Girls Love Girls & Boys [Warrior Narla - Event]

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She gazes. "She sings." She believes.

Dismissing herself with pleasure, the female graciously scampered off, like a young apprentice sneaking far from the watch of a chaperon, snickering in small doses as she'd quicken her pace. Despite there not being any official tasks to be done in the first place, the fae took what she could and drained it of it's happiness while she still could - it was quite rare for her to express such emotions as of the last year since loosing her young. Gradually, the wolven maiden saw progress in her coping methods and saw herself finding better attachments in the future, perhaps with another suitor, if lucky. She had her eyes on a few, though known which held a lasting impression on her, to say the least. Cliché merely rolled her eyes to her masculine comrades, all but except one, and praised the remaining feminine figures left since the departure of their Guardians. She held a respect for those who remained.

Enticing her with an enriching smell, she melted into the land, becoming one with nature and allowing it to consume her in all of its glory. Pastel pinks and lighter greens then reflected into her amber eyes, the shades illuminating her lower form to that of a soft pink against her golden brown hues and ivory tufts of fur. The lavender, icey sunset lighting the sky also casts it's own amount of color upon that which moved and lived here. She entered the land as if it were home, admiring the view which led to be hills of blossom patches and crystal covered blossom trees. It filled her with hope for a new life in the spring, new life for the pack, and a new hope for a new start. Perhaps with someone new, at that. Closing her delicate hues, she hummed and swayed her hips slowly to the melody which played on repeat in her beloved mind. The tune was sweet, but equally upbeat and moving, as gentle as she could remember.

Lingering with fluid motions, the honey colored fae neared the closest tree and rubbed her side against the structure. She sang under her breath, her velvety voice almost croaking until further adjusting to the sudden use after a long moment of silence. Eventually, nothing but beautiful notes slipped off her tongue and into the open air. Her body was found swaying along with the lightly frost covered blossoms before her song hushed from the whistling of wind pressing into her side.

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She walks. "She talks." She thinks.
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In search of adventure the strange creature took off from Agavos lands, ditching her mentor and her training for a day to just explore. Narla needed to rediscover her old self, the one she was back home. The casual, carefree Australian dingo only wanting to explore the world and make stories worth telling. She was almost to the point of having spent more of her life away from the country of her birth than in it. She missed her home tremendously but the pull of discovering the unknown was too strong. She'd swum across oceans, travelled across continents, all in the name of adventure. But the one adventure she'd yet to embark upon was that of the heart. As she'd confessed to her mentor, Narla had never felt anything remotely close to love, not in the romantic sense. She loved her parents, she had varying degrees of affection for her siblings, but she had never loved another creature, nor been loved. When she was younger it made her a little sad, especially when she lived with that wolf pack in the other northern continent. She wondered what could be so wrong with her that no one found her attractive, that none of the males would pursue her. She knew she was a little strange, an oddity, but weren't odd things cute? She guessed she just wasn't the right kind of strange or cute or whatever. It brought her down a lot, really made her doubt herself.

When the day came that she left them it was one of the best days of her life. And the worst. The pack spread wild accusations about the dingo and these reached other packs in the area. She was snubbed, chased away from all the territories, unwanted. A freak. She was so very alone. But even then, had she ever stopped being alone? At least now she could be honest about her loneliness. But she travelled, she worked through things over many months and eventually came to realise how much better off she was. She came to this place, to Agavos and met so many better wolves, wolves that showed her what it really meant to have friends and to have others care about what happened to her. It was a revelation and suddenly she was happy again. It seemed totally crazy but she was. She was happy the way things were, she didn't feel like she needed the validation of a significant other to feel special.

With her newfound happiness, the dingo was trying to get back to who she was. The female interested in stories and adventures, who just wanted to have fun. So she wandered to the neutrals in search of something beautiful. And she found it. A place where even dead trees were made to look alive and bright in the coldest months of the year. Where nature glittered like precious gemstones and colour was everywhere without any blossoms being present. It reminded her of the Snowy Mountains back home even though it looked entirely different. Instead of looking dead, cold and grey like everything else did in winter here, the place looked alive and beautiful in the sunlight. She hated to disturb the peace here, only there was another already present, filling that role for her. Some fae she'd never met. Is she a friend? She wondered at first. Well she's a stranger, that's for sure. And strangers are just friends we haven't met yet, she thought with a smile. So the dingo padded closer, leaving tiny pawprints in the snow behind her. She could hear the fae singing now, it was a little rough at times but overall the skill was solid. With a little practise the voice could be truly magnificent. The dusty female came to stand beside the wolf with a gentle smile. "You have a lovely voice," she said, her accent rough as ever. She looked up with a gentle sigh, admiring the beautiful tree. "Beautiful isn't it?"

