Clashing Sounds

[enimin]

[th][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i850.photobucket.com/albums/ab62/WaMiE123/TheWordMtl.jpg,true][rs=20] Zanny had nothing to do, no one to talk to, no one to care for, and nothing to keep her sane. The sounds of clashing waves and the epic battle of water against sand raged just outside of her mind, which at the time was jumbled with almost overwhelming thoughts. She wished there was someone she could talk to, someone who needed her help, not that she wished anything bad to happen. She was in the mood to fight, but she knew it would be the wrong thing to do. To launch an attack on some unexpecting wolf would cause problems that she didn’t need. Not only that, but it would surely be the most rude thing to do. She was never a fan of being rude, ever when there was nothing in the world that she would want to do more. She let out a sigh before moaning “Why is there nobody that needs me?!" Looking down, Zanny couldn’t help but notice the pure white sand under her paws, contrasting her gray coat, and laughed at its intense beauty. She had walked over mounds of black sand that had seemed burned, or simply dirty, and after only a matter of minutes, it was pure and clean. This just showed how anyone could change in her eyes. She smiled, proud of her accepting nature, and charged forward, happiness powering her. Paw prints were all that showed she was there, and her speed was increasing by the second. Having forgotten all about her problems, she came to the decision to enjoy life as it was. She would change soon enough, and hopefully, it would be for the better

[acarapi]

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With the mating season in full swing, Acarapi couldn't resist expanding his horizons. Sure, he was pretty much asking to be chewed out by Dreidoj, especially after successfully knocking up at least one pack wolf. He couldn't help it though. He was a male with needs, and with a virtually untapped population of females running around, he was going to do his damned near best to fill 'em. Tender pink flesh throbbed at that thought, hormones forcing him forward. If he didn't find a pretty lady around here to sate him, the Red wolf would be right pissed. The gypsies were lucky he'd wandered into free lands this time, at least. After his little fling with Revan of Haishin and the courting of Mikko of Salen, they should be glad he was avoiding the packs. A little loner lady would better suite them all, especially if he accidentally got another one pregnant. With no one to turn to, she would accept the gracious help of the Gaziché Gypsies and the father that wanted to raise his pups. Then she and the offspring would add to their numbers, and the rest of the band would be pleased with him for so greatly improving their ranks. See? Procreation was for the good at the band! Dreidoj and the others shouldn't fault him for excessively engaging in such activities. Carp's muzzle quirked into a seedy smile. It was so nice to justify his less than honorable actions. Hungrily he licked his lips, pace quickening as he searched for a bit of entertainment. Now if only he could find a-- BINGO! A set of footsteps in the sand alerted him to another's presence. Bending his neck down, he sniffed at them, picking up the scent of a female headed off into the distance. His tail wagged happily at his good fortune; fate was smiling down on him today. Breaking out into a run, the male chased the prints, desire coursing through his veins. As soon as he found her, whoever she was, he would take her. He would sweet talk his way into a day of lovin', and would not stop until he got exactly what he wanted. Which is why when he finally caught up to her fine, feminine form he let out a growl of approval. "Hey there, beautiful," he called out, stopping a few feet behind her and waiting for her to turn around. Gaze leering, he couldn't wait for her to acknowledge his presence. It was about time he had some fun.

[enimin]

[th][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i850.photobucket.com/albums/ab62/WaMiE123/TheWordMtl.jpg,true][rs=20] "Hey there, beautiful," Zanny turned to look behind her, seeing the male that had spoken to her only moments before giving her a greeting as well as a compliment. She felt as if her wish had been granted, and she had been given someone to talk to after days of being alone. Her tail began to wag as she expressed her happiness. “Oh, Hi. Do you need anything?” she said, being polite as possible. Wouldn’t what to scare him away, now would we? Zanny was sure that had she still been running she would not have meet anyone, so she was happy to had the thought to stop and stare at the ocean. Her eyes widened slightly at a quick realization. “Ah, wait! My name! My name is Zanny. What’s yours?” She spoke hurriedly, feeling stupid for forgetting something that generally came in the beginning of a conversation. Although some others would rather skip past all the introductions, and get right into… whatever happened next, Zanny would rather get know people, even if there was a chance that they would never meet again. At least there were those sweet, sweet memories you could store in your brain to take out and look at anytime. Shaking her head slightly to get back on track, she looked the smaller male over. A fluffy tail is the first thing she noticed, along with short fur of reds, blacks, browns and white, and to top it all off, a smirk on his long narrow snout. Not bad looking, though looks were never what really mattered to Zanny, for she was more of a ‘Looks aren’t everything’ Kind of girl. She finally turned fully forwards him, and sat down, her still wagging tail raising sand off the ground, all the while, waiting for him to speak.

