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| Rival | Sep 2 2010, 09:09 PM Post #1 |
sweet dreams && flying machines in pieces on the ground.
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L Y K A N The male beast which strode into the area was hardly unnoticeable despite his best efforts, the snow colored medium length coat along with golden eyes and a cat-like way of moving kept him quite noticeable, quite noticeable indeed. His head and tail were lowered but not out of fear or submission, rather to catch the scents of those who had been there both long ago and recently. It seemed the entire place was untouched aside from some odd smells here and there, but Lykan wasn't one to mind such things. He'd been alone now for roughly one and a half years and at almost three years old, he was well used to being alone in every sense of the word. Bright eyes crisscrossed about as he walked, paws making no noise as he crossed the grassy terrain along the forest edge. His nostrils remained on the move and erect pale ears flickering about to catch whatever his bright eyes and eager nose couldn't. Prime wasn't so high in the sky just yet, so the odd little woodland creatures seemed to be skittering about quite happily at this early time of the day. Breeding season was in full swing, so everything seemed a bit more active than usual as they flit about searching for mates and what not. Noticing, though, that it made finding a meal that much more difficult the wolf decided to take his endeavors elsewhere. In an instant the male's nose pointed skyward near the base of a large tree and, so quickly one might think it an illusion, the beast's claws spring forth as he launches directly into the air from powerful hindquarters well practiced in the motion. Like a feline indeed he latches securely to the bark of the hardwood to almost slither up the side of it to perch in a strong bough overhead as if a little bird. He immediately takes stock of the new surroundings as high up is a whole new world before returning his gaze to the ground below. With now enemies it seemed up here, he decided to watch and linger suspended high above the ground in wait for either something interesting, or something delectable. |
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| Chips909 | Jan 25 2012, 05:46 PM Post #2 |
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Rainstorm The gray splattered wolf trotted into the gathering area, her purple eyes searching for movement. She didn't see anyone so she walked around searching for a sent. The scar that ran along her back started to trickle. The liquid crimson staining her painted coat. She stopped to lick it up, her tongue make rhythmical stroke along her back. Once she had cleaned her back up she focused on the ground, searching for any signs of life. Her long snout skimming over the ground. She picked up a scent it was faint because of the snow, but it was there. She followed and lost it a couple of times, but found it again. She came to a tree, and it disappeared. She went around the tree a couple of times, before giving up and sitting down at the bottom of the tree. Edited by Chips909, Jan 27 2012, 04:49 PM.
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| Rival | Jan 29 2012, 12:38 AM Post #3 |
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ooc: Chips, just so you know, Lykan was killed awhile back by one of my mares. if you don't mind, this is his brother, Darkko i am replying with. a bit different in personality than Lykan and he looks different, but still a good fellow. Darkko realized it had been this time last year Lykan had been seated within this very tree. Despite the array of weather and things which had worn away at the world since then, Darkko could still smell his brother upon the bark of this place. Then again, perhaps it was simply his mind playing tricks on him. The black, gray and brown male was seated upon the sturdiest of the lower branches, all one hundred sixty pounds of himself needing to be supported by larger branches. He'd always been amused when his younger brother had sprung from one branch to the next since he'd been forty to sixty pounds lighter; the gray-white male had always taunted his elder brother and it was now that Darkko was missing him. He smirked fondly, looking away through the trees and forgetting himself for awhile to mourn his brother once more. It had been a bit less than a year now that his brother had been killed, but Darkko found that he seemed to be healing one day at a time. His multi-hued tail flicked against the bough of the tree, but stopped short when the smell of blood entered his nostrils. His pupils contracted, nostrils flaring as his head immediately pointed downward to the base of his chosen tree. Sure enough, there sat a female wolf with what looked to be a wound upon her back. She did not seem too disturbed by it in her expression, but for it to be bleeding freely he wondered what had happened and how she could be quite so nonchalant about it. His head turns to the side, large ears taking her in from above before bounding lightly to the next tree. He couldn't simply clamor down the tree like a large beast atop the female after all; he would have to approach from the ground. He knew she'd caught his scent already, though, so she may or may not connect the dots there. He moves four more trees over as if he were a squirrel and then drops gracefully to the