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She gazes. "She sings." She believes.

Could there of been anything else she'd add to the situation, it'd be another soul to share the beauty with. There was too much for her to bare and thus so wished another pranced along to enjoy it with her, happily in unison and discuss the elegance of the land and their purpose being where they were. The little things astounded her. And sometimes, the little things were all that which one had left to hold onto and cherish. Much like herself, in that case. However, the healer remained delighted, avoiding the costs of her happiness to be killed and assuring herself in the comfort of the blossom pink meadows. She could hardly bring herself to be shocked the the presence of another - the scent of the other fae had been lingering not far from the territories prior to her full exposure, in which assured Cliché the female meant no harm but the pleasure of company, perhaps. The honey-shaded she-wolf welcomed her with a content gaze as she continued to sing softly among the spring-like pasture. But her eyes were meant with an even more beautiful sight, one which she had little control over to look away from and almost found her soul compelled to the strange fae's aura. It was an odd feeling, but not foreign. She had felt likeness for another before, but the appearance of the other fae was powerful enough to bring out all her lost feelings of love, and perhaps lust.

Cliché blinked twice to break herself from her reverie, stubbornly reaching reality at the sound of the stranger's voice. It was a compliment, in which she was happily return, but her face flushed red beneath her coat and that of only a gentle stutter vibrated off her tongue. She attempted to laugh it off and grant the other a very thankful smile before getting lost in their eyes. It had been so very long since last she'd felt like this, and it felt wonderful to be renewed with such emotions once more - even if it were to be the last. Say it be the winter or fate, she was made whole in the presence of the dingo beauty. She looked away for a small second as the other referred to the background they stood in. Having almost forgotten she was here physically, Cliché took it all in again and peered up at the tree before fixating her lovely amber hues on the other again, "Yes..," She murmured, her lighter, elegant tones whispering into the chilly air, "-you are." And with that, the redness upon her cheeks only burned harder beneath her pelt, but her expression did not falter away from pure joy. She coughed once to break the silence that may of occurred and laughed sheepishly to her foolishness, "-though I'm sure you get that quite often with such admirable eyes and glorious golden coat like yours.." Was she being too much? She couldn't help it, she was in awe. Love was such a silly thing, after all, and if they were a stranger, what were the odds they'd see each other again in the future? And if so, say it were fate all along...

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The snow begins to fall gently as the winds pick up their speed. Should you find shelter? Or should you seek the companionship of one another?

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She walks. "She talks." She thinks.
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The dingo continued to admire the tree despite how long it might seem that she was staring. She didn't care, she was observing beauty in its most ancient form. Nature was an incredible thing but sometimes one had to look a little harder to see the true beauty. Sometimes the larger picture was beautiful enough on its own, but if one looked closer they could see dozens of unique little pieces. It was these that the dingo gazed at. The tiny rainbow that glinted off an icicle as the sun hit it, the dark tips of the tree branches piercing the lighter sky, the natural patterning on the trunk of the tree. It was the little things that made the world so beautiful. Narla would always take the time to appreciate these little things.

The warrior could have sworn she heard the lovely voice of the fae whisper something with the wind. Yes... you are. And now it was time for the dingo to blush, if a dingo could do such a thing. Thankful for the coverage of her fur, her bashfulness was hidden from the eyes of the other. Narla tore her eyes away from the beauty above to look upon the beauty beside her. How had she not seen it earlier? Was she blind? This creature was lovely to look upon and with the voice of some ethereal being she seemed as close to perfect as one might come. A demure smile crept across the lips of the smaller creature, somewhat bashful as her eyes were complimented and then her coat. Oh how the dingo lusted after this exotic creature - well, exotic to her, here Narla was the exotic one. She inhaled deeply, separating within her mind the scents of the air until she could recognise the sweet aroma of the lovely fae.

