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| Hawk | Mon Jan 26, 2009 7:45 pm Post #1 |
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Hawk enjoyed the clear weather. Since no clouds hindered the appearance of the sun, time was relatively easy to tell. After her little romp in the burnt lands, Hawk had made her way south. Since she was the type to take her time, it was just past noon when she stepped off of the ashen ground and lay foot upon the most expansive field she had ever seen. Although the ground was littered with a layer of snow, Hawk could tell that during the summer, this was obviously a place of grazing. The grass was hidden at the beginning, but as she began to progress towards the heart of the plain, she began to see larger stalks protruding from the ground. Most were bent, broken by the heavy snow. Other frozen pieces of grass littered the ground, and she could feel her paws lightly give beneath her, suggesting a large mat of bent grass beneath the surface of the snow. Hawk's footsteps grew a bit more bouncy as she used the spring-like grass beneath the snow to propel her light body. It was much akin to walking on the moon, though there was much more gravity and a lot less dust. Hawk, of course, didn't know anything about the moon, save the fact that it hung in the sky and she howled at it from time to time. After a quick game of bounce, where Hawk basically attempted to see how high she could jump using the spring-like mat beneath her, she turned her attention to the untouched snow before her. Naturally, it only took a few moments for her destructive instincts to kick in. She oogled at the snow for a moment before she took one gigantic leap into a fresh area. Then, without further hesitation, Hawk proceeded to trace a circle, using her small mass as a way of getting close to the ground to clear more snow. She finished her first circle, and satisfied that it was visible enough, Hawk took another large leap to a nearby area and began to create another circle. She didn't have any precise pattern in mind, rather, she was just content with tracing various patterns in the snow. As her artistic endeavors continued, she began to expand, connecting some circles with others, flattening all of the snow in the circle completely, as if to fill it, and so forth. Her mind became blissfully absorbed in the task, constructing new patterns and even new shapes as she worked. Hey, what else did she have to do? |
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| Smalltail | Mon Jan 26, 2009 9:30 pm Post #2 |
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Eyes the color of a new penny observed the snowy plains with a wariness befitting a wolf that, had he actually been part of a pack, might've made a good omega. He was a scraggly-looking fellow in the spring and summer months, but his winter coat was fairly clean. Bits of snow clung to his side where he must've been resting a few short minutes ago, buried as far into the snow as he could... which wasn't far. The heavier snows tended to fall further north, near... well. He wouldn't even think about that. The small appendage for which he was named flopped disgracefully behind his rear as he trotted across the paw-pad-freezing white stuff with a look that almost suggested he was looking for something. Or someone. But anyone who knew Smalltail -- which was no one -- would know that he wasn't looking for anyone or anything at all in particular. He was simply doing his best to be. Or had been before. But now he was just moving. He rather wished the snow would clear up. The male was perfectly aware that such wouldn't be happening until a little later on. Toward springtime, when there was some hope of finding prey that wasn't a lean, malnourished rabbit or a mouse unlucky enough to find its scent in Smalltail's keen nose. Until then, he wished he had some company. A hunting partner. But it was no good. No wolf would do like she had. So he couldn't. A broad stretch of grass, tall and broken, was before Smalltail. He recognized this portion of the plains. He had lived here for a long while before- but this was now. He could use his prior knowledge of the area to his advantage, find some prey. At least he intended to do as much when he thought he glimpsed some movement amongst the white and dead-golden color of the grass. In the distance, that might've been the tumble of soft snow. Smalltail stopped to listen, his ears pressing forward to catch every little sound he possibly could, his coppery eyes squinting against the glaring white of the snow in the afternoon sun. What was that? Another wolf? He wasn't too certain, so the mousy gray male lowered his head and stalked forward, his pace brisk, tense, almost like a hunter who has found his prey... almost. Smalltail wasn't the least bit aggressive. Not right at the moment, anyway. He was curious. The way this other wolf moved -- at least what he thought was a wolf; the little thing could've easily have been a large coyote -- was strange. Was it... playing? A hundred yards or so still separated him from the other animal when he stopped. It was another wolf. And there was no chance of hiding himself against the