forest floor, his wide paws making only a muted thud against the snow which had reached the forest floor. He is a few yards from her and so he looses a low but friendly howl, the sound almost haunting despite his positive intentions. He hadn't spoken in quite some time he realized; at least it had been loud enough for only her to hear. He paces forward, his movements unnervingly catlike thanks to his fascinating blend of genes, yellow eyes only for her as he nears. He stops a respectful and wary distance from her, eying her with concern and guarded interest. It wouldn't do to simply run upon a wounded wolf. "You are wounded," he says with tilt of his chin towards the female's back, "What happened?" he asks, aiming to find out first if she is aggressive or not. He didn't have time for a female he was trying to help to simply bounce back and attack him for it. |
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| Chips909 | Jan 29 2012, 06:57 PM Post #4 |
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Rainstorm jumped when she heard a howl. The noise came from a wolf standing not to far from her. When he started walking towards her she tensed a little, unsure of his attitude towards her. When he said she was wounded she scoffed in her mind. 'Well of course I'm wounded.' She thought to herself. His next question was a bit hard for her to answer. She wasn't sure if she wanted to spill her life story to a complete stranger, and she wasn't even sure if she liked to talk. Her childhood was spent in silence. Her purple eyes found his yellow ones. When she spoke her voice was hoarse for not speaking. "It's an old battle wound." She said, her tone said that she didn't want the topic taken any further. She wasn't sue about talking but she was positive she didn't want to talk about her scar that refused to heal, that was a part of her past. The wound started to drip again,and bending back once more licked it up. After a few licks the bleeding ceased. She turned her purple eyes back to the wolf. He wasn't quite full wolf it looked, a hint of something catlike in him. Silly of her to make such assumptions, a cat-wolf? She didn't believe in bed-time stories. |
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| Rival | Jan 29 2012, 07:52 PM Post #5 |
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It obviously made no sense at all for the wound to be 'old' in any sense of the word; old battle wounds heal and become scars. It was also obvious, however, that the female was in no way interested in talking about it. It was of no consequence to him, not by any means seeing as he had no ties to this odd-eyed female. He had to admit he'd never seen a wolf with such outrageously colored eyes. Perhaps she was like himself and was but a strain of a particular breed of wolf. He moves on then, giving no comment to her wound as she cleans it yet again and watches him distrustfully. "I am Darkko, then. What brings you out here in the middle of winter?" he asks her openly, realizing he hasn't seen another wolf since his brethren had perished at the hooves of a determined mare. He had begun to believe himself the only wolf still alive on this godforsaken planet. He seats himself onto the snow, multi-hued tail wrapping about his paws to keep them warm while yellow eyes stay trained upon her lavender ones. He is formidable in his height and bulk, lithely muscled beneath his thick winter coat and tall with one hundred sixty pounds of strength to back it up. He does not often use it purposefully to his advantage, though, and as he sits silently in wait one may not be able to help but admire him. His legs are largely pale and fade to darker grays and browns, finishing with an almost husky-like accent about his face and down his spine with black. He is unmistakably wolf, though, that was for sure. Even if his skeletal structure could contort like that of a Puma. |
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| Chips909 | Jan 30 2012, 11:00 PM Post #6 |
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Rainstorm was relived when he didn't press the subject of her scar. His next question wasn't so prying, and she felt just fine to answer. "I got lonely, and I wanted to travel somewhere. This was the only place that came to mind." Her voice soon found itself, and wasn't so hoarse. She continued to tell him her name, what harm could it do? They probably wouldn't see each other ever again. "My name is Rainstorm." She wasn't exactly fond of her name, but hey it was a name right? She mustered up a smile, she hadn't had a reason to in a while and the movement felt a little odd. A squirrel jumped form one branch to another right above her. She looked at the little creature, hunger in her eyes. For a moment she wished that she could climb trees, but that was gibberish! A wolf that could climb trees? She wasn't about to believe that a wolf could do such a thing, not until she saw it, and she was a positive that she wouldn't see it in her lifetime. Rainstorm got quiet in her thinking, her gaze dropping to the ground. She pulled her head up, a guilty look in her eyes. She hadn't meant to ignore Darrko, she should learn for this time with another wolf. Her scar stayed subdued for the moment, she was getting tired of licking it every two seconds. (Ooc: Sorry if I forcing him to climb, he doesn't have to, I just needed something lol.  )Edited by Chips909, Feb 1 2012, 10:36 PM.
