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VALONIA APH

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~ Silent was the cool morning that Valonia awoke... just any other day to be sure. She blinked a few times and glanced around her little hovel, scoffing softly at the lodgings that her brother had placed her in. Oh... the mental-mention of her brother sent a wild surge of pain and loss through her little body, bringing tears to her eyes for a moment before the feeling left as suddenly as it had come. She wasn't here to weep for her brother, as he would, no doubt, be back before long. Still, she missed the sound of his steady breathing and the dull thump of his beating heart. The little burrow they had dug for themselves seemed cold and empty without the mass of burgundy fur that was Lazarus. Sighing and licking her little pink nose, Val tried to wake herself up further. Today was a day for a meander, no? With Lazarus out and about, she would be free to take herself for a little walk around the area. Of course she wouldn't stray too far from her home... but just enough to stretch her legs and greet some of the little flowers that lived nearby, no?

Val wanted to explore this little place that Lazarus had picked out. He'd, obviously, scouted the terrain before he'd come to pick her up during the night. It only made sense that she was moved at night, rather than in the middle of the day... people were liable to see her if she strut around in broad daylight! Of course, her proposed excursion put her at risk of being seen.. but what was life without a little bit of a risk now and then? With a small smile, Val crawled out of the small burrow and shook out her fur. A light mist was draped across the ground like a moist ethereal blanket. It felt nice and cooling against her dainty paws. The girl couldn't supress a giggle of joy as she stretched softly, raising her hindquarters in the air and wagging her tail about. "I wonder how many birds there must be around here," Valonia wondered aloud as she pranced across the little clearing and sniffed softly at the base of a tree. A good many, indeed! The air was positively overrun with the pleasant melodies from all varieties of birds.

The lady felt as though trapped in one of her brother's wonderful stories that he so often told to her... There was just so much green! Nearly everything around her was such a pretty shade of emerald. Tail waggling furiously, Valonia darted about, sniffing everything two or three times before she finally decided that she had seen everything there was to see in this small copse. In a moment of wild rashness, the girlie burst out of the clearing, and stood a while outside of her brother's protected zone. Her chest heaved with surprise at her small kind of disobedience; such thrills and tremblings all up and down her legs! Valonia couldn't move for all of a minute before she giggled softly and darted around, once again trapped by her strangely euphoric attitude.

After a few minutes of mindless running about, Val settled down in the dewy grass in the midst of a small patch of bright red flowers, her energy very much spent. She sighed happily, not thinking much about how angry Lazarus would be with her when she found her way home, just content to be surrounded by her flowers. Often the little girl would imagine that her flowers whispered to her softly, calling her name with their little petals. They told her stories and sang her funny songs and made her feel at home among them. Laz was her brother and her love... but he couldn't take away the special place that flowers had in her heart. Something about their innocent beauty nearly made her want to weep sometimes! The little pink nose gently brushed a petal with a tender smile. Flowers and Lazarus alike, however, couldn't fill the space in her stomach. She longed to meet a creature like her! Many a day was spent in daydreams about when she might meet her prince-charming, just like in her brother's stories. How long would she have to wait until Lazarus would take her back among her own people? ~

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CRASH AND BURN

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Indeed, the twins had seprated. Oh gosh? Why such a circumstance? Fire? Murder? Flood? What could seperate such two alike souls? Ah, the lust for adventure, and to face it, sometimes they annoyed one another. Crash wanted to go left and Burn right, and acknowledging their different views went their own way. That's not to say that Burn didn't miss his brother, who pointed out that he was older, and therefore wiser, for he did. And he was sure that Crash did as well.

Yet Burn, the youngest by mere seconds, shook his heads of brotherly thoughts away. He crashed through the thickets and bushes, not caring, well, not caring yet about sound and who would hear and who would not. Who would find him, let alone attack him in such a dense forest? Besides, who wouldn't be stricken by such botanical beauty?

Whoa, topic changer but it was true. Crash liked the fireflies and the multi-colored birds with brightly colored wings and feathers. But Burn liked the emerald shaded grass and the swivling tree tops and the flowers that seemed to whisper between the plants, and for once Burn could be the third wheel and he didn't mind it at all.