white of the snow. Snorting softly, Smalltail lifted his head again. His breath steamed white in the frigid air. He stared at her openly -- he thought it was female, if she'd be still enough for him to really tell by sight -- regarding her behavior as odd for a lone wolf. Maybe she was crazy. Some loners did that. Sometimes he wondered if he was crazy. But he was still here... still alone. And he was analyzing the situation like a sane lupine. If she acknowledged his presence: fine. If she didn't? Fine. He'd move along like he'd never encountered the snow-plowing she-wolf to begin with. Maybe check out the forest that hadn't been claimed by Blacktooth. It had always been good hunting before... He had no idea a fire had claimed what had once been his home. Before. But no more. He was not allowed. Letting his tail hang loosely, he appeared neutral, as though he were nothing but curious. Minus a curious stare. If anything, his face just didn't care at all. His eyes had seen enough. His ears had heard enough. And his heart was broken enough. At least Hawk would have something to do now. |
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| Hawk | Wed Jan 28, 2009 9:47 pm Post #3 |
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--Tatsuya--
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Approximately just around the time Smalltail approached, Hawk ran out of steam. She must have been quite a sight, her sides heaving, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she panted excessively. Drool slithered from her gaping jaws to dot the ground beneath her as she finally came to a complete stop, dropping to her haunches. Had Smalltail been an aggressive wolf, he could have picked her off very easily. Fortunately enough for Hawk, the male was more inquisitive. She had noticed him just a few moments before he had come to a stop. Now, done with her masterpiece, Hawk jerked her head towards Smalltail and checked him over. Her eyes appraised him like a piece of meat, curious as to whether or not he'd be tasty enough to eat...or well, play with that is. His apathetic face was somewhat of a nuisance to her - what, did the male have no personality? He appeared to be dumbly standing there, and for a moment, Hawk wondered if he was alright in the head. He she actually be able to read his mind, she would have gagged over the pining thoughts running through it. Ew. Instead, she caught some of her breath but made no attempt to fix her somewhat sloppy appearance. Her lips drew back on her teeth in a creepy smile as the small she-wolf barked out at him; "Oi, stumpy. Want to help?" His lack of a dominant posture made him slightly likable, for the moment. Unlike that first wolf she had met; Bane. Thus, Hawk had decided to extend and invitation. It was up to him if he accepted it or not. Honestly, she didn't care either way. If he did accept, she'd have more of a chance to play with him. If not, she'd let him wander off. She was almost always capable of amusing herself in some fashion. Slowly, her sides quelled and her breathing became less exaggerated as she began to regain some of her lost energy. Man, she was going to need a nap after this. |
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| Smalltail | Thu Jan 29, 2009 12:36 am Post #4 |
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His stare could hardly last any longer than a few terribly drawn-out seconds, coppery eyes observing what little he could: generally brown in color, small, lightweight – runty – but fairly lean and not necessarily lacking in strength. He could not see into her mind, however, and he was not his sister, heaven forbid. He didn’t want to see into this she-wolf’s mind: her thoughts could remain her own and he didn’t really care one way or the other as long as it didn’t affect him. Besides, he wasn’t certain just how healthy her mind was. She was plowing through the snow like a mad wolf, heaving for want of air – which was really something ridiculous, wearing oneself out over something like … whatever madness she was up to – and now she was finally looking at him. Smalltail didn’t move; he almost felt her studying him like a physical force upon his body, and he rather disliked it. His ear twitched uncomfortably. Her eyes: they were a pale yellow. Not as intense as Sawtooth’s from what he remembered, and certainly not as harsh as the uptight beta’s eyes had ever been. Not that any wolf was really easily compared to Sawtooth. Then she smiled. Now there was something that he couldn’t compare to his sister – and that was pleasant enough. His lips twitched rather like he wanted to smile – a small movement not easily visible from afar – before he began to pad warily closer, his body relatively relaxed and unthreatening; he was not interested in fighting. She – whoever she was – had acknowledged his presence just by looking his way, and that was invitation enough for Smalltail to come closer. She really was rather small: smaller than himself. And rather disheveled after her… well, whatever her little romp had been. He had no name for it. Didn’t care to name it. ”Oi, Stumpy.” Smalltail didn’t stop moving when he heard her speak, but moved fixedly