reconnaissance and scrutiny [O]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/8vuhc9.png] INK let her feet sweep across the stone in utter silence, not daring to give too much attention to herself. But of course she wasn't attempting to be invisible. Her pace slowed to a stop as she looked down with ice blue eyes. She had positioned herself high on one of the castle walls, all so she could merely observe those who believed themselves greater than the others; greater than her. She chuckled out loud at the idea, she figured she could probably take on anyone there. Her eyes glanced back to the wall she just scaled, thinking back to her pathway up here. It was a pain in the ass, but when time became tedious and she needed to preoccupy her thoughts from deeper meanings, it was worth it. She had managed to jump from a steeple-like rock to a higher building. Her paws carried her from there; building to building, slowly gaining altitude until she reached the wall. INK's maw twitched as an odd scent passed through her nostrils, it was unnameable, and without any more thought on it the white femme focused on the task at hand. Her strong frame reclined and rotated, and moments later she was on the cold stone ground; fore-limbs hanging lazily over the edge, banner wrapped neatly around her, legs curled up. She tried to relax, but her frame remained tense and seconds later she didn't bother with it anymore. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the area below her with intent, predatory and yet full of admiration. The courtyard was always spectacular at dusk, but then again everything was in her opinion. INK's eyes began to narrow down at a few wolves, ones she wished to tackle to the ground. There was one in particular that caught her eyes; it was a black hued wolf with yellow markings. The way he held himself was insulting, he did not have the right. His whole posture screamed 'I'm better than you'. Her ears fell back on her crown, and a low growl started in her throat. The wolf needed to be put in his place. INK's envy for the wolves soon dissipated, and she was merely watching the beings as one would watch ants; with mild curiosity. She had been hoping something extraordinary would happen, something that would catch her attention, possibly even make her have to intervene. But alas she had no luck; it seemed as though all they wished to do was trot around with their heads held high, naive to the predator that stalked them. INK smirked at herself, she was the naive one for looking for entertainment with a bunch of pompous idiots. "Le'ametz lecheikah gibor, sheg'vurato lo milchamtit, gibor sheg'vurato hi lo tz'vait, gibor sheg'vurato rak musarit, gibor ishah, ve'od charedit." INK chanted to herself, noting the symbolism in the words; they held true for so much of her past. There was a mold for a warrior, one she tried so hard to fit into; but no one could find her guilty for this, she was merely a conformist. INK continued to watch, white, green and gray fur blowing in the wind. She almost felt at peace. ____________________________________________ "INK SPEAKING" 'INK'S THOUGHTS' DOING ooc; new table > old table open thread for anyone to join :3 and yarr, she speaks a bit 'o Hebrew cause of her upbringin' word count; 528 tag tag; anyone

[Chante]

Chante had found herself on top of the private courtyard's wall. It was easy enough to get there, if she didn't miss her Jumping target. She was now circling the entire courtyard, though her golden gaze was not directed within the privacy of the smaller courtyard, it was watching the larger courtyard surrounding it. She was watching the daily life of the less important wolves in the Kingdom. She was so much more important than these wolves, and yet she still felt the pack bond. Though she hated most of these wolves and sometimes wished to devour their flesh, she was loyal to them. They trusted her with their lives so she could only do her best to protect them, even if she wished to kill them sometimes.

She sighed, being in her head and emotions was so confusing sometimes. But really she was watching these wolves, not to reflect on her feelings toward them but to watch for any injustice that would be frowned upon by the Nine. Suddenly as she turned around the bend, she heard some strange words to her ears. She looked up and saw a wolf, about her size if not a bit larger, speaking some language Chanteloupe did not understand.

Tilting her head and cupping her ears forward she wondered what these words meant. She made her way toward the other wolf, whose green, white, and gray fur was stirred by the slight wind that was so high up. The wolf had many scars, probably from many battles. Chante looked back at her biggest scar, the one that her golden coat could not hide. The hooded cobra outline that looked as if it was burned into her skin seemed to gleam back at her with pale pink coloring. She looked back at the female and said aloud, "What are you saying?"

What she asked was not asked kindly or angrily, just coldly and calm, a hint of confidence aired in the words.