A chitter reached his ears and he turned, stiff, tense. What was that? On the floor. His nose shivered comically and his eyes widened. A little adventure to share with Crash later, something to make him laugh. Turning sharply he bounded after the strange sound, with flashes of brown just above his eyes. Scents flew pas this nose as the pale red streak focused on the target on hand. And then, he saw it, quivering amongst some flowers, with wide eyes. hello my little friend. thank you for your entertainment. He purred, crouching down low before pouncing as he seen so many creatures. And the squirrel/rat raised it's arms in surrender..

and flew. Flew away. Eyes swiveling on his head, he turned his neck before his out-stretched paws hit the floor, causing him to stumble through the flower bushes, head over paws in a gasp, before hitting the floor with such force that it knocked the air from his ribs, leaving him laying there. i neva' seen a flyin' squirrel befor' He muttered, still dazed and breathless.

[ooc;] what an entrance!
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VALONIA APH

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~ The rustle of leaves and the various sounds of the forest beat against the walls of Valonia's silent-retreat, but they didn't bother her. She was too enraptured with the lovely little blossoms that surrounded her on all sides! The little blue ones that barely cleared the earth; the tall orange ones that nearly towered over her as she lay; the lovely white ones with the little tentacles that reached from their throats, almost beckoning her -- Ears flicked softly as Val froze in place, her nose nearly inside a patch of pinkish-red flowers, and her eyes darted to the source of the sound. Had she not been so deep in her thoughts, she might've been able to recall what had just startled her. Frowning softly, the wolfess lifted her head, worry and fear tainting her expression. Whatever creature that owned the sound might be something bigger than her... or something hungry. A low whine escaped Valonia's lips as she tried, desperately, to remember what she had heard. Curse her silly daydreams! Perhaps now would be a good time to slink back, undiscovered, to her burrow? If Lazarus was back already, she would gladly exchange his anger for whatever was stalking her, just out of sight. "Yes," Val murmured softly, her wide and frightened eyes never leaving the fringe of her clearing.

A half-moment later, a large figure broke through the emerald curtain of leaves and dove straight for her. Valonia barely stifled a shriek of horror as she felt the adrenaline begin coursing through her, as rock feels the waves that beat on it. The entire world seemed to be trapped in slow-motion; every detail around her was pristine and clear, except for the enigma that was diving for her. The girl could think of only two options: to run, or to hide? Of course, the foremost was far smarter, but nigh impossible. How was she do dart away when the creature was flying at her so quickly? In desperation, Val lurched downward, immersing herself in a veil of poignant flowers in hopes that the monster would pass her by. With all her strength, the girl clutched at the earth with her claws, and clamped her eyes shut. The last thing she wanted was to see whatever abomination was about to kill her. As the world seemed to return to normal-pace, the lass couldn't help but feel sorry for Laz. The poor boy would be waiting and waiting for her to come home... and she never would. And she would never get to apologize for disobeying him.

The impact of the creature's foot knocked all the air from Val's lungs, causing her to whine and gasp a little, involuntarily. Then... it was quiet. Valonia could hear the thunder of her own heart in the silence, and the little gasps she would give as she tried, in vain, to inhale. It seemed to stretch on for hours... and yet... the feel of teeth on her skin never came! Perhaps the monster had breezed past her? Nay, that couldn't be the case... she could hear the thing's heartbeat and breath as it hovered somewhere near her. Oh, why did it prolong the moment? Why on earth didn't it just snap her up; end her quick and easily? Her initial bravery and feeling of martyrdom began to drain from her body, and Valonia felt herself began to tremble violently in fear. Every moment from the creature created a symphony of swishing noises, so it was easy enough to tell when he shifted his position... and Val cringed a bit more each time. "I neva' seen a flyin' squirrel befor',"

Valonia felt her eyes open in surprise. What on earth? A surge of impudent indignation erupted in the girlie's mind. She was no flying squirrel! If this monster was about to eat her, he might as well know what exactly he was about to dine on! However much she wanted to, the girl couldn't find the will to correct him though... he very well could just wound her for her ignorance. Swallowing down bile, Valonia slowly raised her head until she could just see over the tops of the flowers. The sight that met her eyes was the strangest she'd ever seen. The enormous paws of a large wolf were just dangling in the air, connected to a perfect mammoth of a male! Had she really mistaken a wolf for some kind of beast that wanted to eat her? Val's humour was nearly matched by her outrage. How dare he take to frightening her that way! What a callus brute! Scowling darkly at the stranger, Val maintained her position in the flowers, still partially hoping that the wolf would bound away the same way he had come in; quickly. ~

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CRASH AND BURN
or maybe just burn

The impact had really jostled the poor fellow, but as he replayed the whole thing in his mind, Burn started to bet the squirrel was just playing with him, that the wings were his trump card. Tricked by a squirrel, oh how Crash would tease him relentlessly for it.