forward. Only fifty feet separated them when he stopped again, his tail beginning to sway slowly behind him. Stumpy. Not an uncommon taunt. He was used to it. Then again, she didn’t say it with the same bitter tint those of his old pack had. She didn’t even know him. Didn’t have a name for him. So let her use that awful little nickname. ”Help you with what?” His voice was fairly thin, not the booming bass voice of some wolves she may have heard in the past. Nor was it terribly high. It had a rough quality to it, a rugged timbre that suited a loner from the wilderness. Perhaps a voice more kindly on the ears than his physique was on the eyes. The tone he used was rather more steely than his indifferent expression; more guarded and cautious than his face betrayed. Did she think he was willing to help a perfect stranger? That was ridiculous. He should just move on – the forest wasn’t terribly far. |
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| Hawk | Mon Feb 2, 2009 2:20 pm Post #5 |
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Hawk cocked her head and stared at him. Her eyes narrowed slightly incredulously, and somewhat appeared to read: 'what, are you stupid?' She female rose a paw and pointed next to him, where he had almost read into one of her circles. "That. I'm making snow shapes." She didn't really care how stupid she sounded, nor did she mind how stupid her request was. Instead, she stood and shook, stretching her limbs as she flung snow off of her small body. Hawk let out a yawn as her eyes reconnected with him. "I've about worn myself out. I could use a helping paw." She completely disregarded his guarded tone. He wasn't all that unreasonable to produce such a sound. Although Hawk didn't appear to be much of a threat, she was capable of producing threatening games. In fact, her current romp through the snow had reminded her of the time she had taken one of her old pack mates, Clover, on a run through the woods and purposely lead her into a snow-covered ditch. It had taken the pack's three stronger wolves to dig a sort of incline in order to help Clover out of the hole, and needless to say...Hawk's father had not been pleased. But, as for the moment, Hawk had nothing devious in store of the male before her. She just wanted to see how he would react to such a stupid request. |
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| Smalltail | Mon Feb 2, 2009 8:38 pm Post #6 |
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Penny-colored eyes narrowed slightly, mirroring the expression on the she-wolf’s face rather closely. He might’ve thought the same of her, but that much would remain unclear until further notice. As she lifted a forepaw, Smalltail’s wait shifted, his muzzle angling down as he peered at the marks in the snow without even the slightest curiosity. His lips twitched as he debated something, then turned into a frown as he pulled his gaze sharply back up to the she-wolf. She didn’t appear to be a threat. And he wasn’t interested in harming her. Casting one last glance at the pressed snow, Smalltail padded forward again, his eyes fixed on this female. ”Well. I can see that,” he responded once he had closed a little more of the distance between them. He didn’t get uncomfortably close. So he remained a little more than twenty feet from her, reluctant to move closer even to a she-wolf he had yet to regard as a threat. Maybe she really was crazy. Or perhaps she was mentally challenged: she did behave rather like a pup. She didn’t act like a loner stuck in the wilderness without a pack – no, not at all – she acted like a carefree adolescent whose only worries were what they wanted to eat next and what wolf would make the best mate. And that reminded him of the youth he always wished he could have… but was never to be. Wrinkling his nose with disgust, he shook himself then responded sharply: ”No. Grow up. Get a life.” His words a bitter, perhaps not really meant to sound so angry at her… but she could read into them what she wanted. ”I have better things to do with my time than play in the snow like some yearling pup.” He really didn’t have to sound so mean. He was aware of it somewhere in the back of his mind. But didn’t care how she responded, as long as it didn’t involve physical violence: he really didn’t want to fight. He wanted to head north. To the forest. Where there was food. And he made to circumvent the small female, except that his eyes suddenly did seem a little interested, and finally, perhaps a little curious. He stopped moving again, and his tail lifted slightly. ”Why would you ask a stranger to help you, anyway?” |
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| Hawk | Mon Feb 2, 2009 10:19 pm Post #7 |
