The Plains of Africa

[Stonefly]

((accepteD))

[Arsenic]

Username:
SaltyPeanuts
Name:
Vanya
Gender:
Female
Age:
8 Yrs
Rank:
Elder
Looks:

Personaily:
Vanya is very loyal to her pack, but likes to be alone to think. She also enjoys caring for the pack's younger members and telling them stories of the past. If you're looking for the latest news in the pack, go to Vanya because she keeps up with everything and takes joy in rambling on and on.
History:
Van was born into a very small pack, made up of her parents and siblings, where she grew up. When she turned 2 she left her home pack in search of a mate, after traveling about in the desert for years she finally found Melanion and his pack, but by that time her body was already starting to show her age and it was difficult for her to find someone but a little less than a year later Djinn join the pack and stole her heart.
Crush:
Djinn
Mate:
Djinn
Other:
Nope

[Stonefly]

((accepteD))

[Arsenic]

[Squee! When can we start?]

[Stonefly]

((yep))

[Wifflebee]

Golden wondered around the territory aimlessly, looking for something to do. She sat down and looked for something to attack, suddenly, there was a sudden movement. She turned and jumped, killing the movemaker easily. ((LOL!... Movemaker. XD))

[Stonefly]

Ari looked back and forth and then jumped down the tree wanting to do something, but noticed that there really wasnt anything to do. So he laid his head on the branch and tried to get as Balanced as he could, but it was alittle harder because he was never good with his blance. Once he was set on the branch of the rare tree in the area and watched over his pack hoping no one wuld come out there to say hi because he would fall off

[Arsenic]

The large male huffed a sighed as he walked around the territory, long black tail swaying with each of his movements. "I wonder what the other are doing back at camp," he wondered, trying to keep the boredom of making rounds out of his mind. "Why do I have to mark anyway... Its not like there's anyone around these parts except for a few stray herd animals here and there." Lifting his sleek muzzle to the sky he closed his eyes and too a deep breath of the dry desert air, there was nothing of interest in those dunes. Sighing the dingo moved on.

Vanya sat in the entrance of one of the dens and watched a tiny mouse skitter across the sand, how could such a tiny thing live in such heat? She got up, her creaky joints aching, and went to look for Djinn. The old dingo's scruffy fur blew in the slight breeze that swept across the camp and seemed to change color when the sun hit it at the right angle. "Djinn," she called quietly, not wanting to take the effort of walking around the whole camp.

[Murr, I have force my muse to be my slave. But it doesn't like me still...]

[kivr & fireflii]

((I don't do romance much, so excuse my bad attempt of making Djinn seem like a lover boy. XD))

Djinn's chest slowly rise and fell with his light breaths. His paws worked slow as he made his way back to the den. The Dingo-Eater absentmindedly nodded to himself, he deserved a break. Even if he just went a little out of his normal routine to check out the territory. A dejected huff left him as his thoughts drifted back to his younger years when he was active enough to explore. However, those days were gone, and although he missed them dearly, he did enjoy the quiet rests now and then.

Even so, the easy life wasn't all so bad. Right now, he could feel the cool breeze caress his fur, gently slithering over his skin. The air was fresh and it brought scents from over the territory, even if he couldn't see them, at least he could smell them. Nonetheless, what he could see wasn't so bad either. Perhaps they weren't the most exciting views, such as an overview of a glistening lake or a lush valley, but what he saw made him content. As he walked through some wild brush, he spotted very few of his pack mates lingering around. Although the ones that were there were really just lazing about, he loved all of them nonetheless. His pack, his friends, his family.

“Djinn.”

Djinn pulled his head up and turned to the side. “Vanya.” Djinn's voice was soft and laced with love as his lips curled up and his wet tongue flopped out in a compassionate smile. He may be old, but his love for his mate never would, that's for sure. His tail wagged to and fro as he slowly lumbered up to his mate. Her red fur shone under the sun's rays that filtered through the canopy trees. Her fur was ruffled, but as always, looked as soft as ever. So beautiful. Djinn's fur probably was in the same condition, though he could feel slight oddities here and there, so he assumed he might have gotten a few sticks or leaves caught in his fur. Oh well. After his short walk, Djinn was tired and a bit hot, and he was eager to go rest.

“What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be resting?” He lightly teased her, but then again, he wasn't resting either. What could he say? He moved toward her, muscles already aching from his brief trek, but he didn't care. The Dingo-Eater just wanted to be closer to his love. In his contentment, his tail lightly beat against his heels as he lie his eyes upon his mate.

“Shall we go back to our den and rest? It doesn't seem there is anything new today.”

[Arsenic]

Melanion could feel the sun sapping the energy from his already exhausted muscles, the territory seemed to grow and grow the longer he was out there. However, he did like the quiet time that he got away from the pack, it gave him time to think and not have to act like a leader. Seeing a pool of water the Dingo bounded over to it and lapped up all he could hold.
He'd been planing on a mental break, but noted the pool and made sure to remember and tell the pack about it so that they may drink also. Though he didn't say anything about, it the territory was currently running dangerously low on water. Nodding to himself the Dingo moved on so that he could finish his round before the sun reached the highest point in the sky.

Vanya let a loving smile curl across her lips as she looked at her mate. She chuckled quietly seeing the twigs in Djinn's fur but said nothing, "Sure, that would be wonderful. I need to get out of this sun anyway." The elderly Dingo chuckled some more as her eyes ran along he mate's contours, "How did you manage to get so much stuck in your fur in such a little time span?"