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Post by bruiser147 on Dec 20, 2008 14:19:38 GMT -5
[whisper=krolak]shall Isabella become his queen?[/whisper] K I N G C Y B E L E R o y a l t y. i s. c o m i n g. The rottweiler male moved through the cemetery without any worry. This was his home, and he was at peace here. He moved towards the Church, muscles rippling under his coat. Once inside, the Rottweiler male looked around. The pews were dusty from disuse, and some were starting to rot. There were blankets piled in a corner. The Rottweiler passed them, heading into the third room of the church, his personal quarters. No other dogs would come in this room unless he allowed them to. There was a small pile of blankets in the middle, and the male sank onto them easily.
Laying his head on his paws, the rottweiler became lost in thought, and so did not hear the sound of an intruder...
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Post by krolak on Dec 20, 2008 14:35:07 GMT -5
Man.. even though I hate being in cemeteries I must find a pack. The female Labrador retriever crept through the cemetery; making sure she did not step on any sticks and get caught. She walked up to what looked like a church. There must be someone in here; I see dog footprints going through here. The dust, which was everywhere, cause her to sneeze. Dang this dust. She wanted to be able to smell the paw prints; but the dust would cause her to sneeze. By the looks of the prints, this was a large, maybe a male, dog. She saw some blankets in the corner. Should I sleep.. or should I go and see where the dog is? Sleep got the best of her. She dragged one of the blankets onto the floor; dusted it off. As soon as her head reached her paws, she was out... OOC: music gives kro muse
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Post by bruiser147 on Dec 20, 2008 14:58:21 GMT -5
K I N G C Y B E L E R o y a l t y. i s. c o m i n g. The rottweiler continued contemplating the far wall, but then he heard paw pads in the main room. Standing, he lumbered through the meeting room into the main room. His attention was immediatly captured by a yellow lab sleeping on a blanket. He moved closer, and soon he saw that she was a female, and a pretty one at that. "Excuse me miss" He said, smiling. "Who are you? I am King Cybele, ruler of these lands."
His eyes were curious as he looked at the female. Who was she? Why was she here? The Rottweiler male sat as he awaited her answer.
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Post by krolak on Dec 20, 2008 15:07:22 GMT -5
Isabelle had basically trained herself to awake at the slightest noises. She stood up, and looked the Rottweiler male over. “My name’s Isabelle. And your name?”. She acted strong, so that he didn’t think he could take advantage of her. “I’m here to join your pack.. well I am really just looking for a pack to join. I.. I thought that maybe I could join your pack.” She relaxed her shoulders. This male is a huge, muscular dog, he could protect her from anything. She gave him her ‘I mean no harm, please don’t hurt me-puppy eyes’ look. She’d used this on many humans to get food. She gazed into his eyes. Great… not only have I met a new dog, but it’s a muscular, hansom male Rottweiler.
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Post by bruiser147 on Dec 20, 2008 15:24:27 GMT -5
K I N G C Y B E L E R o y a l t y. i s. c o m i n g. Cybele smiled at Isabella. "Isabella is a beautiful name, for a beautiful dog" He said. Was the king actually flirting? Unbelievable. “I’m here to join your pack.. well I am really just looking for a pack to join. I.. I thought that maybe I could join your pack.” Cybele smiled again. "You may join" He said. "There are many ranks available, including that of Queen"
That was his subtle way of saying that he needed a mate, even if it wasn't so subtle. But this female intrigued him. She was beautiful, smart, bold but yet shy. Interesting contradictions, all of them. When she gave him the puppy dog eyes, he knew he was lost. He would go to the ends of the world to protect this new female.
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Post by krolak on Dec 20, 2008 15:33:28 GMT -5
She sort of lowered her head, showing her gratitude. “Thank you.” The thought bounced around in her head “including queen” Wow.. does he really like her that much? “For now.. can you just show me around” I don’t trust him enough to be that close to him. Then another thought popped into her head “ a beautiful name for a beautiful dog..” wow. She Saw something in this dogs eyes. Nothing she had ever seen in a males eyes before. She saw.. a caring, loving, loyal look in his eyes. She knew that as soon as she had his trust.. she’d have his. And they would never betray eachother.
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Post by bruiser147 on Dec 20, 2008 16:13:56 GMT -5
K I N G C Y B E L E R o y a l t y. i s. c o m i n g. “For now.. can you just show me around” Cybele nodded. "Right here is the main room, where, when I get members of the pack, they will live." He led her to the second room, a meeting room. "this is the meting room. Whenever a pack meeting is called, this is where we'll gather." He pointed toward the door that led to his private quarters. "That door leads to my quarters, where I and my family will live." He smiled at her. "Thats about it in here. Outside, there's the cemetery, of course."