The wind was picking up and a light snow beginning to fall. No matter, the dingo had ways of making herself heard. Leaning closer to whisper in the she-wolfs ear, the dingo spoke softly. "Whatever you may think of me, multiply it by a hundred for that is the beauty I see before me. Such a stunning creature should not be left unattended, but instead guarded that her beauty is not besmirched by some demon." The dingo gave just a tiny nibble on the wolfs ear, just slightly suggestive, before pulling back to speak a little louder. "My name is Narla, beautiful one. What name might have been given to the heavenly creature whom allows me to stand in her presence."

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She gazes. "She sings." She believes.

As the golden beauty caught onto her fragile words, Cliché discovered a mutual bashfulness to her dismay. Rather feeling lonely as the other looked quietly away, she leaned closer so that she may make contact with such graceful, stained glass eyes again. The fae was far from disappointed as the lifeline to their conversation continued, assuring her to the bitter end how spicy the other could be to such a stranger as she. With desire-filled amber hues, the healer did a once over the dingo's form, gradually taking her time as the strong, bone-chilling winds picked up and pressed into her side. She guided herself near to the female, shielding her with her slightly larger mass from the cold and shadowing her, like a veil over a precious diamond which not a soul could touch, for if they would, it'd shatter into several pieces. She wouldn't dare allow anyone to do that, not ever in such a universe when brought to the attention of such a fine lady. She deserved the world and so much more - and the healer was prepared to fight for it, for her. As much as she didn't want to, Cliché looked away for just a small second and then some towards the soft, frost pink floor while her ears perched high at the gentleness of the other's voice filling the one. Her face burned with a bittersweet delight at how close she was to her, so close, she could feel the warmth of them radiate onto each other's bodies and her breathe brushed over the outline to her ears. It sent shivers down her spine, ones which weren't caused from the cold, she concluded, and internally, she hoped there were more to come.

Defeated. Such words could not be compared with, and it made her flesh light aflame from beneath her golden-touched cheeks. The healer suppressed a petite giggle and remained rather calm despite the lustful atmosphere among them. Surely, the winter season only added to that, but she had her own beliefs to such happenings. The signals being passed onto her shoulders were enough to entice and pull her in. The tip of her long tail flicked a tad too excitedly at that, though it was far beyond her true intention. "You have a way with words, my lady..," And as if a light went off in the lead's head, the wolf copied the action of the dingo and graced her lips against the other's large ear and whispered, "-it arouses me. If you keep speaking like so, you'll see an entirely new side of me that'll have you begging for more." Her tone was just as equally tempting and seductive in return to the female's words. Perhaps that alone said a lot about the two for their first impressions. It was a tad soon for her to be speaking in such a fashion, but it seemed comfortable for her to speak without a filter to bite her tongue. When she would, it was for private conversations with her former mate and him only. However, she felt free speaking into the wind to the stranger - the eye-catching wanderer of the blossom pastures. She was completely within her element, at that.

And with that came such a divine name, one she'd never heard before, but would hold onto it for eternity. The compliment that which followed made her lips curl into a soft smile. "Do believe me when I say so, for I am referred to as Cliché.." Much like this situation, she thought with a small, amused giggle as she felt the air brush against the nape of her neck. Her fur began to raise and shivers crawled effortlessly along her spine. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't cold, but the Erenyx healer said nothing of it in it being known that she didn't so much as wish to leave the other's side. "My lovely, so wonderful Narla.. you're not a wolf, but something more unique. I.. wish to know more about you, for you've wrapped my heart in a blanket of warmth and compelled my mind to melt to your every words.. Would you be so kind in laying with me as this tree shelters us and enlightening me on yourself?" Turning her ears to face forwards, she smiled slightly down at the other, admiring her from the close distance and wanting to know more than what she was capable of. She didn't wish to forget such a face, not in a lifetime, not ever.