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| Rival | Feb 4 2012, 01:22 PM Post #7 |
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ooc: haha you good! The female's honesty is surprising, but he keeps his level expression so as not to show that he thinks as such. He pauses, listening and wondering what to say now that he knows her intentions are in fact not malicious. He watches her a moment longer, then says with honesty himself, "It's good to meet you, Rainstorm." he says, offering a small smirk before letting it fade just as quickly as it came. "I empathize with your loneliness; I, too, have been alone for quite some time. I feared I was correct in thinking there were no more wolves on this planet but, you've renewed my sense of hope." he says candidly, wondering idly if she'd seen other wolves besides himself before now. Before he can speak, though, her attention rockets upward and she watches ravenously as a squirrel bounds about amongst some skinny branches. He watches the little varmint as well and thinks it likely she has not had a meal in some time. Darkko is in excellent health only because he has the distinct advantage of being a predator of surprise as well as strategy; he could attack prey from above as well as on the ground, so it made being a lone wolf far simpler than most would believe. His yellow eyes train back upon the white female before him and he notes the stunning ferocity ever present on a wolf. She is lovely even in her time of discomfort. He shakes this thought away inwardly, watching now as her head drops and she looks guiltily at him. He does not acknowledge this and instead reckons he could help her out in that department. The squirrel is much too high and on far too weak of branches to support his hundred and sixty pound weight, but he knows of a nearby wooded area than four legged deer-like creatures frequent; with her help perhaps they could kill one the traditional way. If need be he could seek the aid of the trees, but he did not want to alarm her just yet; she would likely flee from him and he would be alone again if she did not believe him to be a wolf of more typical blood. "There is a place not far from here some wooded creatures frequent; with your help I'm sure we could both eat like kings today. Far more satisfying than that stringy little squirrel." he invites, a rare smile crossing his features as he awaits her response. He stands on all fours, tail high as he wags it invitingly. His obvious health will likely encourage her and, soon enough, they would be full for days. He starts in that direction, indicating with his black, white and gray tinted nose the direction they should go. For a moment his tail flicks unnaturally in the air, but he quickly remembers himself and stiffens it so that it wags with less flexibility like a normal wolf. |
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| Chips909 | Feb 6 2012, 05:06 PM Post #8 |
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Rainstorm almost jumped on him at his invitation, but she regained her composer and stood her tail wagging back and forth. She hadn't eaten in a while, and Darkko seemed convincing enough. She smiled back at him, and nodded her gray and white face. "I like that." She said boldly walking up to him, her tail still going. She tried to look as no-threatening as possible, her long legs moving easily under her sleek painted body. "Lead the way." She said politely. (Sorry its so short. :/ ) Edited by Chips909, Feb 6 2012, 05:07 PM.
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| Rival | Feb 8 2012, 01:35 PM Post #9 |
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She quite literally jumped for joy, bringing a smile to his face for the briefest of moments before he composed himself again. He stood along with her, tail wagging as her excitement immediately began to rub off on him. She bounds closer, still hesitant but obviously led by her hunger more than anything else. The instinct to survive was far more powerful than that of an awkward conversation, so he sniffed her over as she did the same before leading the way towards a nearby wooded ridge. They move quietly the both of them, him leading with his keen nostrils as knowledge of the area. He felt confident that she would not do anything puppyish to ruin the hunt, but kept an eye on her nonetheless. He did not know her, after all, and her hunting style might differ from his. In reality, it definitely would, especially considering almost his entire pack had always hunted from the trees. Working on the ground could work to his advantage, he realized, because the herds native to his territory always seemed to be more likely to look up than look around for danger anymore. They knew to raise their heads high and breathe deeply, their ears more keen than most prey might have had. They wouldn't be expecting an attack from the ground, so he grinned eagerly with the realization. He motioned for her to hang back and move around to the left while he circled around to the right; it had been awhile since he'd done it the old way and for a moment he wondered if he should have let her lead. It was too late now, though, as he disappeared over a rocky hill and caught sight and scent of a small herd of elk-like creatures. His entire body trained on the beasts, brain pilfering out any conscious thought and reverting to instinct. He crouches low, his movements as lithe and feline as a puma. His tail flicks at the end - a feat impossible of full blooded Gray Wolves - and after a quick movement he tosses his head to instruct Rainstorm to charge them to the right. He would wait there, hidden in the foliage and among the rocks, and leap up to take one by the throat as it moves to streak past or leap over the obstructions. His adrenaline pumps and eyes widen to take everything in, braced as Rainstorm hopefully makes the move necessary to spook the herd in the right direction. |
