Into the Tree House [Natalya]

[Korso Foxe]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2hp10yg.png] Korso padded a single circuit around the circumference of the trunk before him, breath in a heavy fog before him as he paused. It was so thick, in fact, that he shook his muzzle and mane in an attempt to clear it away, but such vain action only smeared the fog. He sighed, adding more steam and causing himself more grief, followed by frustration, followed by amusement. And that was why he considered himself a dork at times. The slate male grunted at his own thoughts for no particular reason and finally ventured toward a tell-tale crevice in the trunk of the gigantic flora. It was a natural crevice, a natural in-stepping curve into the trunk, just wide enough for him to squeeze his shoulders through with an uncomfortable feeling that he might never manage it back out. But once through the gauntlet, the gap opened, revealing a hollow compartment nearly But what always struck him about the incredible structure of this tree, were the grooves that spiraled from the floor around the inner wall and up to the branches scores of feet above. But these grooves were so like stairs, that it seemed almost unnatural. As if a Guardian had personally carved the steps so that mortal wolves too, could view the sun setting above the treetops and branches far above. He started the familiar climb carefully, reverently almost. The feeling that pooled in his stomach was something akin to trespassing for he felt as if he was climbing un-invited to a deity's tree house, the doormat a red velvet stairway upon which he stood. The Emperor shivered, shook his head over the height he had already attained, and climbed passed his last plume of steam, glancing back as it fell behind and below. So speaks the lord of the West

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[Natalya Noir]

The ivory female lay with her crimson paws outstretched as she watched the clouds drift by. Her crimson tipped ears swiveled as she watched with sapphire blue orbs. It was strange she had been named the First Knight upon entering the pack but had strangly only met Korso once. For her first meeting she found the steel male enchanting and quickly began to like the kind male. She had been dreaming of the day when she would once again meet this handsome male. She had been captivated by the formal sweetheart that had so graciously accepted her into his pack.

It was strange she had never found herself enchanted by another male so quickly. Her large yet sleek and beautiful form was stretched upon the tree branch as she watched the clouds. SHe was day dreamer but hated bright light so she stayed a bit back in the cover of the leaves. It was her favorite spot to stay during the daylight hours when she was not patrolling to keep herself entertained. This tree was one of her favorite places. SHe had yet to discover the dens so she had decided this tree for now would be her home.

[Korso Foxe]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2hp10yg.png] It grew colder the higher he climbed. But it wasn't much further until the "stairs" stopped, branches spread before his paws, warm in the sunlight, perfect perches to look out across the hills and t=valleys, trees and grasslands. The mountains rose in the nearby distance, the river hidden by foothills, the same with Serenity Valley. The male placed one paw on the branch that spread straight out, a huge beam with room enough for two average sized wolves to walk abreast without too much fear of gravity. But it wasn't a straight pathway; the walkway curved slightly, other branches just as wide crossing it's path over or under, a web-work of paths. And high above was the canopy, below; the twisted roots arching above the earth. Korso smiled a little, marveling in the grand scale of it all. His dark paws drew him along a branch leading off to the side, winding his way around the trunk, sometimes venturing out along a branch to hop down onto a crossing walkway in the direction he needed, sometimes back tracking and making a daring jump up over a gap of a couple feet, butterflies in his stomach every time he looked down before hand. From then on, he forced himself to stop looking down. But he only managed to for perhaps half way around and up a few feet when he stumbled onto another pack member reveling in the tree's majesty. But then, stumbled was the wrong verb...something more along the lines of jumped-down-next-to-and-nearly-fell-off-in-surprise. But the slate lord managed to recover himself in a timely manner, timely enough to get over his shock at another wolf being present (after all, there were pack members around, other wolves did indeed exist) to register that his back foot was slipping. Aware of this, he scrambled for better purchase on the branch, backing up a bit to give the both of them space. "My apologies," he said, still slightly flustered, "I suppose I was not observing my surroundings." He recognized her as his First Knight-Nataly? No...Natalya? Maybe? Yeah, that sounded right. So speaks the lord of the West

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[Natalya Noir]

Natalya had been startled as the steely alpha landed almost on top of her, scaring her enough she slid side ways on the branch and almost off she extended her claws and dug deep into the bark to keep herself from sliding off to the far off ground. Well graceful wasn't exactly her middle name but hey she had other great qualities. She dug in with her laws pulling herself back up to stand on the branch she shook her ivory pelt, Her bloody gloved legs clung to the branch as she still dug her claws in.

Her crimson tipped ears twitched as the steely alpha spoke to her. "Oh its alright Korso. No harm done I guess thats a perk of having retractable claws, you can dig into things and climb." She smiled tilting her head her piercing sapphire eyes watching the male. He was truly gorgeous, and she had fallen for him the first day they had met. He was s kind and seemed so loyal to his pack it was truly something for her.