Cybele was starting to trust this new female. She certainly seemed trustworthy enough.
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Post by krolak on Dec 20, 2008 16:43:53 GMT -5
Half the time she wasn’t even paying attention to the different rooms. She was too focused on the male. “So you’re the only one in this pack.. well besides me?” She too started to trust the male. Again she was starting to be over taken by sleep. She yawned. “Is there somewhere I can rest for a while? I’ve been walking for 3 days.” It’s true, she had been walking long paths through the woods for at least 3 days. Only stopping if sleep started to overtake her enough so that she might fall while walking. Every night she would go and search for a cave or a hole to claim as her den that night. “And maybe some river or pond I could wash myself off in and get a drink?” She also hadn’t gotten to wash herself off in water for a long time; which she’d like to do. She had been sitting down.. and of course her tail was wagging so she had managed to make puffs of dust go into the air. She again sneezed; which cause even more dust to go into the air. “Somewhere.. that doesn’t have that much dust?” She kind of giggled. Isabelle looked into the male’s eyes and at that exact moment she knew that the trust had formed.. and an unbreakable bond would soon be between them. “If you wish.. I can be your mate.” She said looking into his eyes with utter adoration. I just hope that he won’t let me down and break the trust I have in him. Quite a few times she’d joined a pack and somehow made her way to the ‘alpha female’ and every time she’d been let down and the trust had vanished. “I’m just warning you.. I basically only give males one chance, and one chance only to have my trust.” She said this in a loving way so that he wouldn’t take it as ‘I will leave if you do one little thing wrong’. “oh.. and is this one of those cemeteries that is open, and any wild/member of a different pack, can come in? or is this your, and yours only, territory?” She walked over to the place of which she had been when the male came and started talking to her. She took her tail and swished the dust away; of course she was holding her head away so that she wouldn’t have to sneeze again. Then she laid down and awaited his answer.
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Post by bruiser147 on Dec 21, 2008 3:10:28 GMT -5
“So you’re the only one in this pack.. well besides me?” "Sadly, yes" Cybele replied. "though I hope more members will join" As she yawned, Cybele smiled slightly. “Is there somewhere I can rest for a while? I’ve been walking for 3 days.” He nodded. "Of course." He went back into the main room and pulled two blankets from the corner, dragging them so that they were right beside the entrance to the meeting room-and near his quarters.
“And maybe some river or pond I could wash myself off in and get a drink?” He smiled again. “Somewhere.. that doesn’t have that much dust?” He chuckled. He had gotten used to the dust. There is a small stream that runs through the back of the cemetery" He told her.
“If you wish.. I can be your mate.” Cybele froze and stared at her for a second, in shock. Then his heart lifted and he smiled. In reply he dragged the blankets he had originally put near his quarters into his quarters, so that she could have her own bed should she want it. “I’m just warning you.. I basically only give males one chance, and one chance only to have my trust.” He nodded, understanding her exact meaning. “oh.. and is this one of those cemeteries that is open, and any wild/member of a different pack, can come in? or is this your, and yours only, territory?” "Dogs seeking a pack, yes. Dogs in other packs, no. Especially not a member of the Pallaton pack"
He smiled as she laid down, then gently nuzzled her. He idly wondered if she would carry his pups as he lay beside her.