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| Chips909 | Feb 12 2012, 01:34 PM Post #10 |
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Rainstorm executed each one of Darrko's commands perfectly like clockwork. She always enjoyed hunting, the smells, the adrenaline, she loved everything about it. She circled around the herd jut as Darrko's had instructed. Her belly was almost touching the ground as she looked for the best position. Her coat was perfect for winter hunting, and the dampness of the snow hid her scent. The only thing that could give her away was her eyes, so she squinted them to hide their purple from alerting the prey. Her movement were fluid and even, showing she had done this many times with her mother. She got into position and snuck up close to the animals. She had already known what Darrko's plan was. She was within striking distance of the herd, and she glanced at Darrko to make sure he was paying attention. One of the animals lifted it head, and she seized her chance and jumped up at the herd, and bark erupted from her mouth as she chased the herd towards Darrko's hiding place. They ran blindly, fear and panic over whelming them as they ran to what the thought was safty.
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| Rival | Feb 16 2012, 09:28 PM Post #11 |
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The pretty female slinks into the snow, her body almost disappearing and making him do a double take to be sure she hadn't truly disappeared. There, her oddly purple hued eyes flashed in the snow, and so he was able to refocus on the task at hand. She falls right into step, a real talent for the hunt obvious as she moves with precision despite her likely desperate sort of hunger. He is impressed, his respect rising already for this new female, and immediately he hopes she will join his pack in time. She did not seem to be the most affectionate or eager of pack mates, but then he is hardly a social butterfly himself. He allows himself a mili-second to smirk about this self deprecating thought before focusing back in on the task at hand. His thought processes slip into oblivion and he returns to instinct, watching as she effortlessly spooks the herd precisely in the correct direction. Adrenaline surges more deeply to resonate from each pore as his dark hair stands on end and he prepares to launch. Soon elk soar over his head and he sees their delicate underbellies, watching as first the largest buck leads the way soon followed by his females. They catch smell of him as they soar over, though, and startle sharply to the side, making them stumble precariously across the rocky patch he'd hidden himself in. As if on cue, a female particularly heavy with a late calf slips and hits the ground, letting him make his move. He soars lithely up from his crouched position, his retractable feline-like claws extending to dig into her side and withers before he latches viciously to the throat of the large female. She thrashes, he holds tight and is soon sure that Rainstorm will appear to help and, after not too long of a struggle she lies motionless beneath the weight of wolves. He grins wolfishly, mouth wide as he pants happily with the kill. He looks to Rainstorm, making room for her to indulge knowing that she is far hungrier than himself. As he pants it is clear that his head is larger and wider than the average wolf due to his puma-like make-up. His teeth are more pointed than that of a wolf's, his canines longer and more ferocious than that of a pure Grey Wolf and lacking in the necessary grinding molars of a mildly omnivorous sort of beast. He is largely carnivorous and it shows now, but he pays it no mind. He is not accustomed to hiding his slightly different anatomy and does not try now. When he is sure she's approached, he will indulge quite happily into the meal himself. It has been a long time since he's shared a kill with another wolf, and he likes the feeling. Perhaps change is on the horizon. |
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| Chips909 | Feb 20 2012, 12:38 AM Post #12 |
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Rainstorm runs up to help Darkko kills the elk. The animal was quickly killed and Rainstorm held Darkko's eyes for a moment. She looks at his panting face and something was off. Not with his personality but with his figure. Something was wrong with it, but she ignored it, taking it as her imagination if she had one. She nodded to the wolf, and started to the elk. It's smell intoxicated her, filling her nose with it sweet smell. She couldn't help but smile as she ripped open the prey, red crimson flowing out onto the ground. The smell of the meat invited her, daring her to dig in. She ripped or a small piece, chewing it slowly letting the sweet juices flow over her tongue. Everything flavor was intensified, her hunger begging for more when she swallowed the piece of meat. The elk had plenty of fat from trying to survive the winter, not to mention fat stores for her calf. She ripped off another chunk, this time going deeper into the meat. Her snout was getting stained with blood, but she didn't care, she was getting food, food that she had desperately needed. She soon had a small little hole in the belly of the elk. She then looked to Darrko, inviting him to join her. The smell must be inciting for him even though he was well fed. She wagged her tail, a smile on her gray and white face. "Thank you for helping me." She said with a grateful tone to her voice. She really was grateful, some wolves wouldn't have mentioned the hunting grounds for fear of her coming back and stealing prey. She continued eating, her hunger slowly getting satisfied. |
