Put Your Heart Into It

[Zebey]

Zebey had noticed something was going on with one of her lot. It started off as small things; unusual quietness, a lack of detail, and finally, when the elf asked her if she wanted to join her on a hunt and she shook her head no. The slayer had stopped and stared at her in thought. When Abbi realized her bonded was still there, she started on her paws and began to apologize. The drow waved her off with a flick of her wrist; a grin was on her lips. ”Go figure out what it is you need, Abbi,” she instructed the Altar. Then she left without another glance to go hunt. That left the demonhound hesitating, laying on the floor in front of the fire. After about ten minutes, the canine stood to her paws.

She knew what she needed.

Later that night, as the suns began to set on the horizon, there would be a disturbance near the base of Mount Gnerq. Just a rustling of some bushes as the yellow and mint ‘hound pushed out onto a trail. The weather up here was frigid but she didn’t seem to notice. The ground was hard beneath her paws, which would be good- it provided more traction. She needed to get out of her own head, run away from her emotions- she was no use to her bonded like this. She needed to clear her mind. A howl rose from her maw, and she started padding along the trail. She wanted to run, without thought, feel the wind flying past her face and peeling her thoughts away. Abbi wanted to feel free, and when she had enough suitors, that’s when the chase would begin.

The Prize
Abbi, Marraige of the Rain and Sun Altar

The Suitors
Bo, When the Moon Shines Red Ember

The Winner
To be announced!

ooc. Snowflakes Keep Fallin’ On My Head, Frigid

[Junho Song]

Bo heard the howl immediately, out on the night himself, the sound echoing against the frozen, glacial ground. He shifted where he stood, his ears swiveling in the direction of his sound before his head followed suit, eyes glinting in the darkness. His paws began moving before he fully registered the situation, though it was clear, as he put one foot in front of the other, that his instinct was further ahead than his head or even his movement.

Abbi would see his hulking form long after she could hear him, his steps heavy, not careful in placement as rocks rolled free and hardened plants crunching where he landed. He blinked, recognition shining in his red eyes as he tilted his head, looking down at the Altar purely because of his sheer size. His shoulders eased, he hadn’t even realized the tension that held his muscles packed together, and his tail wagged twice though held low. He felt unsure, but he wanted to convey that he remembered, that he was friendly, and that she need not worry, not that he was sure that she was worrying.

He wasn’t sure what exactly he was going to do, but one thing was certain. He wouldn’t even have to think about it. He would follow where Abbi led. He waited, patient, wordless. He didn't feel any strong need to speak.

ooc, Bo, the When The Moon Shines Red Ember has joined!

227 words

[Geoff]

Bravo heard a girl howling, and immediately bolted like a Zubat out of Rock Tunnel to chase her.

The bulked-up-like-a-miniature-hulk Brimstone loved only one thing more than himself, and that was a lady. Any lady. He had muscle, he had panache, he had the most gleaming smile of houndkind. He was going to WOO her, baby.

If he even noticed another dude was there, he didn't show, instead HOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLING his coming with his deep, sexy voice and his sunflower-yellow wings, his mostly black fur sleek and gleaming as if recently polished and fur-waxed, although how that was possibly without opposable thumbs and double joints, we don't know. A yellow mohawk of fur flopped over his pristinely bleach-white skull, or would've flopped if he hadn't been running full tilt.

We're pretty sure he just... got so eager about zomggirls that he forgot to fly. Because he could. He just. Didn't.

Dirt and dead leaves kicked up behind him as he came upon the clearing at maximum speed, howling again, ready to CHASE.

ooc| NPC Brimstone Bravo, at your service |DDD

(Loan Words: City of Love - Panache)

[Zebey]

Abbi paused her forward trek when she heard the first suitor approach. She turned her head, ears pointed forward, gazing steadily at Bo as he approached. She recognized him immediately too, and her tail wagged in friendly greeting. She was not concerned by his presence- her body was turned towards him, relaxed. Hopefully the Ember would be able to pick up on that.

The next suitor was met with blinking eyes. He was energetic, that was for sure. His howl reached her moments before he burst from the undergrowth. Her head canted to the side, giving him a swift moment of regard. His energy was excitable, and she found that the same energy was dancing in her paws.

At that, her tail lifted higher, and her gaze shifted from Bravo, to Bo. Come, she beckoned. Seafoam eyes danced as she turned on her hind paws, her wings tucking close to her flanks as she darted forward in the underbrush. She carved a trail in the wilderness, slender body carrying her over fallen logs and under low hanging branches. When Abbi came across a stream she paused, allowing the water to rub across her fur. She glanced behind her, then continued up stream to a small hill where the water fell down amongst large rocks. She leaped, rather gracefully, from boulder to boulder until she reached the top. There she stopped, to see if both of them were still chasing.

[Junho Song]

Unfortunately for Abbi, Bo didn’t quite pick up on her body language. At least he hadn’t consciously, though there was something about her that he couldn’t pinpoint that put him at ease (hint, it was the body language). He did turn his attention to the howling, and while he wasn’t intimidated by it or anything, he was aware that it meant competition, and he was ready.

There wasn’t much time to think about Bravo, because Bo immediately locked onto the lady and bound after her. He was unwavering as he crashed through the underbrush, not out of any sort of clumsiness but entirely because he was a large creature, and not nearly as agile as Abbi. He leapt over the logs easily, without even having to flutter his wings, but he did allow some of the branches to snap against his back, ears tucked against his head so that he might not end up with any sort of tree-whiplash. He’d have to keep up if he didn’t want to get lost. He didn’t want to roll the dice on having to find her in the vastness of wilderness.

He heard her splash into the stream and followed suit, clomping around as he followed her through the water rather easily without having to swim, while his size made him less graceful, it did make him strong.

And then she came to the area where gravity pulled the water down. He debated flying straight up, they did have wings afterall, but maybe that would be cheating. He climbed after her, looking for stones that he could put his weight or his large paws on, and only had to scrabble for his footing a couple of times in the process.

He for sure was going to keep chasing.

ooc; roll the dice, 295 words

IDK how I missed this!!

[Geoff]

When Bravo set eyes on Abbi, they almost bugged out of his skull. What a HOTTIE. At last his neglected wings flapped out and fluttered in attracted excitement.

Come, she said, and you didn't have to tell this big dumb idiot twice!!

He practically threw himself forward, forgetting Bo even existed (although he did want to know what Bo did to get his gains) the second he took off after their leading lady. Multi-coloured strata of rocks and lush vegetation raced by in a blur, although the occasional yelp of pain could be heard as he heedlessly hurried forward and kept getting branches poking at this wings as he forgot to keep them close. Bravo was not good at things like being small, or discreet, or agile, or... anything resembling subtle, really.

We're sure Bo and Abbi would be stunned to find this out about their fellow 'hound. A complete shock, truly.

While they pranced with grace and climbed with fortitude, the brute just barreled forward, clambering ungracefully but surprisingly quickly as his huge muscles hauled him up the slippery crags with minimal slowdown.

Did he look sexy covered in the stream water? He hoped he looked sexy. Like, oooo, hot guy emerging from the beach, not wet in the drowned rat on steroids way.

ooc| somewhere that's green - lush