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[Darkest.Nation]

Azure looked at his mate. "Faith, do you want to go get something to eat? There's a lovely meadow not too far away. It's very beautiful there, and in the forest nearby, there are many, many elk. You will like elk." Azure stodd, raising his nose and sneezing at the smell of a less appetizing meal... a beaver. Azure didn't like beavers, because they were always wet and they were all fur and fat, no meat. That would not be a sufficient meal for Faith and him.

Confetti looked at Maipe, making a low sounds with her throat. It was deep, vibrating; it was a sound of affection and wanting. She sniffed the air, trying to find Maipe's nose. Once found, she nuzzled him, for a very long time, for the wind on the pier was picking up, and she felt cold and no longer secure on such a tall and outward structure. She made a small whimper, hoping Maipe understood the message that she wanted to go back onto the sand.

Parzival smiled at the stallion. She was nervous, but with much practice, this time, she made a very light nicker emerge from her throat. Blue nodded, looking at ther other worker and going into the tack room to grab Parzival's tack. On his way out, he turned to his co-worker. "Hey, where is that stallion going to go?"

Blue tacked up Parzival soon enough, as she was all decked out in her beautifully expensive tack. It was time to say goodbye... for now.

[Wesley]

[[ Faith ]]
Setting - The forest on a cold day
In context to - Azure

Faith looked to the stunning, broad-shouldered male wolf standing next to her with the take-charge attitude. He seemed to desire providing for her ever so much, and she felt a rush of blush to her cheeks, making her face feel warm under the fur she had, despite the cold weather that blistered and roused up trouble around them. She was suddenly very oblivious to the near-freezing temperatures that engulfed her and her Azure. Of course, she had to stop her thoughts. He was not hers, but his own person, yet she knew that they connected well and she wasn't going to be humble or awkward about it. It was obvious to even the trees of dead branches and the snowflakes around them. Anything could see it, couldn't they? Or was she just imagining the click between them? She'd heard of wishful thinking before. Faith tried to change her thoughts like a human might change a TV channel with the press of a button on the remote. Elk. She'd never had elk before, but the way that the word rolled around in her mind was as pleasing as the taste of the finest meat around. She sniffed the air, longing to smell this elk that Azure spoke of, but her nose could catch no scent. It was nearly frozen, and she shivered, coming back to her senses. "You really think I'd like it?" she asked. Faith was used to more lean meats. No birds of course, but she'd once eaten an otter, some fish, things that would help keep her in a good, functioning body shape. Faith looked at the development of Azure's muscular body-build and did not doubt the qualities of this 'elk' that he mentioned. "What is it like?" she asked. She was always open to trying new things.

[[ Maipe ]]
Setting - The beach
In context to - Confetti

Maipe looked to Confetti. She seemed to shiver next to him even though her throat made affectionate and comforting gurgles that displayed happiness. He wasn't sure why she seemed to tremble and draw nearer to him so suddenly. Wasn't sure if she was cold from the biting wind that now persistently blew on or if she expected danger that he didn't know of. He wondered for the first time quite harshly of why this she-wolf didn't talk. Was she mysterious and of few words, or was she mute? In his confusion though, he could still sense that she nedded him. He worried at her uneasiness and knew that his best bet would be to lead them both off of the long wooden walk of many planks that their paws clacked on. He, however, did not turn to leave this setting until he'd grabbed the cone sticky with sweet, orange goo and offered Confetti his shoulder to rest on. He tried to remember the last time she spoke and tried to focus on the possible dangers around them. Suddenly, he felt a bit more urgent than normal. Of course. A blow of wind here and a splash of water there. Was there a storm a'brew? Maipe wished for some sign from the she-wolf that he happily supproted at some times and followed at others. He sighed, only hoping to be the best help that he could be with the knowledge he did have. He wondered where she had in mind next.

