly doing much in regards to drying her body. She was too wet. After that was good and done, she would casually collapse onto the ground where the sand became hard, and wouldn’t cling and stick to their dripping bodies. She started to pant, realizing how far they had actually gone, and let her eyes flutter closed for a few moments. She’d wait until she felt Skoldpadda grow comfortable until she’d open her eyes, their depths sudden bright, a small smile etching over her dainty muzzle. "Well that was fun, hm?" She told him, voice low enough so only he could hear, her breath returning to its normal state, and she hoped that his would do the same. ooc: stop it D: i liked it word count: 988

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/skoldpaddatablemid.png] He was not made to be a swimmer, there was no doubt about that, his large bulk was already heavy enough and clumsy enough without the added weight from the water. Although they were beginning to ache in protest, Skoldpadda thrust his legs harder against the current, trying to catch up to the pretty little dame who was inching ahead of him every moment. Sure, she was going to win either way, but he wouldn't let her win by much, and not without giving her somewhat of a challenge. Ears perked up toward the she-wolf as her melodic voice rang out over the persistent splashing of the water, and he offered her a light chuckle. "Of course I'm okay, who do you think you're dealing with?" He answered her gruffly, feigned disbelief in his voice. She would know he was only teasing her, she would have that tone down by now. His tail weaved in the current behind him, acting almost as a steering wheel, directing which was he was moving. His breathing had deepened, coming out in uneven, laboured breaths, but he managed to keep it somewhat under control, this cursed water didn't have the best of him yet, he still had a bit of fight left in him. As the female spoke again, taunting him into action, Skoldpadda wouldn't help but smirk and oblige. She wanted a challenge then, eh? He'd have to give her as much of one as he could, then. He laughed again, trying to avoid a rather unwelcome mouthful of water. With a sudden burst of energy, Skoldpadda kicked at the moving water in rapid bursts, gaining on the female before him a fraction. He had moved up just beside her, but she was still a neck in front of him, and he knew there was no way he'd be able to sneak ahead any further, that had been the last little burst of his stamina. Even though he knew this fact very well, he decided he'd tease the female, trying to look tougher than he actually was. "Better hurry up, Chey, I almost got ya," He chuckled, offering the female a wink. He was close enough to her now that he could just make out her dainty features in his peripheral vision, but he knew she still had some kick in her left, and she would undoubtedly pass him at the end. Cheyenne was continuously managing to surprise him, she was exceptionally quick and agile in the water, like she had been doing it her whole life, and she seemed to have a good deal of stamina. Stamina was something Skoldpadda could master on the land, but he didn't know how conserve his energy properly in the water, this was a element he had never toyed with much. Ears flicked toward the side, catching her next set of vocals as she spoke of his compliment. He chuckled again, shaking his head at her slightly. Of course it was a compliment, he was constantly trying to flatter her wasn't he? His breathing had become more laboured after his sudden spurt, and his body was beginning to drag a bit, once again falling slightly behind the quick little dame. He didn't understand how he had so little stamina in the water. He guessed it was because he'd never really practiced in it before, he'd practiced enough to keep himself from drowning, but that was about it. The thought brought a faint smile to his muzzle, and he struggled to keep up with the female, although his attempts were rather feeble. He heard her announce their ending point with some relief, that wasn't too far off, he would be able to make it there no problem. He felt bad that he had to cut off their race so quickly, because he knew that Cheyenne was enjoying it, but he could hardly go much further, he'd be worn out in no time. His eyes trailed Cheyenne as she ventured off their main course, veering toward the shallower waters. He followed in suit, and before long he could feel himself kicking up the sand at the bottom of the stream. His feet finally made contact with the gross, squishy bottom, and he cringed slightly as the tiny grains moved into the gaps between his toes. By the time he was able to stand up, Cheyenne was already bringing herself out of the water. God, she was fast. Skoldpadda released a small, hardly audible chuckle, dragging his drenched, brawny body out of the water. He was quite the sight, every inch of his body now soaked and clinging to him. He felt oddly exposed like this in Cheyenne's presence, but there was nothing he could do about that, and so he tried to brush the feeling off, shaking his pelt roughly as he reached the sandy beach. Water sprayed every which way around him, and his fur stood up in a wild frenzy around him. His tongue hung from his muzzle, sides heaving as he fought to regulate the oxygen in his lungs. Copper ringed eyes rose to Cheyenne, who was standing not too far off from him, also wet, and with her fur standing on end after she had shook herself dry as well. Skoldpadda let a goofy grin stretch upon his muzzle at the sight of them, his wet tail wagging slightly in amusement. He padded toward the dainty little dame as she spoke, stopping just shy of where she was standing. He nodded at her