[acarapi]

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His heart skipped a beat as she turned to face him. This particular female was just plain adorable. She wasn't like the thoughtful Revan, charmed by the rational that it was good for her pack. She also was far from the exotic Mikko, a well aged jewel that had all too willingly played his games. Nope. This one was much different. She was naive, unawares of what she was getting into as she sat herself down in the sands. 'Only thing I need is you beneath me and me inside you,' he thought crudely, padding closer and dipping his head in a charmingly polite greeting. His words, thankfully, were carefully tailored so as not to offend her. The last thing he needed was to offend or confuse the poor girl and ruin what little chance he had. "I was hoping to find some company, though it seems that request has now been fulfilled by your delightful presence. I am Acarapi, Fortune Teller of the Gaziché Gypsies. It must be fate that bought us together on this fine day. The pleasure is mine." It was hard for him to smile without leering. She was a pretty, young Grey wolf, pelt fluffy and full of soft colors. Fortune knew he liked them young, though he was prone to mount any female he came across. The idea of a pretty little female finding him attractive no matter how old he got was simply a boost to his ego. Dreidoj hadn't had nearly as many females as he had in his lifetime, and it was simply another one-up he had on the leader. Dreidoj may have been top dog, but Carp was the most satisfied.

[enimin]

[th][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i850.photobucket.com/albums/ab62/WaMiE123/TheWordMtl.jpg,true][rs=20] "I was hoping to find some company, though it seems that request has now been fulfilled by your delightful presence. I am Acarapi, Fortune Teller of the Gaziché Gypsies. It must be fate that bought us together on this fine day. The pleasure is mine." Zanny felt heat rushing to her head, and smiled with a sort of dazed look in her eyes. Not only had they been thinking the same thing, but they had been introduced in such a grand way. She could think if millions of ways this meeting could have taken place, and with her luck, she was surprised it hadn’t been the worst option that came true. Heck, with her being turned down by the Zahir pack, it hadn’t bothered her much, but it had put a bit of a damper on her day, and having her lunch stolen by a rude fox earlier the same day , she had been too tired to fight, and that had actually pissed her off, she felt that she had no luck. Then a hop, skip, and a walk across the beach later, here she was, He certainly was doing a good job of winning her over, with his, ‘Not bad’ looks she had thought of earlier, and his sweet talking. The sweet talking was doing wonders for her currently wounded spirits. “Acarapi, I’m glad to make you’re acquaintance… I’ve never heard of the Gaziché Gypsies, but I am relatively new to Anikira. I’m happy that your one of the first few wolves I’ve had the pleasure to meet.” Pausing she looked down at the sand, thinking about all he had said, before looking him in the eyes. “A Fortune Teller? You mean, like, you tell people what there life will be like? That must be so cool!” She exclaimed, her tail still happily wagging. This was, by far, the most interesting thing that has happened to her in quite a while.

[acarapi]

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The female was falling under his spell. It was easy to see in the bashful way she held herself and the eagerness with which she replied to the line of conversation. Really, the way she so easily hung on his every word was a boost to the old male's ego. He was getting old by the day, his seventh birthday either just around the corner or having just passed (he honestly wasn't sure of the date). So to have this delightful young creature engage him had his narcissism soaring. No matter how old he got, he still had it. Now to put it to good use and get exactly what he wanted. Padding forward, he circled around Zanny a little too closely. His thinner coated body brushed against hers as he took in her scent, memorizing the tantalizing smell as he checked her out with his eyes. Satisfied with what he saw, he returned to his position in font of her, sitting down at what was possibly an inappropriately close distance. "I'm afraid we're rather new ourselves. We are a wandering pack, never staying in the same location for very long. I'm glad to make your acquaintance as well. I am beginning to find that the inhabitants of this island are quite delightful, and you are no exception." Flattery had gotten him far in life and hopefully today would be no exception. As talk turned more towards the position he held, however, Acarapi couldn't help puffing out his chest a bit. He was quite proud of what he did for a living and was always willing to demonstrate his talents. For the right price, of course, but they could settle payment after she had no choice in the matter. "Indeed. I hold much knowledge of the future. If you'd like, I could divine your fate. I am certain your future will be most rewarding." 'To me,' he added mentally, for it was always he who reaped the most benefit.