Mine and my sisters job

I grin and wag my blazing tail at my sister, Ryder. In glad we could get the same job. I topple her over, nipping at her snout. My fur blew slightly, looking like the flicker of flames. My eyes darted around, and I got off of her watching the entrance of the den. My auds swivel forward, alert. I shake my thick crimson fur and sit down on my haunches.

{Ralf entering}
Ralf looks down at his feet, thinking if he should be here or not. His ear twitched to the sound of Atlanta's calming voice and Cortez's playful noises as he plays with his sister. Ralf smiles thinking of poppy and Rainie. His heart skipped a beat. Ralf started to walk forward again, towards the two wolves. He shook himself awake, pawing towards atlanta slowly. "Hello m'dear" Barked Ralf with a soothing bark. He smiled waiting for a reply from Atlanta.

(OOC: Sorry it's short...)

I keep an eye on ralf as he says 'M'dear' to Atlanta then realize this wolf might not be like Stefan. I shook my crimson charred fur of the dust shadowing it an nodded at Atlanta. M'dear I am just checking to see if anyone is hurt right now. Of course, I'm also checking on my sisI said gently, smiling. My fiery tail was lifted off the ground as I walk up to Atlanta, butting her head gently. He then looks over to Ralf, a grin crossing his crimson lips. It was a friendly grin, a teasing yet happy one.

(So sorry, Can’t reply right now, Love you all darlings)

(Awww ok! )

I'll try to post at five my time.) Alaska Standard Time

( which is in how many hours?)

Three hours I think, sorry Cortez. :/)

( I might be on.... Got school today. ill for sure be on in 11 hours which for me is 3:30 pm. Bye Atlanta.)

[OOC: I hope you all know that on Dathir we do not accept role playing posts less then 7 sentences. So those who are doining small posts, yes, I mean you Atlanta, and you Ralf, better watch out. ]

The fiery god shook his large head, barely knowing what the goddess meant. He inferred she was questioning his statement, but rather how she meant it he did not know. He would flick his auds two or three times before he nipped at Atlanta's ear, gently. He curled his tail over his back and his front legs slid to the ground, stretching. As he brought himself back into standing position, his muscles rippled. He flicked his fiery gaze to Ralph, looking for an answer. He would flick his attention back to Atlanta eventually, smiling. He had known her for a while, but no not long enough. He wasn't going to push her into being his mate, he was going to wait, like a gentleman. His optics scanned hers, staying there for a lifetime.

My eyes seem to plant themselves on Ralf, watching his every move. Ever since Stefan, I have been over protective of Atlanta. I didn't want her to be snatched away from me so easily. I was scared. I was a lover not a fighter, but I would fight for the ones I loved. I simply sat there on my crimson haunches, watching. I looked back at my sister, grinning. For only that moment did I take my eyes off them. I let my front legs stretch out, laying down. I dozed off, but only for a few minutes and then turned my attention back to Atlanta and Ralf. My fur blew slightly in the wind, resembling the flicker of fire as it dances.

"Ralf, i'm really not in the mood for screwing around," Would echo Atlanta's voice as she turned around to look at Ralf. That was very true, she was not in the mood for a little fun at all, you would think since she's bored that she would want to play. The fatal Madonna lowered her slender figure to the ground, letting herself lay down. Atlanta shook her head slowly as she thought of as she called it, screwing around. The wolf would lay her head down on her taupe paws, and she curled her tail around her. The effeminate wolf began to fall asleep, asured nothing horrible would happen.


(So sorry for the wait and spelling errors... as Cortez knows I got eye surgery and couldn't rype earlier. Again so sorry)

The brute would crawl forward, not wanting to get up. He lay down beside Atlanta, curling his tail around hers. He had already closed his eyes and was slowly dozing off. When he woke up, something horrible happened. I would snarl at Atlanta, taunting her with my Spanish toungue. I got a smirk on my face, peeling my crimson lips back in an ugly smile, then I smiled gently and licked her head once, before laying beside her again. No no no! This couldn't happen around Atlanta again. If she fights me, or I get a hold of her when its happens..... I might accidentally badly hurt her. (Having also bloodlust)

He yawned and would look at her, smiling. He was wondering what his sister was doing but he didn't mind. His crimson fur blew ever so slightly, feeling comfortable. He got up and playfully growled at her, trotting off into the clearing of camp. He looked over his shoulder, seeing if she would come. He wanted to go hunting, feel the wind in his fur and the pounding of his paws. He would chase the elk and tire them, then of course he would bring them down. That was on his own. If he went hunting with Ralf and Atlanta, they would be able to you a better technique. He would chase the elk and tire it, Ralf could jump out and herd it, and Atlanta would wait in the bushes until the elk got close enough and she could ambush it. They would all bring the elk down, together. He woofed, Would you both want to go hunting? smiling in a friendly way to Ralf. He bowed, playfully to the ground, grinning. He flicked his ash stained tail, beckoning them to come with him.

“Oh, but of course,” Muttered Atlanta keeping a melodious tone as she stood to follow Cortez. A refreshing and quite alluring stature applies to Atlanta. How did this woman become such a luxury? That question easily applied to the Madonna once she was a yearling, she had grown into her pelt. She smells of an Arctic rose, her name fractioned from a great ocean and born so splendor makes her attractive to lots of males. Always so seductive, so alluring, so… wanted. Atlanta has crossed the path of many males, but only loved one. This woman can admit to many things, but there is one thing she won’t stand for.

~Atlanta Exit~

"Why not?" Smiled Ralf, following the wolves. Ralf wagged his tail exitedly. The scent of the air drew to his nostrills as he sniffed the air. He loved adventure and hunting, he would follow on, getting exited for more adventure. His muscular legs go in a patern of forward and follow. He walked by the side of the pair, still thinking about Vimur+Beinne. He shook it out of his mind as he kept on following. A smile drew upon his face as he thought it would be ok to become friends with Vimur wolves.

(OOC: Sorry it is short, I can't think and I'm leaving to go camping soon)

I so easily leap off, my body swallowed by the bushes. All you could have seen was his large, thick fiery tail. I looked back and stopped only to look back. My fur flew in the wind, never failing to look like dancing flames. His eyes shone a brilliant yellow, his smell of a desert cactus getting stronger. I smiled and thought of Atlanta and Ralf. He would never want Atlanta to leave him, he loved her so much. Everytime she's not with him he gets scared and instantly misses her. His paws stopped, waiting for them for a second. His paws started to carry him once again to the hunting grounds. He dug his back legs into the ground, pushing up and leaping over a log.
-Cortez Exits-

[ ralf m'dear, your a beinne so you cant rp in vimur territory unless invited.]