happily, his breathing now almost in check. "Of course," He agreed lightly, that mischievous little twinkle coming to life again in his golden eyes. "As long as I were with you, anything I did would be fun." He offered her another playful wink, a small chuckle brewing in his chest. He settled his haunches onto the ground again, setting his body under the direct sun in hopes to dry off a little quicker. He extended his neck toward Cheyenne, delivering a playful nip at the tip of her ear. How had things turned out this well? He sure as hell didn't know, but he couldn't be happier. notes; whoooooot, a little longer, but still crap, sorry. x]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/cheyennetablemid2.png] She was actually moving at a decent pace in the water, her lean legs storming through the water and sending waves in ever direction just so she could keep moving, ahead of Skoldpadda and keep persisting for a challenge. An easy win was no fun at all, and she didn’t want to be that kind of winner, so she remained held back, closer to him, but enjoying it more. Her head would turn a top of her neck now and again, checking back on him with that same, bright, feminine smile attached to her face. This was really the most amazing time she’d had in a very long time, and though this thought was distant and didn’t remain bold and up-front in her mind for a long time, it always seemed to reappear. Funny how things like that happened, don’t you think? "Of course, I almost forgot." She retorted back finally with a short laugh of her own, body quivering from the vibration as the two enjoyed their race. She was relaxing in the light heat of the sun, completely at ease and starting to slow her pace down that little bit, almost forgetting that she and Skoldpadda were racing. How wonderful of her, right? Her eyes moved up to the sky, watching as the occasional bird fluttered by or her ears would prick, picking up the sounds of others in the distance. Like always, her unobservant nature sometimes got the best of her. This explains why she seemed so surprised when she felt Skoldpadda speed through the water like a bullet, his sudden action making her face transform into something of shock but pleasant surprise. She let a laugh rumble from her chest again when regaining herself and would attempt to nudge him again, so gently that he probably wouldn’t even move. "Not bad, but I’m not going to let you win." She teased in return, throwing her legs out and attempting to pull ahead again. However, she was growing tiered too, and she hadn’t done this sort of swimming in a long time and her own breath would soon grow more labored. She wouldn’t try and let this show though, because she really wanted to prove to Skoldpadda that she could win at something despite her size, even if he might already assume she could. Her ears fell back, her chin tilting up to keep her head above the water as she rummaged forward, eyes still somehow wandering back to the paddling body of her friend. As she altered from their course and toward the shallow waters where they could end their race and start to dry off, she inhaled deeply and let her muscles loosen. She hadn’t realized she could still swim like that; it had been months since the last time she had ventured and swam like that in the water, mainly since she had spent all her time exploring and searching for a new land. Now that she found it however, she was as free as a bird, and had miraculously stumbled across Skoldpadda. At the thought of this, she started to replay the whole day back in her head. She started at the beginning, when she had first stalked him down the side of the mountain, only to be welcomed with open arms after requesting a drink. Then after enjoying the small talk they had exchanged, starting to get to know each other better. Remembering all the flattery he had bestowed upon, only to have her brush it off and explore the possibility of ‘loosing her head’ with all of it. Then as they ventured deeper, and she poured her heart out to him, with her past and the sadness – and yes – even Dante. By then, she remembered how close she felt to him, how safe she knew she was by his side. And then when he surprisingly gave her that childish lick and they both erupted into a childhood frenzy, which in the end, led to this right here. It was then that Cheyenne realized truly how much fun she was actually having! Skoldpadda made her feel exquisite, amazingly pure, and she couldn’t image leaving him now. She wanted to spend more time with him, and perhaps, find out a little more about him. When her fur was free of all the droplets of water and it was but a damp mess, she positioned herself before Skoldpadda, smile remaining intact permanently now as she let her body ease into the hard sand. It felt good to lie down, and she let her eyes casually watch her friend as he relaxed too. His breathing seemed normal now, which came to a relief to Cheyenne, and she let his masculine voice roam into her ears. "Don’t get me started," She giggled softly, rolling onto her side so she could better face him. So she had guessed wrong, and sand was now clinging to the tips of her fur, but that was just about the last thing on the little dame’s mind. She let out a yip of surprise when the brute nipped at her ear, and playfully she raised her paw and took a swat at him, hoping to make contact with his leg or chest, where he would experience the light impact most. She hadn’t done it very hard, but in a simple manner of protest. If anyone was going to nipping, Cheyenne would be the one to do it, and Skoldpadda would very much be her victim. tag: Skoldpadda muse: Not bad word count: 914 ooc: :]

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