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[bg=765d51] It was night. To be fair though, it was always night where Anamora was concerned. Night was where she thrived. The forest, thick though it was, was black as pitch and afforded for brighter stars. The city was too thick with light pollution for her to properly enjoy them, and she was so fond of those bright points of light. Hmmm. Aquila is visible tonight. Lovely... She trailed off, snowy head turned skyward, studying the constellations. Ana's coat always shone like the stars at night, pure white, thick and silky. It was something her mother, wolf and wild-born through-and-through, was always so proud of. Her mother's own coat had been white, and though she had said it was nowhere near as pristine as Ana's, Ana had always found her mother devastatingly beautiful. Her father, however, was where she had inherited her eyes from, an unusual quality in a Shepherd. They were a strange, bright verdigris, and seemed to dance with her constant mirth and wonder. They were her defining feature, and suited her well. However, Ana was not a vain, or really even self aware creature, and did not notice such things about herself. She found beauty in the stars and the dark, and was content to leave it there. ----------------- John was feeling rather melancholy that night, for that night he was rather acutely aware that he was a ghost. In general, John didn't much mind being a ghost. It wasn't altogether different from being alive, really. He could still eat and sleep and talk and walk, and it provided no small measure of privacy, but he was just..... frustratingly unsubstantial, and tonight he was more aware of this fact than usual. Tonight - and he rather thought all nights, but tonight especially - Ana was looking lovelier than ever, and there was nothing he could do about it. It was a rather sad and hapless love affair. No doubt Ana could feel his moping. He couldn't feel it, of course, but she had commented more than once on the chill in the air whenever he was in a mood. It was not something he could seem to control, despite his efforts. Feeling okay, John? Ana had turned her head to study his profile. His shoulders were slumped, head low, and his limp was back. She knew him well enough to know something was bothering him. He just shook his head, trailing along beside her shoulder. 'M fine. Aside from his unfortunate infatuation, John got lonely. Ana seemed to be the only one who could see or hear him, and nice company as she was, he got lonely all the same. He truly missed conversation with a group. Talking, however, was something best left for the living, and John was more than well aware of his silent heart.

[YESTERDAY]

「 VANDAL 」
「 pretty boy swagg 」

He could hear her voice-sweet and velvety, clearly feminine-but he couldn't hear a reply. Hed heard a name... Joan, was it? 'No, she said John. Definately.' Vandal thought to himself, contemplating what to do. It was extremely dark outside considering it was nighttime. Surely, he couldn't leave the female alone, unprotected, and wandering around at night.

Vandal was sure to make sure he looked his best. He wished to make an impression. From just the sound of her voice the male could tell she was a pretty one. He finally stepped out of the shadows, jogging up from behind the female to slow down at her side, sure to keep a bit of distance between them. Instantly he knew he'd made the right decision. The female was slightly larger than him, but much more slim. Her coat was white without a scar in sight and her eyes were absolutely stunning against her coat. A sea green color that made Vandal think she just might be ou of his league, though only for a moment.

"Whats a beautiful lady like yourself doing out here without a bodyguard, dare I ask?"

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「 WORD-COUNT 」 187
「 TAGS 」 Ana & John
「 MUSE 」 eh..
「 COMMENTS 」 I'm guessing this is an open thread?

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[bg=765d51] anamora speaking ● anamora doing ● anamora thinking Anamora nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden voice. She had been so focused on the sky she hadn't seen the stranger approach. She took a moment to collect herself before replying. "Bodyguard? I wasn't aware we were anywhere dangerous...."

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She had only a moment to realize she'd been complimented when a sudden chill overcame her, and it had nothing to do with the night-time air. She repressed the urge to shiver, but even then she couldn't help the hairs on her back standing on end. It seemed John could have quite the presence when he wanted. Heaven help her if she knew why he was acting up though. Ana hoped it wouldn't scare off the stranger, she so rarely got to make friends. Others always... kept their distance. Even her littermates were distant. Yet somehow, she couldn't bring herself to be bothered. It's just who she was.

"I'm Anamora. What's your handle?"[/b] The remark was accompanied by all her usual charm, unaware of it though she was. A slight lopsided smile graced her lips.

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It took John all of a minute to realize he did not like this stranger one bit.

The first reason happened to be that he was that he was currently standing right through John's mid-section, and the second was that his whole countenance screamed heart-breaker.

In regards to the first - he may be a ghost but he damn well wasn't a puff of fog either. It was irrational - they couldn't see him after all - but it still irritated him that someone would occasionally step through him. Even after several years, the sensation was still bloody unnerving.

And as for the second - well, he wasn't about to let his sweetheart get herself hurt by her own naivete. Ana was smart, and yes, undeniably pretty, but she possessed a childlike innocence that would be all too easy to take advantage of.