With an ungraceful roll to his feet, staggering before shaking his fur from any unpleasantries from his fur. Mostly grass and dirt that had stuck to his thick coat when he went flying face first into the forest floor. Turning on his paws, he nibbled at the dirt in his tail, unwanted clumps and blades of grass, then moving upwards, knowing he would have to revist the river if he wanted to keep up his devilishly handsome look.

Yet when the single twin raised his eyes to look around, no one was here, just himself. Worrying over his vanity, when there is no-one there to see it. Only the birds could see him, and he doubted that they would chatter needlessly about his cluminess and unclean pelt. With a flick of his ears, he saw what he had stumbled into, a rather beautiful place with orange flowers that reached for the sky and some rather strange ones that dotted the floor.

He softened like clay and with a teased grin, he observed the array, stepping away from where he crashed. what a botanical beauty you are. He murmered, wondering if he should bring a few specimens to Crash, or perhaps bring him here. Both loved beautiful things. Still sniffing the flowers, he walked along until.. oh what? Ears? The teasing grun grew larger and his eyes sly with new motivation. With a few bounds to the small eyes that layered in the grass he grinned. The wolf who remained crouched in the grass was another thing of beauty, with dark grey fur and colored orange and red. The whole array blended the stranger in with almost complete certainty, for she even smelled some what like the flora, if she had remained crouched low, he might've sniffed right over here.

Oh ho! Looks like it rained cats and dogs... And one took seed right here! He let out a large low laugh, still chuckling when he turned his back on the flowers and the wolf, brown eyes wandering around the scenery. Nice place ya got 'ere miss. Ope you don't mind me.. er 'crashing' 'ere for awhile. He laughed once more at his pun, for it seemed impossible for her to miss the lovely entrance, and if she did, she could tell from the large skid marks in the floor.

[ooc;] i have a feeling he's going to be making lame jokes like this for a long time. >_>
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VALONIA APH

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~ The girl trembled softly as she felt her irritation at the strange wolf slip from her mind. Really, it didn't seem as though he was bent on seeking her out and eating her. Perhaps he had leapt into her peaceful clearing on accident... maybe while hot on the trail of some other kind of game? Ah! That must've been what he was talking about with his little bit about the flying squirrel? A slight smile tampered with Val's lips as she pondered her own foolishness. And here she had thought him stupid enough to think her a squirrel! of course, the girl's mirth soon fled as well, returning her to the anxiety at being in the presence of a wolf that wasn't Lazarus. She desperately prayed that this wolf wouldn't notice her, as he hadn't seen fit to do so yet. If he left without seeing her, hunkered down in the brush as she was, then she might salvage the situation. What was she to do if this wolf decided he wanted to rough her up a little? The only fights she'd ever been in were with Laz! There could be no question that he would dominate her in a matter of moments if it came down to a legitimate fight.

A small smile curled her lips once more as the stranger spoke again, his rich voice making her giddy for some reason. Did he honestly think her clearing lovely? Such joy his small compliment instilled in her! Had she really found another wolf that shared her affection for beautiful flora? In that instant, any remnants of her terror were wiped away, only to be replaced by kindred-affection and curiosity. The male was enjoying himself; sniffing the flowers... and gently drifting toward her. The idea of bursting from her hiding place and streaking toward home was beginning to look a great deal more attractive now. What would happen if he found her? Yet again, Val found herself bedecked with tremors and fears. Every manner of question containing "what if" flooded her brain in an instant. Of course, the instant she made up her mind to flee the clearing and pray to the gods that the stranger was too surprised to give chase... He smiled.

Valonia had little less than an instant to prepare for the stranger's advance. To surprised to even move, the lass cringed slightly, but remained where she was... and glanced up at him. Her pose couldn't be more intimidating than a cowering-pup was, but she seemed completely unable to so much as utter a sound. For more than a few long moments, the pair of wolves simply stared at each other. Val knew that this wolf, what with his smirk and the confidence that he exuded, was obviously not the least be apprehensive of her, and any kinds of "power" that she might have. His ignorant supposings were correct, however... and Val knew that she wouldn't even be able to bluff to that end. "Oh ho! Looks like it rained cats and dogs... And one took seed right here!"

