so why don't you s l i d e . [ laya ]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/malikblueversionmid.png] The tall, black wolf stood motionless at the top of the hill, his emerald green eyes scanning the scenery before him thoroughly. His head was held high and proudly, a sign of dignity on his behalf. He had purposely sought out these lands in hopes to find the alpha and find acceptance to the pack. Malik's gut instinct had led him here, had told him this would be the place. He listened to this instinctual feeling, but he would still be rational and level-headed about his decision here. He would have to meet this alpha first, analyze them and their decisions. Then he would come to his own. Malik wasn't a push-over when it came to where he laid his loyalty, he would truly have to believe they deserved it, otherwise his time would be wasted. He had heard rumours from other loners that this pack, Kintla, was ruled by a female alpha, and that had spiked some interest in the male. It wasn't often that you stumbled across a pack that was ruled solely by a female. After seeing no signs of life from his little perch at the top of the hill, Malik decided to venture further down, take a closer inspection. He didn't think he was quite at the border yet, close, maybe almost upon it, but not quite there yet. Trespassing surely wouldn't get him a good first impression. His nose twitched feverishly at the tip of his muzzle, seeking out the scent which marked the invisible border, he was faintly beginning to pick up on the smell of wolves, but he wasn't quite at it yet. He could feel the ground beneath his feet beginning to grow less and less solid as he reached the bottom of the small incline, and his muzzle contorted with a slight distaste for the texture between his toes. He was wandering into marsh lands, he figured, the damp, swampy smell wafting to his nostrils. It wasn't an overly pleasant aroma, but he would deal. Still scanning the area attentively, Malik stepped delicately, trying to avoid the dampest areas of the ground as he moved forward. He could hear the dull squishing of the ground between his paws as he stepped, and he cringed internally, wondering if maybe he should change his direction. Would the alpha often wander through the marshlands of her pack? He didn't know, he thought probably not, but sometimes wolves were just plain weird like that. He decided to veer off his initial route a little bit, aiming toward more solid ground. He didn't need to mess himself up before meeting the alphess. He figured a more presentable wolf would probably receive a more positive hello. When the ground beneath his feet felt more sturdy and dry, Malik decided it was time to let his presence around the lands be known. He tilted his head back, ears pinned against his skull. Parting his muzzle, a long, clear howl was released into the air, breaking through the silence around him. After a moment, he let the sound die off, the silence returning to envelop him. He wondered how far away the alpha might be, how long it would take her to reach him. A yawn cracked at his muzzle with the thought, his emerald eyes catching sight of a rather large looking body of water in the distance. He had heard the Kintla pack lands were mostly surrounded by water, on three of the four sides. He smiled slightly with the recognition, the wolves here were probably good swimmers. He started moving again, venturing closer to the lake. He wasn't intending to walk past the borders, he didn't want to do anything which might upset the alpha of these lands, but he knew he was still slightly outside them, so he decided moving a little closer wouldn't hurt him. The distinguished scent of canine was wafting toward him in stronger waves now, and he finally felt it was the time to stop. Settling his haunches onto the ground, Malik sat in silence waiting for the approach of the Alpha female. notes; shitty shitty shitty and short. sorry. ------------ table by sigath.deviantart.com

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[laya]

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/LabCat22/Characters/Tables/layatablemid.png] The male had been right in his assumption; Laya usually tended to avoid the marshlands in her usual patrol, finding them unpleasant even in the best of weather. The only time she didn’t mind traversing the muddy mess was in the dead of winter, when everything was frozen solid. Of course, she didn’t always avoid the unpleasant smell or the uncomfortable feeling of slime between her toes; it would be far too easy for someone to sneak in that way if she didn’t check occasionally. However, today she had opted not to, and as she lay in a patch of newly awakened grass, basking in the springtime sun, the decision didn’t weigh on her mind one bit. Her golden eyes were closed as she lay there, breathing in the smells of the earth as it slowly roused itself from its frigid slumber. This was the time she loved, when she knew prey was breeding and their bellies would grow fat with new life, when the birds were singing songs of praise for the earth, and the sun was there to warm things up after so long in the cold. This train of thought faded off, however, as the radiant heat of the sun slowly melted her mind into a pleasant state of minimal consciousness. It wasn’t until a howl reached her ears that she stirred, and even then the world was greeted with a sleepy stare. Duty called, but that didn’t mean she was going to hide the fact that she had been woken from a very pleasant almost-nap. Slowly, she raised herself to her feet, taking the time to stretch once she was vertical. Her hips popped slightly, and she yawned, kneading the ground in front of her as she worked out the tightness in her muscles. After that was done, she trotted off in the direction the sound had come from, her tail held high and her ears matching its perkiness, but her expression clearly saying “I want to be asleep.” The stranger wasn’t actually so far away; he had managed to plant himself only a little ways away from the hill she had been sleeping on, which was very likely part of why the sound had roused her. Her pace didn’t slow until she drew close enough for talking, but even then she continued forward until making conversation wouldn’t require much raising of voices; Laya wasn’t stupid enough to get close enough that the male, as she now saw him to be, could attack without giving her a chance to at least minimize the damage, but she certainly didn’t want to be yelling. Taking note of where they were, an approving almost-smile graced her features; she was on the border, and he was just on the other side. Apparently he was smart, or at least respectful, enough not to just come wandering onto the packland. That was interesting. “So, stranger, what brings you here?” Her voice was calm, with a bit of authority perhaps, but the amusement in her tone at uttering those words was clear. She still looked a bit sleepy, and even with her posturing she was still quite small; if he knew she was the alpha simply from looking at her, he was much more intuitive than she really would have expected a wolf to be. Even her tone, which she had tried to make alpha-y, came across more as friendly; she sounded like she was just making conversation, despite trying to sound like she held some authority here. It was an effect of her just waking up from such a peaceful nap, she figured, and if he couldn’t tell then she would very likely tell him straight-out. He looked intelligent, though, and his choice of position for this meeting seemed to reinforce that; if she read the signs correctly, he had started off in the marsh, and she was more than grateful that he hadn’t chosen to stay there. It was possible that he would be able to tell on his own, and that possibility interested her. to;; Malik muse;; rustyyy thoughts;; Ugh, I'm so not used to roleplaying anymore D: Lame! But I wanted to post, and I figured this was a good one to replay to. Sorry about the badness, and since I couldn't remember what the season was when you posted it, I made it Spring (since it wasn't Summer yet, I'm preeeetty sure). words;; 691