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| Rival | Feb 21 2012, 07:57 PM Post #13 |
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The female delves in, making the male's mouth water at the sight. He rocks back though, letting her have a good go of it before he bothers with himself. He'd caught a fat hare earlier in the day and was still content from it, but a wolf could only resist the urge to eat what is available for so long. This female needed this nourishment, he could see it in the way she ripped into the hide of the now silent beast, and so he was surprised when she turned to him with a gentleness in her eyes he hadn't thought to come from the formerly sharp female. She thanked him, the motion obviously a sincere one, and he is struck silent for a moment. He nods just a little, feeling awkward at being thanked for it. Well she was a lone female, he a lone male.... What good would it do to the race if they didn't at least try to help one another out? She seems to suggest he ought to join and so he does once her attention is focused back on the kill. He delves in as well, being sure to give the hungry female her space and letting instinct take over. His ears flick about for the approach of possible rival predators, eyes darting here and there to take in the female at his side and things that flickered in and out of his peripheral vision. Then, as per instinct, he's managed to mangle off a good chuck of the beast's shoulder meat. Without thinking he drags it away, heading to the base of a large tree and bracing himself to leap. Then, as if a light switch had turned back on, he realizes what he's doing and looks over his shoulder worriedly at Rainstorm. Surely she'd think him a complete weirdo for dragging off a chunk and acting as if he were about to leap at the tree with it. Normal wolves couldn't climb trees. He drops the chunk, clearing his throat and looking quite awkwardly in the female's direction. He assumes she is watching him now, likely wondering what in the name of Prime he was aiming to do with such a chunk of meat. His tail twitches in agitation, another unnatural movement so common to those of his strain that he doesn't think of. "I suppose if we're going to be friends... Or pack mates... I ought to let you in on a little more about me." he says simply, his masculine voice somewhat hesitant to reveal this truth. She wasn't willing to share much about herself just yet, but if they were going to get along she would know sooner or later. Besides, perhaps telling her this now might make her feel like she could trust him more. Either that or she would think him a freak and simply finish her meal and depart as quietly as she'd arrived. |
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| Chips909 | Feb 24 2012, 06:50 PM Post #14 |
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Rainstorm ate faster once Darkko joined her. His ears kept flicking here and there, but Rainstorm was better with er eyes and nose, and her nose was filled with the scent of meat and blood so she was left with her eyes. Her sharp vision was her key asset in survival, but at the same time she hated her eyes, they were so oddly colored. She saw Darkko pull off a piece of meat, and sh also saw a bird fly off in the distance, no doubt to it nest. But what she saw next perplexed her. Darkko was standing at the base of a tree, meat in mouth, and it looked like he was about to try to climb. She stopped eating, and looked at him, and he looked back. He was embarrassed, and then spoke t her. His words confused her even more. She tilted her head to the side wondering what this was all about. "Yes?" She said, urging him to tell her. She thought she saw his tail twitch, but dismissed it as her imagination. Her thought whirled, and she struggled to keep them contained inside the chambers of her head. Her eyes were confused, what could it possibly be that he wanted to tell her? Was he some kind of psycho guy that heard voices? So many thing rushed though her head, she wasn't sure what to do. She continued to look at him, but kept her mouth shut for fear of saying the wrong thing. She decided that it couldn't be anything so bad that she would run away in fear, he had been very nice to her after all, she owed it to him not to run. She was a bit anxious to see what it was he was going to tell her, she she mustn't leave. |
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| Rival | Feb 25 2012, 08:03 PM Post #15 |