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Muse: Great ^^
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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/8vuhc9.png] Whatever peace, freedom, or even pleasure she was getting out of her silence it was soon broken. "What are you saying?" Her eyes scrolled to the right, ice-blue ones meeting gold. INK had heard her, but some part of her mind was blocking the golden-hued wolfs approach. Maybe she just believed if she offered no signs of acknowledgement the femme would be gone. No such luck for her; strike two of the day. She quickly looked over the female, secretly happy for the wolf being of a smaller size, before standing up; head held high, posture erect. She was not to be the lower of the two, she was sure of that. But she was not going to underestimate the being; her body tensed sharply. INK let silence engulf them as she pondered how she wished to answer the question. She eyed the wolf with a raised brow, almost requesting her to stop being so damn nosy, but caught her tongue in her maw. Changing her perspective she was slightly... encouraged, she would put, by the wolf's appearance here. Not many wolves had the ability, nor the intelligence to make it up here without the assistance of wind manipulation or wings. She let the air sink into her nose, and with an unnoticeable nod she knew the scent was not one of the wind kin. With the little respect she gave the femme in front of her, she responded. "It is irrelevant, but as you have requested; I was merely saying how the Kingdom was chauvinistic, which makes life for me, and you no doubt, more difficult." INK said in a placid and rather bored tone, not giving too much. She assumed that this tawny wolf before her was a warrior like herself, but it didn't take a genius to make such a guess; the lust in her eyes, scars on her body, and scent basically shouted 'warrior'. She let her piercing stare relieve itself from the femme and revert back to it's previous position; staring at the nobles. Curiosity was begging for it's escape within her, she wanted to know about this wolf and her habits regarding climbing the walls. They shared that in common, for that INK was almost certain, but what else did they? She paid no heed to the emotion, and kept her stoic mask on; if the wolf wanted to continue the conversation she would have to do most of the talking. ____________________________________________ "INK SPEAKING" 'INK'S THOUGHTS' DOING ooc; - word count; 407 tag tag; Chanteloupe

[Chante]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/24doc4h.png] Something about this female Chante liked. She was cocky and sure of herself, unlike many of the females Chanteloupe had met before and hated. They had always been fearful and scared little things that she had wanted to beat up to bring around to reality. But Chante never had, not unless they were against the Kingdom. She had to be good after all. The desire to fight this wolf was still there, but it was mostly there to show her that Chante was better. But she knew how to pick her battles… most of the time, and this time would not be good to fight. The terrain was horrible for one, and another reason was that the other wolf was definitely stronger, Chante could smell the stronger magic radiating off her pelt. She smirked at what the other female said and nodded in firm agreement. The Kingdom definitely favored the males to the girls. Whether they meant to or it was just always how it had been, Chante didn’t know, but she did know that she had to fight and claw every inch she gained on a male. It annoyed her, she could understand why they would think her lesser for her size but for merely her gender? She had met many a female that could kick any male’s butt, Chante was one who could kick most. She glanced in the opposite direction of the other female and offered up a chuckle, “I believe you tell nothing but the truth in that statement. They quite like the males. Though why I can never understand, we are the ones who bear their pups.” She shook her head, in Chante’s opinion they should love and hold the females above all others. They did far more than the males. But alas, it was how it was and was unlikely to change. A lazy smirk flicked across her maw and she said with a small bend of the cranium, “I am Chanteloupe, more commonly known as Chante. May I know the name of the one who shares my opinion?” She spoke quite formally and patiently, she knew if she had any intention of keeping on this wolf’s good side she would probably have to stay in her fake mode. This wolf could be very against the whole cannibalism thing, just like about every other wolf in the world. Words:395 Muse: AMAZING Song:Sober- P!NK "SPEAKING"