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Hawk peered at him as he moved closer. By now her breathing had quelled and she had sucked her tongue back into her mouth. She appeared calm, although her eyes suggested the capability of reverting to a crazed mode within seconds. Her nose wrinkled as he tread close to her shapes, and her lips twitched, almost daring him to step in one. Then, she mentally reminded herself that this was not her snow and she shouldn't care if another wolf walks through it. Tossing her head to rid herself of her thoughts her mind eventually came back to him as he spoke. "Well. I can see that." If he could see it then why had he asked? Hawk's tail twitched in slight agitation. His somewhat despondent tone irked her just a tad, but she quickly brushed it away. His next words caused her tail to twitch even more, like a cat does when they get agitated. Her ears flicked from side to side, indicating that her entire attention span was wavering and not at all completely focused on him. Instead of displaying her agitation through her voice, she was a bit more sickly-sweet in her tone, "Better things to do?" Her hope for an interesting playtoy crashed and burned. That was what she got for being optimistic. This mangy mutt before her was nothing more than a quieter copy of Bane. Joy. Was every wolf in these lands an arrogant bastard veiled beneath a scruffy exterior? She cocked her head and her voice shifted into a somewhat care-free way, "So I assume all adult wolves should forgo play and stick strictly to hunting and mating then? I've been living my life all wrong. Thank you for pointing out the error of my ways, oh knowledgeable one." She dipped her head in a mock bow and then casually swiped at the snow before her. She appeared as if she was going to avoid his last question, but instead she answered it. "Why not? You looked like you needed some playtime, but I guess you're too grown up for it huh?" She tossed her head to the side. "You better get going then, if you're so busy." What was with all these wolves and their 'better things to do?' |
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| Smalltail | Tue Feb 3, 2009 8:25 pm Post #8 |
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She seemed like the impatient, hasty sort. Or maybe she was just crazy. It didn’t particularly matter to Smalltail; in either case, he was beginning to question why he had ever approached the female in the first place. It could do him no good. That much was apparent on his face; his mouth was set in a hard line and his brows were furrowed over his brow. His ears splayed apart as they often did. Particularly when she turned his own words against him. Her feminine voice was saccharine – too sweet, too biting. His expression didn’t alter, however. In that respect, he could be remarkably like his sister. But anyone who told him would be looking at the business end of his fangs. She continued on about adult wolves, about not being able to play, and that was where expression finally did change, his brows lifting from their furrowed position. He looked less intense, but no more friendly for it. He didn’t speak. Not yet. Even when the silence became a little uncomfortable and he thought he might continue on again. But then the yellow-eyed she-wolf continued, and he looked at her. He never quite met her eyes. Habit of his. From his younger days. Or perhaps that wasn’t it at all. Perhaps he felt something – a trace of guilt for speaking so harshly at someone who could still see the joy in life where he had failed so miserably. Or else he was afraid he would snap at her for that exact reason. And she was right – he had spent so long wandering… he never played anymore. Not since- His head lowered slightly, and he might’ve appeared to simply be thinking. He hid his eyes with that physical motion. A moment passed before he felt he could lift his eyes and meets hers, firmly. ”Too ‘grown-up’?” He glanced away, his expression considering, then returned his eyes to her face, ”And I’m not too busy. I merely have better things I could be doing. As if you’ve never lived outside a pack’s boundaries! It is not an easy life. Or perhaps you haven’t been alone long enough yet to realize that,” the longer he spoke, the more bitter his words became and the more his eyes threatened to burn like fire. Then his face cleared again as if he were shaking himself from the emotion altogether. ”These creations of yours serve no purpose but to wear you down. Why not put that energy to better use?” Smalltail’s voice was remarkably bland, slipping back into a state of bored disinterest once again, though his gaze remained fixed on her. |
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| Hawk | Thu Feb 5, 2009 1:38 pm Post #9 |
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Hawk stared at him the entire time he spoke. Unlike he, she was the type to stare down another, despite her small size. She always met the eyes of those she had no respect for, and this had frequently gotten her into trouble in her last pack. Not that the little creature minded too much. She was the type that thrived on adventure and on danger. She liked that rush. That was probably most of the reason why she had no immediate care of her surroundings. Inwardly, her patience for this idiot was growing extremely thin, especially as he insulted not only her life style, but her beautiful creation that he was dangerously close to. A part of her felt like sinking her teeth into his flesh somewhere...just to show her irritation. Throughout her little mental conflict, Hawk just continued to stare at him with almost a blank expression, an