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Rainstorm froze, looking back at him obviously with her mind reeling. He could almost heart her heart rate accelerate and he immediately regretting not thinking it through. He sighs, sitting carefully down at the base of the tree. He hesitates further, only encouraged when she questions him as to what he wants to tell her. He glances away, not ashamed of who or what he is but simply embarrassed that he had forgotten that she didn't know before they got to know one another better. His bright yellow eyes lifted back to her unnervingly attractive ones and he speaks. "I can climb trees." he says simply, his tail once again flicking at the end with his insecurity. He watches her closely, gauging her reaction before continuing. "I can climb trees really well." he says, unsure if she would understand. She wouldn't think him some wolf eating monster would she? No, because he is a wolf. Just a subtle other strain. Much like a Przewalski and any mainstream breed of equine. He is a wolf, just with a little different of an infrastructure. He sighs again, leaving his chunk of meat and pivoting around to the tree to demonstrate. His claws slip out of his paws like a cat's, fully controllable and his skeletal make-up allowing him to hug the trunk while effortlessly clawing up and out of sight. He waits a moment, looking down at her with a shrug and a slight smirk, then shimmies back down to the ground with a muffled thump before his meat chunk again. "I'm used to devouring my kills in the trees." he says with a tip of his head towards the branches above before looking back at her. "Sorry, forgot myself." he says somewhat nervously, offering her a hopeful smirk that she might not think him a monster. |
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| Chips909 | Feb 28 2012, 05:44 PM Post #16 |
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Rainstorm stared at him, he seemed to be debating if he should tell her anything more. His next words stunned her, then anger swelled up in her. Did he really think she would believe that lie? Did he think she was an idiot? The sentence after that didn't help convince her either. He couldn't be serious! No wolf could climb trees, but his face, it was a little oddly shaped... She pushed this out of her mind, every wolf had different feature. She after all did have uncommonly long features. A fire flashed in her eyes, she wasn't to happy right now. Then he look like he was actually going to try to jump into the tree. Her eye widened so much it looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets. Her anger was gone, and she was feeling a little numb. Her mind was blank, she wasn't sure what to say. It wasn't often she was lost for words, but this time she didn't think she could even talk. Every instinct told her to run as Darkko jumped down to the ground. Even if she had listened to her instinct she doubted she could go anywhere, for her feet were firmly planted in the ground. She moved her mouth but no word came out for a little bit, then she found her voice. "Uh... Er..." That was all she had managed to say, still in shock of what she had seen. Or had she really seen it? Was she going crazy, and had imagined the whole thing? She looked around as if to make sure it was a real. "Umm, you go ahead, I'll eat down here." She finally got that out, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. (Sorry for the abrupt ending but i have to go. )
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| Rival | Feb 28 2012, 09:46 PM Post #17 |
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The male rather expected Rainstorm's reaction, the way she froze and obviously was deliberating simply fleeing before he slaughtered her on the spot. In reality this was not the case seeing as he is in fact a Gray Wolf, simply another strain with a different sort of mutated attributes. Nothing serious. Her response is rather clipped, uncertain, and she offers for him to eat in the trees while she eats on the ground. This makes him more uncomfortable just as much as it obviously seems to make her, so he does not move from his place at the base of the tree. "My point is that I am different, and that I hope you won't judge me for it." he says pointedly, his tone without irritation or anger of any sort. He can't blame her for being uncomfortable, in fact he would think her a little odd if she weren't, but at this point in his life he wasn't too keen on losing another wolf from his life. Granted he did not know her really at all, at least not yet, but with so few wolves on the planet as it was he was almost desperate for company. He watches her, simply letting her eat and ponder what he's said. "I'll go for a walk perhaps. Visit the Cave nearby. I'll come back later. Or, you can come find me if you decide to stay." he says honestly, slowly rising from his chunk of meat and easily leaving it behind. He walks at a slow pace, full from his meal - that he really didn't need in the first place - and giving her time to see the direction he headed off in. His black, gray, and white tail was limp behind him and multi colored head low with a blend of relaxation and worry about the situation. He figured space was the best thing he could give her right now. He disappears quietly into the wood, pacing forward for roughly ten minutes before he comes upon the Cave in which his family had regularly slumbered each night. Their Den, their safe haven from everyone and everything. He enters the wide mouth and lies down just inside, their old scents still lingering like ghosts upon every surface within. The floor is covered with a soft layer of brown earth and he places his broad head between his paws, black rimmed ears and golden eyes faced outward to watch should the female approach. Twilight was flickering about by this time and he could see Prime playing about through the treeline as it sunk beyond his vision. He could hear the night animals and sighed, absorbing for the hundredth time the old smells of his lost pack and wondering if his scent will continue to be the most recent and only living smell within it. |