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/8vuhc9.png] The white femme continued to explore the grounds below with her eyes, feigning an oblivious nature to the golden wolf. She could assume by the look of the creature that she was an aggressive entity, but she did not assume her to be dumb. So INK could almost assure herself that the wolf would not physically harm her as not only would it put the tawny creature in a dangerous position, it would also leave her to the jaws of the Kingdoms wrath. The chuckle had, admittedly, caught INK by surprise. Her ears flicked in slight irritation from the sudden audio, but she understood it's purpose. There wasn't many females who accepted the truth of this, and there were even less who spoke about it. She shook her head, disgust forming across her visage at the notion; submission was not her way, nor would it ever be. Her blue orbs redirected themselves to the wolf once more, ears flicking toward her voice. “I believe you tell nothing but the truth in that statement. They quite like the males. Though why I can never understand, we are the ones who bear their pups.” INK scoffed at the remark, finding herself in agreement once more with the mysterious and flamboyant femme. It would not be false to say that the females were more important than the males; in fact she would go so far as to sometimes resent the sex entirely. The shadow conductor let the thought roll through her mind, letting a grin fall on her features. A world without any males may be a signed warrant of their extinction, but the possibilities and development that would differ from the patriarchal society would be one of awe. “I am Chanteloupe, more commonly known as Chante. May I know the name of the one who shares my opinion?” INK's thoughts of peace and intangible goals were brought to a screeching halt when her voice broke the air. She was guilty of giving into the abyss of her mind and almost forgot about the individual next to her. She took note of the name, unable to shed any light on the true meaning behind it, and decided it would be only fair if she returned the courtesy. She let her frame shift as her paws carried her in a means to change her pitch. She looked down on the one now known as Chanteloupe and, now facing her, offered a small smile; one with no feeling behind it. "I am Itsuwari No Kage." INK offered neither a nickname or a warm accepting voice, it seemed insane to do so anyway; sure this Chanteloupe had earned some of her respect, but that was nothing grand in her twisted mind. An odd sense hit her about the being in front of her, one she could not put a name to. INK just felt... exposed, in a way. She let her blue eyes narrow slightly at the wolf, maw slightly pursing as she heightened the position of her head. A moment later something clicked in her mind, and she began to wonder how accessible this wolf was; Chanteloupe had gone out of her way to begin this conversation, she could have just as easily walked away "If you do not mind my prying; what profession do you follow?" INK had some guesses in mind, but she wasn't one to go out on a limb and leave presumptive thoughts invalid. She let her left eyebrow arched, some curiosity beginning to peek through. ____________________________________________ "INK SPEAKING" 'INK'S THOUGHTS' DOING ooc; rawr rawr, ;D INK's such a dick sometimes lol i apologize on behalf of her actions, she shouldn't always assume shes better than everyone -tsks INK- word count; 585 tag tag; Chante

[Chante]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/24doc4h.png] Chante's mind had begun to wander as the other wolf had fallen silent. She wanted so badly to show the males their place. For so long the females had rested and waited in the brute's shadows and they deserved so much more. They multi-tasked, raising pups and hunting, fighting and protecting, they deserved to be admired and reveled. But no, the idiots who called themselves their mates instead treated them like lower beings, only if the female was able to really blow them out of the water with her skills was she even a little bit respected. Would the Kingdom ever change? Would they ever understand what a gem the female of their society was? As her words came to Chante's ears, she was roused from her musings and finally Chanteloupe had a name to call this (perhaps) kindred spirit. Itsuwari No Kage. Itsuwari she would call her, she liked that part of the name. It was like the wind whispering in her ears on a peaceful day, the breath it took to say it was so little and so natural that she preferred that part of the name. She watched the female smile but saw no warmth reach her eyes, ah perhaps this one did not feel the same friendly pull that Chante did to her. That would change hopefully. Chanteluope could always use some more friends in her "pack." Her pack of course merely being her group of friends that were close to her, or as close as one could be to Chante without being in danger of death. At her question about Chante's position in the Kingdom, the golden wolf's ears twitched. A small smile curved the wolf's maw, though the smile was more proud and vicious than warm. She was proud of her station, always had been, but she was power hungry and was always looking to be higher up in the food chain. "I am a warrior, a Ko Gado. I fight for the Kingdom though sometimes I wonder why. Often I think I merely fight for the Kingdom because it is the strongest entity of power there is. I fight for the love of blood and the love of the rush. What about you?" she asked but she thought she knew. Itsuwari's stance spoke of a beast barely contained within a small physical form. Barely contained within muscles, fur, and skin. She was stronger than she looked and so she was either a high ranking Guard or a noble that fought quite often. Words: 419 Muse: WOW ITS SO GOOD o.o Song: I Bleed- Halestorm OOC: You give me soo much muse *snuggles* "SPEAKING"