[[ Mascaron ]]
Setting- Dressing stables
In context to- Parzival

Mascaron stamped his feet and let out a desperate whinny, much clearer than the last sound he'd tried to create from his throat. He didn't want to part from the beautiful mare for any seconds on end, and he was just to begin his dressing and show practice. The white man pushed a makeshift reign over Mascaron's neck, a rope truly, and brought him to the dressing station just as Parzival began to leave. He tied Mascaron tightly and bent over the containers, bows, and racks of ribbons and other accessories that were perfect for the making and grooming of any horse. He brushed Mascaron's hair, and because Mascaron had been trained to adore the running of the brush through his mane, he didn't dare struggle. He let out a last neigh and stared at Parzival's back, only able to hope that she'd be going somewhere where he could watch.

[Sanara]

Stark
'Sshhhh' Stark cooed. "Just lay still. Be still, Saga. Be both just about dround. You fainted for a while, so im sure you've taken in some water." Gently, Stark placed his hand on Saga's. "Im gonna put you on your side, but you need to turn into a human if you could, alright? Itll help you spit out the water. Just dont speak." Gently, Stark tried to calm himself and Saga more, by running his fingers thorugh his friends pelt. On the outside, he could only imagen he looked like a dround cat, [which made him laugh on the inside, due to what he was the othe half of the time] but on the inside, he felt warm and his heart seemed to twitch gently at the feeling of his loved one's fur.

Cookie
Cookie, breathing hard, smothered her face into Dingo's fur. "Where could she be? I havd no clue. Im worked about her Dingo. What if she went to investigate?" Cookies tail lashed with exasperation, but the touch of Dingo's fur was calming. Without thinking, she gently leaned father onto Dingo. Only when she began taking deep lung-fulls of his sent did she realize just what she was doing. She pulled herself back and away from him, clearing her throat abruptly, and nibbled her lip. "Im sorry," She said softly. Shuffling lightly, she started back around the camp, making circles outward, and taking in the sents, searchin for the freshest sent, hopeing for the route Pookie had taken.
[size=30]If thats not a run on sentance, i dont know what is[/size]

[Offended Cockatiel]

~Saga

Saga listened to Starks voice, it made him so calm. Calm enough to make him rest easier than anyone else could have made him without using any sort of powers really. He nodded tiredly, body calming at Starks touch. He shifted slowly, body shivering and compleatly drenched. He didn't want Stark to stop comforting him though, and he made that clear, breathing softer and smiling gently. Despite all the coldness he felt, how everything seamed numb, Stark's slightest touch made it all seam alright, made his body warm, tingling with joy, wich passed over all of the pain and aching.


`~Cherri

Cherri grinned at her friend, happy she had gotten Deli's attention. She chuckled, almost nervously, rubbing the back of her head and giggling. "Oh shut up. He's not that much older than me. And so what if we were together for like... a wile." She giggled and ran foreward, dragging Deli with her now that she was close enough, knowing she couldn't protest now. Thoguh well, she mite try, what was in Deli's character was for Delli to decide. "Of course you need to get out more!" She twitched her nose as if she was in her fully quad form, grinning brightly. It was always fun with Deli there with her, her best friend.

[Sanara]

Stark
Stark smiled softly, and ran his hands down Saga's coat. He could feel the water in his friend's coat. Slowly, and rhythmicly, he ran his hands down, over the coat, which made a ringing like effect, and pushed the water down towards his tail. His hands were gentle and slow, and he was very careful of where he did put his hands when they got to Saga's midsection.

[Offended Cockatiel]

~Saga

Saga made a soft purring sound, acting almost like a puppy. "Stark." He nuzzles his face against Starks skin, taking in all the warmth that spurted all over and danced it's way into his blood flow. Starks hands were so gentle, in every place they roamed, from tail tip to ear tip he felt tingles. "A-are you oh-kay... ?" He couched softl an squeeked in agony.

[Sanara]

Stark
"No speaking," Stark instantly ordered of Saga. As gentle as he could he slid his arms under Saga, and pulled him close, holding the other close to him as he could without crushing him. "Just be still. You need to breath." He spoke as if he was actually giving Saga room to breath. Not while he had Saga clutched to him so close, he didnt.