expression that bordered on the line of condescending scrutiny. She waited until he was done speaking, her tail twitching lightly behind her, her nose wrinkling from time to time for no reason in particular. This time, when she replied, her voice held an 'are-you-brain-dead' type of tone, though he hadn't done much to warrant it. Then again, she hadn't done anything to warrant the tone of voice he used. This was her little mental revenge...in an odd sort of way. It made sense to her. "I'm sorry, but do you have a point here?" She cocked her head, her eyes unblinking. "Although I'm a tad unwilling to spare more breath on someone as completely idiotic as you, I, for some reason, feel it's a necessity." Hawk pointed a paw at him in a rude-like manner, "You, are a self-pitying sorrow-wallowing horrible excuse for a loner. Oh boohoo, life is soooo hard being alone." She practically spat out the last words, her lips curling in what could have been disgust, "Get over it flea-brain. That whole 'better things to do' ploy doesn't work on me. If you honestly wanted to do something better, you wouldn't spend your time talking to me." She eyeballed him, her eyes glinting with a type of sadistic gleam, a gleam that suggested she wanted to verbally rip him apart head to toe, "Just up and admit that you, with all of your emotional baggage, really wanted someone to talk to." She had, of course, just exaggerated what she had seen: his despondent tone, lack of eye contact, and the complaining he had done about the loner type of life. Hawk also knew she was treading on dangerous waters, but this was cause for even more excitement. If he decided to induce a scuffle, so be it. She had already decided that she wanted to chew off his ear (for fun), but she wasn't one to actual create a fight...well, a physical fight that is. |
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| Smalltail | Thu Feb 5, 2009 6:00 pm Post #10 |
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Her stare made him uncomfortable. She was small, but her eyes were intense and direct, like an alpha wolf’s. Smalltail had never liked his place in the pack, so low under an alpha’s gaze, and these memories made him uncomfortable. He shifted his weight again, visibly growing more wary every passing moment of this game of words they were playing. He was becoming agitated and, he was almost certain, she was too. Which meant words might soon become blows unless he controlled himself. And why should he control himself? There was no wolf to command him. No reason for him not to strike her. Except that her barbs seemed to slide around him like water around a stone. He had stopped caring long ago. He was angry inside, make no mistake about that, but he would rather not bother with a fight. There was no point. He had no honor, no pride to defend. She spoke, gesturing toward him with one forepaw. Smalltail’s fangs appeared in a brief, threatening flash, then disappeared as he thought better of the expression. He couldn’t see where he had deserved the disarming barrage of cruel observations, but he would not argue against them. He wouldn’t even blink. As she delivered her effectively accurate description of the male, he dared look at her hard, almost directly. This was a new one. He wasn’t unused to being taunted, teased, torn apart verbally – or even physically on occasion – but he could almost admire her sickeningly detailed mockery. But not enough. It is at her final statement that Smalltail finally bristles, and almost appears as though he might respond with something, anything that wasn’t an empty, uncaring stare. His coppery eyes even brighten for a moment, flaring with things held back and desperate to escape. But that disappears as he visibly shakes himself, smoothing his mousy fur back into place and fixing his eyes somewhere near her face, but not right at her. ”No,” Smalltail finally answers, his tail swaying slightly behind him. ”As a matter of fact, I couldn’t possibly care less what becomes of your pathetic, under-sized carcass, or any other she-wolf out there,” Even after stating this, he dared to continue: ”I suppose you think it would be a wonder for me to speak with you about all this ‘emotional baggage.’ Hmph. I’m not interested. I’d rather keep it, you see,” – and here he looks dangerous for a moment, his hackles lifting again for a moment before lying flat – ”Do you think so highly of yourself that you assume anyone would want to talk to a speck like you?” He knew with that last line he spoke of himself, but he refused to acknowledge that mistake of wording. He hadn’t argued with anyone like this in a long while. It was almost… refreshing. In a way. He felt angry, though it hardly showed by in brief flashes or a slight twitch of his lips. It made his heart pound and his face burn just a little, so that he could easily ignore the cold. He had almost forgotten what it was like to be alive. And he didn’t really want to live. He should leave. Go north. He wasn’t interested. Really. He wasn’t. But then, why was he still standing here? He was waiting for a response. He didn’t know it, but he was. He wanted to know what she would say next. Maybe he was a hypocrite for it, but didn’t care… |