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She walks. "She talks." She thinks.
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Narla by no means thought herself particularly eloquent. In fact, in the many countries she'd toured she was told that her manner of speaking was too harsh, brazen even. That certain language was absolutely unacceptable in polite company. Everything about her marked her as foreign and for so long she had hated who she was. She had hated feeling different, feeling wrong and out of place. She had made the decision to travel the world and in doing so had brought about her own misery. Until she'd learned to love it. Being different meant she got asked a lot of questions, being from somewhere else meant she knew more than anyone she met because none of them had travelled so far.

This beautiful fae at her side was ever teasing her with her bashful glances, beautiful figure and shy demeanour. The larger creaturs nibbling on her own ear sent a shiver racing down her spine it was just enough to both satisfy her and have her want to beg for more. At the suggestion of arousal the dingo licked her chops greedily. Do not tempt me sweetling... But even better she had a name so humorous it could have been Australian. "Cliche, my dear, your name is every bit as amusing as mine for your name is quite different to what you are. My name comes from an old language and means 'lookout', but I am no Scout nor Guardian. Your name suggests something common and seen before but I have never seen the likes of your beauty and charm before." She smiled.

"My lovely I would be most honoured to take shelter with you and keep your company." The Australian nudged the other gently with her shoulder in encouragement, walking with her to the base of the tree. Indeed her naturally short fur, ill-suited for a winter of this magnitude, was a blessing this day. It would force her to snuggle up close to the thick-coated wolf under the pretence of warmth. The dingo lay herself down first, knowing she was the smaller being and it would be simpler for the she-wolf to lay herself comfortably around her. Her head rested atop her paws, brown eyes looking up at the beautiful Cliche. "What would you like to know? Ask me anything and you shall know it." She said, forcing herself to break the silence to keep from staring.

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I'm an asshole, I forgot the event could continue. ;_;

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She gazes. "She sings." She believes.

There was a glimmer of hope shining in her amber orbs - a light which could not be named, but felt deep down. As she'd maneuver her way closer against the bark-covered wall, her attention would be absorbed through the fae's kind words. They were so gentle; she wished to hold them and care for them as if they were her own as they'd spill off the other's tongue. Her name held more meaning than what she could've guessed, and was flattered to know the she-wolf enjoyed her name just as equally as she did. Cliché made the area suitable for the two to enjoy without the harsh winds there to badger them both, situating herself quite nicely so that she was wedged around the smaller female, and granting her the luxury of the wolf's thickened coat to warm her. The amount in which their bodies touched as they formed against one another made the hairs on her neck spike - complete ecstasy ran along her spine, a shudder to follow before finding her muzzle buried in the dingo's short fur. She smelled divine, but the healer's curiosity still wavered. "You have a way with words, my lady. Your company fills me with great joy and comfort.. I am thankful for this day and the fate which brought us together here.. in this moment." Her eyes crinkled into that of a genuine, flirty grin as she'd raise her head up from the other's back and gently place her chin just above her lower side.

Oh, but there were so many questions she wished to ask and know of the fae, she could hardly find a place to start. It seemed so wrong of her to think she was head over heels for this beautiful flower, yet knew hardly a clue what she liked and disliked. Puppy love, may one call it, but she found no other reason to be so fond of the other. Perhaps it be because the dingo was aesthetically pleasing and such beauty blinded her innocence. Curiosity was a fragile thing. Staring deeply into her eyes, she fastened a small smile, "I.. have many questions.. but my first thought isn't so much a question, but an opinion," The healer stated, continuing in a caring, soft tone, "Because.. I didn't start believing in angels until my eyes found you." With an honest tongue, her chest didn't feel as heavy, but her breathing surely hiked a tad as her cheeks burned a light pink rose from under her thick, wintery coat. A soft sigh rolled out of her mouth as she giggled and looked towards the roots of the tree which protected them, "Do.. do you ever wonder what home is like in the present? Where we first came from before reaching this destination we chose to spend our lives in?" Her lips twitched into that of a sheepish smile before her eyes averted back to the fae's.

"Sometimes I like to think that things changed for the better for my family back home. That they're just as happy as when I last saw them and things are as beautiful as ever there like it was so long ago." The healer merely convinced herself everything had return to way it had been before the fire and the harsh winter that divided and killed most of her natal pack. But she tries her best to ignore those images and persuade herself otherwise so that she could rest easier. Living a fantasy wasn't hard, but surely it didn't last for eternity, as much as she'd hope it would.

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