What this wolf meant to say -either that she was like a flower in some kind of respect, or that she had randomly appeared, or that she seemed so low to the ground that he might mistake her for a plant- was as good a mystery as anything... but the laugh that came tumbling from his lips was nearly as enchanting as his demeanor. Val couldn't help the little smile that curved her lips for a few seconds. Whether he had meant to or not, the lassie had to admit that she was somewhat charmed with this stranger... even though he quickly turned away from her and glanced around the little clearing. Well, that was certainly a bit rude. Valonia raised an eyebrow softly and felt safe enough to raise her head just a little, so that her eyes were peeking over the tops of the orange flowers... just enough to safely watch the stranger. In response to his teasing-question, the girl didn't do much other than clear her throat lightly and nod. Of course she didn't trust herself to speak! Gods knew that she'd probably let her voice crack, and embarrass herself! ~

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Burn couldn't help but wonder what made the stranger so frightened, so cautious. What she could possibly scared of? He looked at his paws and torso as he walked, ears flicking. He was rather large, but he was the same porportions, just like Crash, so he hadn't noticed. But couldn't she see he was handsome? With a devilishly handsome smile and thick red coat, yet slim. Maybe it was the eyes. damn! he snapped his ears back, annoyed. Burn believed that it was the eyes that made him so unattractive. They were a plain brown and now, he would have to face the price.

He looked over his shoulder, only to frown, looking hurt and with his tail tucked in between his legs like a whipped pup, he sighed. it's always the eyes. But pushing his only fault away, he straightened himself up so he towered over the female with a raised eyebrow. Not much of a talker are ya? He waited, not sure if she would answer or not, so he continued. Sure is makin' this conversation one-sided. No matter. He let out a sigh before walking through the flowers, careful where he stepped before sweeping his tail like a brush before sitting.

He looked over to her, and laughed. It's funny ya know, 'cause usually i'm not a much of talker. Me brother Crash usually is the talker. He's me twin. I betcha if 'e were here, he'd 'ave you talkin' in no time. To tell ya the truth, he's got much prettier eyes than me. Another sigh, for it was the eyes that seprated them. Not height not build, but the eyes. Burn's were a shade lighter, and rather dull no matter how hard he laughed. But Crash's were darker with a deep twinkle that never went away. He was exetremely jealous but accepted it as a fact of life. Sometimes, their older brother, who was cruel and unjust, said that they were lucky to be born, yet she..

She was born lucky. She had calming purple eyes, like lilacs really. Her cheeks dotted with red, shades lighter and darker than the red that coated her forehead and ears. Me name's Burn. He said with a teasing smile before narrowing his eyes before towering over the still shy wolf. Summing her up. They were labelers, his brother and Burn, things like personality and looks. She was delicate and quiet, a silent beauty. He almost wished he was the one in the grass and she was the one talking, but alas, he was the oppisite. if ya ain't gonna introduce yaself, I'll just call you 'butterfly' He paused before adding another name. or moth. Which do you like?

[ooc;] oy vey.
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VALONIA APH

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~ It was strange to watch this new male pace a few steps from her, and, seemingly, go through an extreme mental debate over one thing or another. His head drooped, and his walk was slow and plodding... and then, without any sort of warning, he snapped his ears backward in irritation, and his little walk came to an abrupt halt. Valonia couldn't help but frown softly, already feeling sorry for the stranger, and wished there was something she could've done to make him feel better. It seemed obvious now that he meant no harm, right? The lassie raised her head a bit more, the bottom of her chin was brushing the tips of the tall orange flowers now. How silly she must've looked! A levitating head in the middle of a sea of flowers, no? However, the stranger underwent another dramatic change in posture and attitude: He glanced back at her and frowned in a heart-wrenchingly hurt way, and his tail was tucked between his legs.

Val whined quietly at his words, unable to express her sorrow in another way. But, before she could muster up the courage to ask what had made him sad, the stranger changed the subject once more. "Not much of a talker, are ya?" Ha! If only this boy could've seen her in a different light, he'd be surprised at how wrong he was! Valonia knew, as she'd been reprimanded again and again by Lazarus for it, that she talked way too much. It was just that her voice seemed to have left her. Of course, she'd never spoken to another wolf before... the experience had, thus far, been frightening. "Sure is makin' this conversation one-sided." The girl flicked an ear and blinked softly, watching the male meander through the flowers, picked and choosing where each paw would fall. For a brief moment, Val was filled with gratitude. It was amazing to know that this wolf had some respect for the poor flowers that surrounded them. A warm smile tugged at her lips for a while, that didn't fade all the way when he glanced over at her and laughed a bit.