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| Hawk | Fri Feb 6, 2009 9:52 am Post #11 |
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Hawk watched much like her namesake- like a hawk. Her level, unblinking gaze traced over every movement he made, every twitch of the lips, every shift of the fur. She listened to him, her previous sardonic demeanor gone, as if wiped away instantly. Hawk had a tendency to switch personalities at the blink of an eye. She had gotten rid of her frustration moments earlier, and now she was content to listen to him. ”As a matter of fact, I couldn’t possibly care less what becomes of your pathetic, under-sized carcass, or any other she-wolf out there,” Hawk's sharp mind instantly picked up on the last part of his words. Any other she-wolf? That was an odd way of wording something. Normally, in this circumstances, another might have said any other wolf. What, was this brute sexist, or did he have a concrete reason for disliking females? It wouldn't take her long to put two and two together, but for now she simply stored the information in her mental data-banks for later. ”Do you think so highly of yourself that you assume anyone would want to talk to a speck like you?” His next words brought a smile to her face, a gleeful little crooked smile, one that laughed without making a sound. "Yes." She replied honestly, with a tone that suggested it was a fact, not a statement. Hawk continued to smile, although it had softened just a tad, and instead of maintaining a sadistic gleam, it was now a bit friendly. "I'm Hawk. Nice to meet you." She had completed a three-hundred and sixty degree transformation from her previous personality. At the moment, Hawk appeared almost as if she had forgotten what had happened moments earlier. She didn't ask for his name, as she figured the all-mighty mutt in front of her would probably say something along lines of why should I tell you?. |
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| Smalltail | Sun Feb 8, 2009 10:36 pm Post #12 |
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As if to incite his wrath, to further the heat in his words and his glare, she smiled. Had he said something funny? No. Not deliberately. Not with even the slightest intention of being so. And for that reason, he believed she may be mocking him. He had been serious, and she was smiling in such a way that he wanted to slap the look right off her snout… but he resisted the urge, and instead stood completely tense, his tail sticking out straight behind him with all the tightness in his muscles. Then, as if he actually had smacked her in the muzzle, her demeanor seemed to change, just a little. Uncertainly, Smalltail’s tail lowered a little and some of the heat left his eyes, though the glare remained. She almost looked friendly, and he almost would’ve smiled back, if he weren’t still fuming at her. It was really the honesty of her answer that had him, though, and he found he was looking at his own paws, the slightest traces of guilt keeping him from looking at her directly again. Especially when she gave him her name. Especially then. She was going to be civil. Could he just walk away now? He should, of course, but would he? Not quite yet. Sighing as he mentally battled with his will, he turned his eyes to the she-wolf, Hawk, again, most of the anger gone from his coppery eyes, replaced by a rather weary expression instead. ”Nice…?” he started, his voice barely even a whisper before he blinked a few times. He didn’t agree. But whatever. He let his tail sway slightly behind him. ”My name is-“ and so easily, he would have given his name, when he thought better of it and lowered his eyes. They lifted only to look northwards. He could not see the forest yet. But he would soon enough. ”My name is Not Important. A… mockery, really,” he said, his tone flat. His tail became still. ”Call me what you will. Stumpy. Shorty. Ugly,” and he looked sharply at her, letting his eyes lift to meet hers for just a moment. He almost looked like he might smile. Or smirk, at least. But it left his eyes, his muzzle, just as quickly as it came. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe that was why the sudden change in her visage. Or, perhaps, he was going mad himself, and that doubt showed on his face, though he did not look at Hawk. He still did not move… |
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| Hawk | Tue Feb 10, 2009 7:17 pm Post #13 |