ooc; I got carried away on this post >.> you dont have to post this much xD
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Post by krolak on Dec 21, 2008 12:44:31 GMT -5
She slept for what seemed like an eternity. She awoke to have the massive male right beside her. She then fell back asleep; curled up beside him. Man.. I don’t know when the last time I’ve felt so warm inside was. She dreamed about what it would be like to be the leader of a pack. She then awoke with a sneeze; causing dust to go everywhere. I’ll just go and wash off. She trotted quietly out of the church, towards the back of the cemetery. As she made her way to the stream, she stopped every once in a while and sniffed the ground and the air. And anything that did not smell like Cybele she marked as their territory. If she was his mate, she would do exactly what he did. She sort of pranced the rest of the way to the stream. As soon as she heard water.. she bounded towards it only to stop in time before she fell head first into the water. She sort of yelped with joy as she splashed into the water. Finally! I get to wash all my past away. She had been through some really rough times. Especially the time of when she first started to live as a wild dog. And all the times she’d been kicked out of the packs she’d joined. But now she had been accepted into a pack she new she would stay in for the rest of her life. She rolled around in the grass after she had washed her past and the dirt off. The she, as any dog would, shook her whole body off. Then she decided to go and take a look around the cemetery. When she made her way to the front gate.. she froze. At this time in her life she would always see stuff that wasn’t there. Like at this gate.. she saw a group of dogs that where staring straight back at her, only when she blinked.. they vanished. “I hate when I see things” she said in an angry tone. She was about to run straight into a tree out of anger, but she stopped herself.. unfortunately not in time. WHAM! Right into the tree’s trunk. She laid down and covered her muzzle with her paws. She had gotten a small cut on her muzzle; therefore the unbelievable pain that she’d never felt before. “well now.. I wont be taking my anger out like that anymore.” She shook the pain away as best she could. Then she weaved her way back through the cemetery. When she got to the church. She whipped her head on the grass and tried to get the blood off. Then she quietly padded over to where Cybele and quietly curled up next to him; giving him a small lick on the muzzle. Then once again.. sleep took over…
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Post by bruiser147 on Dec 21, 2008 13:04:11 GMT -5
Cybele stirred slightly as she left, then went back to sleep. He was having an amazing dream- Isabella had agreed to be his mate. He was walking on air beside her, smiling at her. They were ruling the Cemetery together, with plenty of pups. Cybele lay there with a smile on his face as he dreamed about the two of them together. He was hopelessly in love.
He felt a small lick on his muzzle and felt Isabella curl up next to him, and he shifted closer to her in his sleep. He still had that slightly dopey smile on his face. And he slumbered on while everything felt right in the world....
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Post by krolak on Dec 21, 2008 13:17:16 GMT -5
Isabelle woke at the first light. She yawned and stretched out. She took in a deep breath of fresh air. “You’re still asleep are you?” She had a big grin on her face “we’ll see how long that lasts” lets see, should I A: bounce on you? B:Start barking right in your ear, or C: act like someone is trying to hurt me? She loved scaring other dogs. She went with plan B. She started to bark her head off right by his head. “wake up sleepy head!” Before he could react she bounded out of the church. She ran in the direction of the stream. But this time she turned and headed in a different direction. Again.. not thinking, she ran right into the tree. WHAM! Man… how many times can I run into a tree? This time she had a slit above her eye. “Great.. now I’m bleeding.” The pain wasn’t as bad this time, but it was bleeding. She went over to the pond; still a little woozy from the combination of the blood and the headache. She stuck her head in the water and washed the blood away. Then she laid down and was out…
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Post by bruiser147 on Dec 21, 2008 13:44:22 GMT -5
As Isabella started barking her head off near his ear, Cybele nearly jumped out of his skin. Landing on his feet he looked around, then realized it was Isabella. He chased after her, laughing. Seeing her run into a tree, he quickly ran faster as she headed towards the creek. "Are you ok?" He asked worriedly. He lay beside her and began to groom her gently, spitting out the blood occasionally. Now all he could taste was the copper taste of blood, but the wound had stopped bleeding. He went to the creek and washed his mouth out, then lay next to her and watched her sleep, tail wagging softly. She was clumsy, she was a goof, and he loved her.
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Post by krolak on Dec 21, 2008 14:01:21 GMT -5
She woke up. Seeing Cybele made her feel loved, “what happened?” She stood up and went and got a drink from the stream. She went back to Cybele and lay down next to him; then she saw he had blood on his muzzle. “did you get cut?” she cleaned his muzzle. She sat up and looked into his eyes.. the connection and love between them was unbelievably strong. It was quite windy out, which felt really cold on her open wounds. “Lets go back to the church; its getting cold” She started to walk towards the church. Making sure not to go the way the tree was. She kind of pranced; or in female dog terms ‘tried to act like she’s the princess and is loved and will be loved forever’. Will he like me enough?
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Post by bruiser147 on Dec 22, 2008 0:15:32 GMT -5
Cybele stood and followed her back to the barn, debating whether to ask her IT. The big question all mates face. He shifted from paw to paw as he stood there looking at her, thinking. "Isabella? W-w-w-would y-y-you.." He blushed, and was grateful for the layer of fur that covered his face. "Wouldyouliketohavepupswithme?" He finally blurted out, talking fast in his embarrassment. He wasn't used to asking this kind of question, and it showed in his embarrassment. Cybele actually had never had pups before, he'd mostly been a loner.
Hence the embarrassment. He shifted from paw to paw, wondering about her answer? Would she agree? Would she ask for more times? A bunch of thoughts were running through Cybele's brain with the force of a freight train. He watched her with anxious eyes, wondering how she would answer.
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