His voice had such a lovely baritone ring to it, it was almost enchanting to sit and listen to him. Val listened attentively to his little explanation, particularly to the part of his brother. So, he had a brother as well? A second pair of alikenesses! It was interesting to ponder what, exactly, this stranger's brother Crash had that might make the stranger consider him a better talker. As it happened, Valonia had a hard time imagining someone talking better than her handsome companion. Ears cocked in curiosity as the stranger sighed again, and lapsed deep into reflection. Poor thing, there was obviously something troubling him... Val wanted to find out what it was, and somehow console him.He looked so sweet and kind, it was unfair that he had issues that bothered him so! Slowly, the girlie raised herself so that she was sitting upright, even though she still had to look up into the he-wolf's face as he towered over her and looked her little body over.

As the stranger introduced himself as Burn, Valonia smiled softly. His eyes were beautiful! She frowned softly, puzzled. What on earth was he talking about? The lovely little sienna vortexes that, in return, zoomed all over her body. He was obviously sizing her up, no doubt labeling her as a the little weakling she was. It was Val's time to sigh softly, then flick her ears as Burn spoke once more. Unable to control herself, the little girl giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with mirth. Of course Butterfly was a much prettier name than Moth, even if she wasn't half as lovely as the plainest butterfly. "I think I would prefer 'Butterfly'... but I will introduce myself, if you'd like," Val smiled softly, "My name is Valonia, but Laz usually calls me Val." There! That was simple enough! Val grinned softly, unable to contain her elation that she'd managed to speak, in full sentences no less, to this Burn-wolf. And, quite without thinking, the girl reached up and touched her nose to Burn's, looking straight into his eyes and murmured, "And I think your eyes are beautiful, you shouldn't be ashamed of them." ~

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CRASH AND BURN
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Maybe she was mute. Perhaps that why she wouldn't speak. It was an option, a reason but Burn prayed that it wasn't so. He would seem like an incompentent asshole if that happened, and being an asshat was not a charming trait. If she was mute, what he could to do make it more pleasant, for the both of them?

He sighed and looked at the female with dull eyes. Oh really? I suppose that Butterfly is a nice name but Moth is nice too. I mean Moths have a way of flitterin' everywhere.. or do you think they flutter? He asked, still talking as the voice suddenly made contact with his brain.

His eyes popped and his jaw dropped before he skidded backwards. You can talk! And then he realized where he was standing and when he looked to his paws he could see the some of the poor flowers that his large paws had squished. Grimacing and making a panicked sound in the back of his throat, he crouched down, trying to unbend the bent stalk of a poor flower. He patted the ground in an effort of being graceful but still it drooped. Jus' think healin' thought, little buddy. He murmered, giving it a few reassuring pats before standing upright, frowning.

Ya really oughta warn me befor' ya do that whole surprisin' thing. Or jus' wait until i can't injure flowers no more. He said gruffly, his grammar inexcusable, but far too flustered to care. Alright, so what had happened? He had shown himself as stupid, big-headed male. Clumsy too, which was completelywrong. He could hear his brother laugh at him, but also scold him. They were to be seen as gods, heroes and yet here he stood, not a hero but a big-footed clod.

.. with beautiful eyes. His ears pricked forward and he couldn't help but turn away shyly, like he did when he a pup, and not the older man he was today. shucks, your'e jus' sayin' that. But the thought pleased him, making the past moment of insecurity wither away. His only fault was apparently beautiful and fed his dying ego, lifting his spirits. He grinned happily, tail wagging with satisfaction before he bowed low, still smiling. Not nearly as beautiful as yours, Valonia. Tis honor to be in your prescence. Inside, he was jumping for joy. Could this clumsy clod turn out to be a hero? After this little lady, or Valonia, fit the bill of being a damsel. And no doubt in distress as well, innocent, shy, beautiful. It was like the stories that fueled both brother's way of life, their reason for living.

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VALONIA APH

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~ The girlie watched in subtle fascination as Burn seemed to disregard her words, and continued to just stare at her with those forlorn eyes as if nothing had happened. Had he honestly not heard a word she'd said? Val blinked slowly, and tilted her head without thinking about it. He was silently appraising her, almost measuring her out again. What could he possibly be thinking now? Maybe he'd been expecting something much more eloquent and graceful to flee her lips once she'd finally spoken. Perhaps he was disappointed with her, and was reconsidering eating her? Valonia blanched visibly as she considered this, and offered a silent prayer to the gods as she waited and watched Burn for any sign of what was going on in his brain.