John let his emotions chill the air, making a point to stand between Ana and the stranger, letting out tremory little growls in warning.

Ana shot him a wary sideways glance, but otherwise said nothing.

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NOTES:

Well, seems John is the jealous type!

[word count:] 366 (John: 182 // Ana: 184)
[muse:] I hadn't anticipated it, but exploding apparently

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[YESTERDAY]

「 VANDAL 」
「 pretty boy swagg 」

Anamora. It was a fitting name, though Vandal was sure he was being kept in the dark about something. The temperature had dropped dramatically within the last 40 seconds. He frowned at her, finally letting it sink in that she had asked for his name. "I go by Vandal and I prefer it to remain that way. Nicknames bug me." the Auksy let a smile creep upon his lips, taking in Anamora's beauty a moment longer.

Then it hit him. An intense feeling of hostile behavior. 'What the hell..? Vandal thought to himself, letting a faint growl erupt from his throat to fill the air. Instinctively his tail arched up above his back, his features alert as if he were in tune with everything. A quick analysis of he air using his nose confirmed no one was around, but the male couldn't help but to stand and look around.

What exactly was going on? All these emotions were hitting him like a bag of bricks, yet he wasn't sure where they were coming from. He turned to the hybrid, searching her eyes for some emption, "Is it just me, or is there confusion in the air. Possibly a bodyguard after all...?

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「 WORD-COUNT 」 ---
「 TAGS 」 Ana & John
「 MUSE 」 eh..
「 COMMENTS 」 I couldn't help but laugh when I read your pot, Wood

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[bg=765d51] anamora speaking ● anamora doing ● anamora thinking "Vandal. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. You may call me Ana, if my full name is too much of a mouthful," she laughed. Anamora was aware of the stranger's - Vandal's - eyes on her, but she ignored it. John was suddenly pressing harder for her attention at the moment. Carefully schooling her expression, she turned to face John, doing her best to make it look like she was staring into the woods. PLEASE, look like I'm not staring at an invisible companion, she silently pleaded. At first glance, John seemed livid. He was standing very close to her shoulder, the hair on the ruff of his neck and spine standing straight on end, teeth slightly bared and shoulders squared. His military background showed in his stance, straight legged and tall, tail straight out behind him and pencil straight. He was a formidable sight. Upon further inspection, however, she could see that his stance was less offensive and more.... protective, standing closer to her than Vandal, with his attention completely on the Aussie but ears turned back toward her. What on Earth is he doing?? She had only a moment to be confused before her new acquaintance spoke again. "Is it just me, or is there confusion in the air. Possibly a bodyguard after all...?" Vandal was looking around, investigating. Oh no, he's noticed. John, what have you done? What are you doing? Ana tried desperately not to seem surprised, but it was likely she wasn't entirely collected. "It DOES seem a bit cold suddenly, doesn't it? She looked back at Vandal, trying her best to sell him on the lie. ----------------- john speaking ● john doing ● john thinking John was tempted to step down when Vandal (Fitting name, he thought) started to get suspicious. He nearly did. Ana's bewildered expression - and it was clear to him she was bewildered, only because he knew her so very well - was all the affirmation he needed, however, and he did not. Let him try to take her from me. John wasn't sure if he could affect Vandal in any way, physically or mentally, but he was damn well going to if the Aussie decided to try anything. Just try, you don't stand a chance. And if John had been alive, he very well wouldn't. ----------------- NOTES: Well, I do try, haha. Which bit in particular? Also, dear God, jealous!John and Oblivious!Ana are so fun to play aevljwnejvwm [word count:] 398 (John: 113 // Ana: 285) [muse:] Meh.... so/so. But it's the weekend and I give no shits about weekend homework so I should be plenty active. :D

[YESTERDAY]

「 VANDAL 」
「 pretty boy swagg 」

Being the polite gentleman he at least thought he was, Vandal took it upon himself to try ignoring the harsh feelings. He knew they were not his own and he hoped they were not Ana's. That was about as much conformation the canine would need to be sure he just might be able to take the high road.

With an attempt to switch the subject--not to mention the awful mood coming from the wind--Vandal figured there was no better way to strike up a relationship from dust than to ask a pretty--emphasis on pretty--canine what she was doing here.

His body relaxed, his attention resting on the shepherd cross once more. "So. What are you doing out hear again? It seems to have slipped my mind whether I've already asked you that or not. he was very aware of the pace he had to set for himself. Last thing he would want was to scare off such a pretty thing. A small smile crossed lips, though it was unsure whether it had pure intentions behind it or naughty thoughts. Either way he had no desire to lose those eyes.

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「 WORD-COUNT 」 ---
「 TAGS 」 Ana & John
「 MUSE 」 eh..
「 COMMENTS 」 All of it <3