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| Chips909 | Mar 3 2012, 10:57 PM Post #18 |
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The Hermit
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She stammered in her own mind, searching for words. A moment or two later she found her words, and they flew from her mouth with a little hesitation. "I will not view you as anything less. You helped me, and I owe you that." With that she shut her mouth, and he declared he was going to a cave. She nodded to him, and waited for him to leave. Her mind had settled, and she could now concentrate a little better. She watched him closely, decided to follow him after she had finished her meal. He disappeared, and her stained muzzle torn into the cow once again. She filled up quickly, and glanced around, half out of habit. Her foot step were heavy as she slowly followed Darkko's scent. It took her a way she had never been, and she stepped carefully with all senses alert. Her progress was slow, for she wasn't keen to start another awkward conversation. She finally saw Darkko. He was laying down, head between his paws, looking straight at her. Her insides squirmed, but she masked her feelings of guilt and awkwardness. She looked him right in the eye, her purple eyes shining in the evening light. She was secretly wishing for telepathy so that they didn't have to open their mouths once in another disheartening weird conversation. She sighed, deciding it best to go ahead and start. "I decided to stay because... Well because there are so few of us, and we really should stick together." Her words were slow at first, the flowed evenly from her mouth. Her expression was blank, for she had no more to say. |
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| Rival | Mar 4 2012, 12:55 PM Post #19 |
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sweet dreams && flying machines in pieces on the ground.
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After awhile she appeared, her coat ghostly as she slips towards the cave opening with what seemed like only slight hesitation. His heart thumped a little off beat for a moment but then settles, and he lifts his broad head to watch as she nears. She looks somewhat uncomfortably at him at first and seems to want things at ease between them. Her words are rather bittersweet, though, when she finally speaks. The words sting a little, but he supposes he has to take what he can get. She is, after all, accepting the opportunity to reside with him. She accepts him as a wolf, however an odd one, but her words indicate that she is staying with him not because she is comfortable with it but because she has no other options available to her. He is not offended, but it does hurt a little. So, with a mix of disappointment and gladness at having another pack mate again, his tail thumps hesitantly against the cave floor. He sits up, rocking back on his haunches as she nears. At least what she'd said before he'd gone to the caves had seemed sincere. He didn't like that she felt as if she owed him something, though; if it all worked out he would likely owe her for returning his sanity. "I am pleased you've decided to stay." he says simply, letting his tail continue to thump and lolling his tongue out with relief at having that situation finished off. "This is the Cave. We stay here at night and in harsh weather. Would you like to join me?" he asks hesitantly, inviting her into the home base but not intending to push her for companionship too quickly. In time she would come to realize he is not a monster and that residing with him is not a last resort. He is simply happy to have her around at all, even if she is wary of him. |
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| Chips909 | Mar 9 2012, 07:20 PM Post #20 |
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The Hermit
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He sat up as she neared, and spoke. He told her he was glad to have her, and that the cave had been used in the past. She knew she might have hurt his feelings a little bit, but she couldn't help it. She was a serious, and didn't believe bogus stories about a giant dragon like creature. She had shot the stories down the moment she heard them. She wasn't one to tell fairy tales either, only true stories. She nodded to him and a small smile curled up the edges of her two colored features. She walked further into the cave, smelling vaguely of other wolves. She walked up to a small hollow in the wall, nothing much just barley a dent in the gray wall. She clawed at the ground here, shifting the hard packed dirt. After she completed this she circled in place a few times before settling down. She laid with her paws spread out before her. Purple eyes looked at the yellow one that belong to Darkko. Her gaze flickered to the ever darkening opening of the cave. They returned to the faded wolves while speaking. "It's getting late, we should sleep." She held his gaze for a moment longer, her gaze guarded and neutral. A yawn came, and her long thin jaws parted wide. She stretched, and curled up putting her nose under her long fluffy tail. |
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