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[→ malik]

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[atrb=background,http://i970.photobucket.com/albums/ae183/sigathkerr/Tables/malikblueversionmid.png] His ears were perked and alert, attentive on every little rustling noise around him trying to locate the positions of any oncoming canids. He let his tail lay out in the grass behind him, the tip twitching through the slowly greening blades of grass. The damp, swampy smell was still strong around him, but he ignored it mostly, and hoped that his choice of location wouldn't displease the Alpha. He hadn't known these lands were surrounded in small marshes, after all. His ears twitched about him as minor sounds caught his attention, but his attention remained fixed respectfully forward in anticipation for the alpha's approach. It didn't take long before there were subtle signs of her approach, and Malik could feel his anticipation growing. He stood up, making himself look respectable and as humble as possible. He believed in good first impressions, and didn't want to look like a lazy slob by sitting down at her greeting. He smoothed out his features, a calm and collected mask falling over his face, his shoulders straight and posture respectful as the wolf merged into view. He was, at first, slightly thrown off by her appearance, but he didn't let this show on his features. He had heard that the alpha of Kintla was a female, but he was expecting to see at the very least an average sized female, if not slightly bigger. He was slightly thrown off at this wolf's size, she was very petite, although her thick, full pelt made her look a little more bulked up. His gaze swept over her quickly, assessing her with some uncertainty. What if this wasn't the female? It wasn't unheard of for other members of the pack to come greet a stranger at the borders. Maybe she was of some other important rank. He let a small, pleasant smile plant itself across his muzzle, his emerald eyes soft and friendly upon the female. He noted how she stopped a little shy of him, intentionally keeping some ground between them incase he turned out to be some sort of threat. This was smart on her behalf, she was aware of her size, and she knew how to work with it. This met his approval, she wasn't careless, and because of this fact, and the simple way of how she carried herself, Malik was content with his assumption that she was indeed the Alpha of these lands. His ears flicked forward as she spoke up, and he wasn't entirely surprised that she gave him no real formal greeting, although it was somewhat dissatisfying to him. Malik was an old-fashioned, very proper wolf, raised solely on manners, and he would never greet another without first saying hello, or something of the sort. He didn't let the alpha's lack of formality get to him, however, it was only expected of them. They dealt with different wolves every day, and formality would get old after so long. Maintaining his respectful posture and friendly smile, Malik dipped his head slightly in a sign of acknowledgement and hello before allowing his own words to flow. "Good day, Miss." He started off formally, letting his smile widen a fraction as he spoke. He had caught the light tone of authority which her voice held, and this only proved his assumption of her position here more. "I came here to meet you, and scout out your pack; to maybe find a place to settle in." His smile softened slightly after these words, his emerald eyes scanning her face softly. He did indeed think that this little female was the alpha of these lands, as much as her appearance threw him off. It just seemed right. Intuition, he supposed you could call it, and well, if he was wrong, then he'd just made himself to look like an idiot. She was a pretty little wolf, he had to admit, although she hardly looked like a wolf that could hold any position of authority or power. You could never judge a book by it's cover. Malik seemed to appreciate this fact, however, and took her as a smart wolf, a strategic wolf. She obviously had other tricks up her sleeve which allowed her to hold such a position in the pack. Malik knew very well that size wasn't a huge factor in a wolf's strength or intelligence, but she just looked so damn fragile. He let his train of thought wander away from her appearance however, and turned it back toward the conversation, remembering his manners. "My name is Malik," He smiled again quickly before letting the expression fade into one of respectful regard. "It's nice to meet you," He wondered vaguely if the she-wolf would find his manners weird, but he decided he didn't really care. It was how he was raised, and he would stick by it. He believed courtesy was one of the only things that would get you where you wanted to go. If you wanted others to respect you, you had to do it first. notes; still bad, sorry. and yeah, i think it was spring, anyway? not sure, though hahaha. ------------ table by sigath.deviantart.com

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