As the silence was finally broken, the lass sighed in relief. Well, it seemed as though he had decided to continue speaking with her, rather than eating her... It also meant that he had heard what she had said. Interesting, it didn't seem to have any affect on him. Val had thought that, once she'd finally spoken, he'd have some kind of different reaction.. maybe a dramatic one. It just had seemed like he'd been under the impression that she couldn't even speak in the first place. Hmm, maybe she'd misjudged him on that count? Violet eyes glanced around the clearing once or twice before snapping back to Burn's pretty face as he asked her a question. "I suppose that they do both? I'm not entirely sure that flittering and fluttering are completely different words to begin with.," Such was always the way with words, no? Many things had more than one name, and so what was to stop moths from fluttering about, but their flutters to be called flitters? Flutters and flitters, such a wonderfully cute little conversation they were having! Laz must be wrong about the world... it couldn't be as bad as he said.

Valonia flinched again, and dove back into the flowers involuntarily, as Burn let his jaw drop and leapt backwards. What on earth had scared him so violently? Adrenaline pumped through her little body once more, causing her breath to come in great gasps... this day had not been kind to her nerves. Still buried in the flowers, the little girl found herself looking around the clearing, trying to find the beastie that must've frightened her companion to the point of-- "You can talk!" The wolfess turned back to look at Burn with wide eyes, still breathing heavily in her fear. Val watched silently, still attempting to get a handle on herself, as Burn whined and tried to repair a little flower his sudden backward leap had hurt. This little bit of time allowed Val to take a deep breath, and slowly come back to her senses. He must've done that just to scare her out of her wits! There was nothing to even be afraid of!

Indinance welled in the girls throat as Burn turned around to reprimand her for frightening him. What on earth had she done to scare him so badly? A sullen pout twisted Valonia's lips as she scowled darkly at brun for a moment, then answered him, "I didn't mean to frighten you.. but you're scaring me just as much, if not more," Her poor nerves were probably fried senseless. How on earth was she supposed to explain to Laz, if he came home tonight, why she was a bundle of flinches and jumps? This was going to take some days to repair. Sighing softly, and reminding herself that she was perfectly safe, Val rose from the flower bed, and sneezed softly, rubbing her nose with a forepaw. "Of course I'm not, they're a lovely colour, Burn," Val raised an eyebrow skeptically. Did he really think that she was lying to him? That was interesting... seeing as how they hadn't even known each other long enough to really categorize that way. The lass couldn't help but smile softly as she saw Burn grin at her, and then giggle quietly as he bowed to her. "The feeling is mutual, Burn," Val murmured with a smile and an elegant dip of her head. ~

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CRASH AND BURN

or maybe just burn

He paused, still startled out of her jump. What? Did she honestly think he did that for fun? Uh, no. Besides, only lean, stick like wolves could jump in the air like he did and look like graceful. The gentle giant, with feet that crush a rock. His ears flickered with embaressment at the thought.

my apoligies, miss valonia. He said smoothly, looking back at the purple wolf. He let out a low chuckle and smiled brightly. After all, Crash always said a good smile could easily get you out fo trouble. Let's just say I scared you, you scared me and all's forgiven.

Valonia had startled him with her voice. It wasn't that is unpleasant, it was lovely, like bells or chimes. But she had remained silent for so long, that the mere fact she could speak surprised Burn. And when Burn jumped up from shock, he had only scared her deeper into the flowers. Now if Crash were here, he would smooth over his brother's disposition, or maybe even knew of Valonia's ability to speak, therefore he would have saved him form humiliation. Oh, he was certainly a twit without his older brother's company.

He laughed more loudlly this time, as she continued to support her compliment. I guess dirt brown is nice color. Now, now, sweetheart. No need to be polite with mah, I ain't so much a stickler for manner like me bruther. Burn paused. It was true, Crash was quite hung over fancy words and manners, something about it being more attractive. Whoever killed a polite wolf? Or so said Crash, and that was true. But Burn couldn't help but doubt his brother, only a tiny bit. But he refused to let it eat him up, after all, Crash was all he had, and they stuck together, when everyone else betrayed them. Betray them, before they betray us. As much as Valonia appeared to be trustworthy, silent and quiet. Burn would not open himself, not that quickly.

With large eyes, Burn tilted his head in thought. Nao, watcha pretty lass like ya, doin' all alone?