[Offended Cockatiel]

~Saga

Saga whinned and smiled, nodding weakly. He slid up a bit in Starks arms, greatfully grasping at some strong lovely air. "Mnnh." He slid his head under Starks ear and put his chin to the other guys shoulder, kissing his neck lovingly. Or well, more of a lick. That is after all how dogs showed friendly affection. It also ment he was pretty close to Stark, wich he was. Mentally and phsicaly.

[Wesley]

[[ Delilah A. Riamu ]]
Setting- The forest
In context to- Cherri

"So, Miss Adventure," she said sarcasticly, referring to Cherri's indication that Delilah needed to put down the book of fairytales and pick up the novel titled Reality. "Just what do you think we're going to do anyhow?" she laughed She couldn't imagine playing in the dirt of the forest like they did as children. Hide and go seek was always fun, but she couldn't imagine herself climbing a tree or hiding in a log, slapping off mosquito bites as an older teenager just as she had done when she was merely ten, twelve, any age at which she was less mature and more adventrous herself. She tried to vision it, but the thought poofed as she burst out into laughter, ruining the silence. She couldn't wrap her mind around it. As she walked, she looked down at her tan legs worriedly. If Cherri really was going to try to hook her up with one of Gavin's friends, she certainly didn't want obnoxious, red and pink bumps on her skinny, smooth legs. After all, she wouldn't tan right.


[[ Dingo ]]
Setting - The peak of a cliff, the sun is rising
In context to- Cookie

Even though Dingo knew that Cookie had meant to stumble back because she was shocked with her actions, he took a few paces forward so that they would be close again. Closer than normal. "Sorry?" he asked. "Why should you be sorry?" he asked sweetly. He scooped her head up by forcing his own head underneath her chin to prop it up. He rubbed her neck with his head and his paw inched closer to hers. His intention was to comfort. To love. The big 'ole boy had finally decided it. He should just be outright with his feelings. The months that they'd awkwardly expressed quiet feelings for each other were over now. It'd been too long to keep a 'secret' for Dingo. Dingo split all too suddenly for him to bear from Cookie's presence. He bounded in the opposite direction of her, sniffing vigorously. A tangy scent hit his nose, a smell that he remembered from biting into a piece of prey. In shock, Dingo couldn't quite place his paw on what he was smelling, but he knew that the scent was strongest in the direction of which this scent came from, and quickly, he motioned towards the logs and bramble in the direction of the scent. "Cookie, over here," he whispered. Valiantly, he led the way.

[Sanara]

Stark
Stark smiled, and ran both fingers through Saga's fur. Smoothly, he pulld Saga closer to him and burried his face into the warm, soft fur of his friend. Sure, they were both soaked to the bone, but they were out in the sun, near the end of spring. And Saga's body was just so warm.... Suddenly, he snapped out of his thoughts and found himself snuggled up closely to Saga and was running his hands along his friends tummy. He had to mentally keep his hands away from the no-no place, despite the temptations. "Your pretending, arnt you?" Stark ask, a keep smile working its way into his words. "Your only pretending to still be faint, arnt you?" He couldnt even stop himself from nibbleing gently on his friend's ear. He knew, more then anyone, that his friend almost fainted, but he seemed a bit to active and concious for a half- dround wolf.

Cookie
Cookie was still staring open mouthed when Dingo pulled away. She was almost sure he could have heared her heart slamming against the insides of her chest. Oddly, she didnt want him to go. He was fleeting to quickly, and then she realized just who she had forgotten about. She was so caught in Dingo's display, that she had forgotten about her sister. Her little sister who was out there. She began forward, closing her mouth and setting her jaw as she followed after Dingo. Even the back, she smiled, letting her thoughts slip away from her, was beautiful. She wanted to just jump to him, and pin him, and demand how he really felt about her, but she strode on behind him.