She was pulled from her thoughts as Korso spoke again. "Oh no really its alright Korso. Please don't worry about it its nothing compared to life before coming to live in your wondrous lands." She smiled slightly hoping she was catching his attention. "I'm truly loving being here, A wonderful place to sleep as I have yet to find the dens so this tree has truly been glorious, but its not as glorious as being in the presence of one so handsome and loyal as you Korso." She smiled, yes she was making a move on the alpha he was gorgeous and a complete sweetheart what was wrong with her making a move on him? Nothing that she could see.

[Korso Foxe]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2hp10yg.png] He found himself caught by her slender, yet elegant figure, bat-like in her appearance, but nothing was ugly about it. He fur, her eyes, her legs, even her claws and her ears were almost exotic. But that wasn't a hard feat, seeing as she was a Felinal and he was a simple Aristocratic. Everything was exotic to him. But truth be told, he liked it that way. No male could deny it, and he was not strong enough to even care to try. So he was easy to catch. He was a hell of a lot harder to keep. He did his best not to blush, accepting her words of admiration with a nod much more blank than he would have liked. "Handsome" caught him off guard and he felt himself pitch forward, only able to throw off that momentum with a shake of his head, covering as he shifted his weight faintly. It wasn't often he heard such word spoke in that tone. It reminded him of his past mate. But he wasn't thinking about her then. He was thinking about Natalya and how much he knew about her. It wasn't much of a file, just that she could have a fowl temper, yet helped other to a fault. Like him. Though most times, his help first, ask questions later policy worked in his favor. Usually. "The dens," he started, stopped, swore silently at himself, started again. "The dens are in the valley, eas-west, west of here." Korso found that he couldn't control his voice and that bothered him. But then, he figured he might as well turn the conversation back, rather than avoid it. Besides, she was willing. "Don't you think 'handsome' is a little inappropriate? Besides, what am I going to call you?" Flirting, but she had started it and when a beautiful female was going to push that direction, as a male, it wasn't very polite to say no. So speaks the lord of the West

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[Natalya Noir]

A slight grin played over her Ivory muzzle as he told where the dens were. "In the valley I see that quiet a ways from here." Her comment was cut short by his next sweet and flirty comment. "Well then How about Gorgeous, Wonderful, Sweet, kind and Handsome then? Call me whatever you like as long as its your voice saying it." She smiled her sapphire eyes glittering as moved forwards closer to him lowering her ivory head slightly, Her crimson tipped ears folding back lightly in a flirty playful manner.

"Perhaps we could take a walk in valley under the starry sky?" Her proposition was sweet and flirty as her lithe body neared closer to him. Her claws retracted into crimson gloved legs. It was clear was quiet well versed in flirting with him, it was also clear she had a full head over paws crush on her alpha.

[Korso Foxe]

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[atrb=background,http://i46.tinypic.com/2hp10yg.png] He realized too late that she hadn't really wanted to know where the dens were. Oh, she liked knowing, liked the idea of going there eventually, but not alone. No, she was more interested in him. Ambitious. But that was as far as the ambition thoughts went. He soon became more concerned with how unambitious he was. Or rather, how unambitious he shouldn't be. It was easy to see how intoxicated she was with the idea of courting him. Her Alpha. When he'd been a regular wolf in a pack, he recalled that females tended to be very conserved about playing how obviously they wanted to mate with their leader. But then, single Alphas did pull all the attention. It seemed it was a universally acknowledged truth that a single wolf in possession of such good fortune as a pack must be searching for a mate. Korso, therefore, as the brother of an Alpha, had had trouble finding any female in the pack who looked at him with love other than the brother they all considered him. Se he'd been left to search elsewhere for a mate. And of course, the daughter of a neighboring Alpha, Silt, had to be the one female to capture his heart. She had so many suitors already...it was like he was lost in the ocean treading water, hoping an island might find him instead of the other way around. So was this how Natalya felt? Treading water, knowing there would be other females just as ambitious to gain his attention? Was that why she opened up so early? Unfortunately, he didn't know the answers to these questions. And at the moment, the Emperor was very certain he wanted to. He was in an awkward position of his life. He wanted to find love, but hated when others found him for it. He was used to being the one to do the courting, just as he had with Silt. So when others came to him, he was startled. Polite and still willing, but once again treading water. Thinking of water while sitting in a tree was no something he thought one should be going. The alpha held his ground, or rather, tree limb, as she moved closer, scenting her flirtatious invitations, not quite certain how he wanted to deal with them. He wasn't opposed to taking a walk with her or even flirting, but he was opposed to creating intimate relationships under an hour. "In that case, I am all ears, Beautiful." He actually found it amusing she liked his voice. Most females obsessed about his voice, which was uncomfortable, but he always took it as the compliment they meant. Come to that, he voice was lovely too, very light and very much used to flirting. He wasn't sure he liked that thought. "'Walk by moonlight' girl, are you? Tell me this though," he bent down a little, playfully and whispered, "You really just want me alone to listen to my voice, don't you." He kept his face straight, but his eyes gave away his mirth. So speaks the lord of the West

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