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Hawk inwardly vomited. His little pity-me show was the epitome of her pet-peeves, and Hawk found herself debating whether or not she should continue the conversation she had started. A curious little look came across her face; not because of his words, rather, because of her internal debate. While her eyes remained focused on him, she actually wasn't paying much attention. He was duller than a rock, and more pathetic than roadkill. The atmosphere he carried around with him was utterly depressing, and she wondered briefly if he made plants wilt when he walked past them. There was a brief lapse of silence after he had finished speaking before she started up again, tribute to the fact that she hadn't been paying much attention. She did, however, pick up on the fact that he had not offered her a good name. Even Stumpy or Ugly were not truly original enough. Thus, she decided to dub him something else. Her smile broadened. "You shall be called Mr. Circle!" She swiped her paw to throw some snow into the air. The snow wasn't directed at him, it was more of a christening-like shower, "Thus, I have said it, and so it shall be!" The title was, of course, a tribute to the snow circles she had previously created. Hawk's tail wagged lazily behind her as she watched him, her eyes shimmering with mischief, "So, Mr. Circle. You new around here? I haven't been here long myself, but to tell you the truth, I think this place is full of mutts. I met the ugliest male this morning. His mongrel father must've mated some mutant bitch in order to produce his mug." She gave off a fake shudder, "You ain't so bad though." |
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| Smalltail | Thu Feb 12, 2009 3:49 pm Post #14 |
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”You shall be called¬ Mr. Circle!” Smalltail’s expression couldn’t have been more priceless: eyes were wide, catching the light and glittering, ears splayed out comically, mouth parted slightly – halfway between laughing and frowning. Indeed, he hadn’t quite expected her to “name” him something like “Mr. Circle!” It was absolutely ridiculous. It neither mocked nor suited him in any way whatsoever. And that made him grin quite broadly before he could even realize it. His tail wagged slowly behind him, his ears lifting a little. His grin is a little amused, though something in the quirk of his furry brows might be mere exasperation. The puppy-like sweep of her paw, the youthful, almost naïve way she behaved… it was annoying. He supposed it could be sweet, if one wanted to look at it that way. But he was a loner. Let her behave however strangely she pleased – as long as he wasn’t entirely part of this madness- He must’ve been going mad. Realizing at last that he had been grinning, rather too brightly, his face gradually became more and more exasperated, until there was nothing to indicate he had ever been smiling. Even his tail lowered again, drooping plainly behind him. She was seriously going to call him “Mr. Circle”? All right, fine. Better than “Stumpy” or “Ugly” or… anything else his fairly uncreative mind might come up with. ”New? No, not by any means. ‘Recently returned’ would work better,” Smalltail found himself explaining almost amiably, quite contrary to his previous outbursts… Hawk had been right, after all. Smalltail did want to speak with another, though he still didn’t realize it. Small conversation. And yet, he was utterly reminded of the hurts another wolf could inflict emotionally and physically. So he lied to himself so completely about other wolves that he believed it. How could he trust or speak to another? Still, here he was, speaking almost comfortably now with this female when he had been ready to attack or flee her presence only a few minutes before. ”I have roamed these plains for years. They are as familiar to me as a pack’s territory is to its alphas-“ he stops speaking abruptly, wondering if he’d heard her right. Smalltail? Not so bad? He didn’t know bow to respond, so he seemed to ignore the statement, and continue on with his own words, ”You find many strange wolves out here. Outcasts – wolves with odd disabilities and disorders…” He blinked slowly, his head tilting as he considered how long it had been since he had really tried conversation with another wolf… and why with this female? She wasn’t really worth it. He needed to move on. But he was still here… |
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| Hawk | Mon Feb 16, 2009 10:36 am Post #15 |
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--Tatsuya--
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Smalltail's idiot-looking grin was cause enough for Hawk to inwardly smirk. So she had broken down a bit of this fool's somewhat pathetic facade, and that was cause to celebrate! No, not really. This time, instead of allowing her thoughts to drift as he spoke, she nodded earnestly (although there was some overkill to her movements) and emitted several 'uh-huhs' in a way that suggested she was listening. Unfortunately, her demeanor held a somewhat sardonic taint to it, so it was hard to tell if she was even serious. She was completely truthful when she said he wasn't that bad. He needed some serious grooming, and a tail extension...but other than that, he was vaguely attractive. Save for his personality. His personality made her want to gnaw his foot off; or maybe it was the fact that she was hungry that his leg became more and more tasty-looking. Anyways, she could wait to address that later. The little tidbits of information he was offering her were delicious enough to curb her appetite for the moment. "You." she pointed a paw at him, "Give me a tour." Hawk didn't say anything else, a smirk on her maw. If Mr. Circle knew the land so well, she wanted him to show her. |
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