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« Thread Started on Apr 11, 2006, 4:53pm » | |
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas
I'm travellin' on, far and wide
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but
someone else
Polar flakes came spiraling out of the gray abyss above, they twisting and retching in the harsh breezes that billowed in the trees. There was absolute silence overwhelming the place as the snowfalkes dropped and landed on everything before clumping to another piece. You would except the winter would be nipping your ears underneath the safetly of the trees, like it always does but for some reason it never came. Even though the bits of white came from above and landed neatly on the back of the wolf, she felt nothing. Perhaps it was because dwelling on her was that lush winter coat. Reinga knew it was dangerous to be out here at this time of year, especially while the storm was surging on. But because the weather had soothed itself for moments, Reinga decided to escape the safety of her packlands and into the beyond. Why? Not even the dumbest creature would go out in something like this, but her reason was pure. She was starving.
I close my eyes, and think of home
Another city goes by in the night
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's
gone away
And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my
dying day
Reinga's jaws drolled as she toiled through the high snow banks, heaving her tired from through the disaster seen. Just thinking of a plump, juicy rabbit or the leg of an elk made her belly growl in anger. She hadn't ate anything for over a week, instead choosing to fill her water needs more. Like that was needed. There was so much snow and ice and rain it didn't matter. She could have walked out of the dead and felt refreshed. But hunger? This particular thing was different, it clawed and raked at you until you finally filled it with something either good or wrong. If you ate sticks your stomach would be satisfied. But Reinga was too arogant to stop now, she wanted the fresh scent of blood underneath her nose.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for
those wasted years
Face up... make your stand
And realise you're living in the golden years.
Her trek continued through the snow encrested creek bed, but then she suddenly spotted what would have been the creek. It was frozen solid. Reinga growled angrily as she worked her way over to the place where the snow stopped and disappeared into the . . what would have been the water. Snearing with dismay, Reinga trudged onto the ice and looked down, seeing the fish underneath frozen solid. Scratching the ice with frozen mitts, Reinga snarled in rage when all it did was leave nicks in the ice. As she decided to go back onto the mainlands, Reinga trotted bitterly towards the edge when the scent of something hit her nares. Could it possibly be deer? Her jowls dripped with saliva as she dropped low and crept onto the snowbanks, her emerald orbs shifting stealthily. She soon spotted the herd, all of them looked skeletons. They seemed to have trouble traveling through the snow but Reinga knew that one kick could kill her instantly. Eyeing them with hunger, Reinga began to creep towards them while licking her chops savagely, not even caring where her paws landed. Stepping on a twig broke the eerie silence and the herd looked in her direction, her scent was luckily masked by the snow. One deer seemed a bit curious and stepped its way towards Reinga, not noticed the snow covered wolven. Leaping with a snarl, she landed on it's neck and toppled it down, tasting crimson flowing through her pearls. It struggled and easily escaped her grasp, but Reinga lunged towards it again and brought it down with such force it toppled over and went crashing towards the creek.
Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind
Can't ease this pain, so easily
When you can't find the words to say it's hard to
make it through another day
And it makes me wanna cry and throw my
hands up to the sky.
It landed with a thud at the bottom of the creek, it's mangled body stained the snow with red. Reinga smiled at herself as she thought of the satisfaction, she had taken on a full deer alone! Creeping down the ravine, she hurridly jumped down and landed on the ice with a thud. Underneath her feet a loud cracking noise puzzled her and she looked down, only to see the river opening up in front of her. A startled snarl broke from her throat as it etched away from her, leaving her suspended between two blocks of ice. Leaping from her position, she grabbed onto the deer and tried to drag it to shore but it made the crack larger. Looking angry, Reinga snapped the hinde leg off the deer and sprawled to the bedside, just in time. As soon as her mitts left the ice, it crumbled and fell into the indigo abyss. She sat there, stunned, unable to think about what might have happened to her. Shaking her crown, Reinga ran from her spot to the top where she knew where she was safe. "Close call." she said with a bitter tone, finally sinking her pearls into her food.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for
those wasted years
Face up... make your stand
And realise you're living in the golden years.
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Reinga is what I'm called
My blood remains Gray
4 1/2 Springs is what I've aged.
- Is my enemy
My heart beats faster with -
I have no kin
Terra Pack is my home.
My ranking is Alphess
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« Reply #1 on Apr 15, 2006, 5:20pm » | |
Ir's auds stayed pinned 'gainst 'er cranium, extremities pounding 'ainst the solid terra, pulling 'er through the blistering winds and severe weather conditions. Damn winter. In cases like this would she wish her fur darker to obsorb the heat of the sun, but indeed in such weather at this, was there truly any sun?
Nostrils flared, jugulars rumbling in 'er disgust as bag resounded, showing its tenacity to consume. Mitts continued 'er trek, Ir in search now of food.
That of a lapine scent soon came across 'er path, and soon the pearly coloured hare was on its way, escaping the pursuit. Rack heaved, ambition deviantly spreadin' her mind. But when nostrils came across the smell of a fae, and a cervidae. Blood lust began consuming 'er cold heart, orbs beginning to glare, and a charge would Ira throw forth towards the other fae.
Irina was large, a Russian sub-specie of timber, and she could only wonder if she'd stand a chance against the femme. Take a chance and scare her off, and grab the prey? Or maybe the fae would share? Ir was in no mood to fight, no mood to run, and no mood for her thinking. Better she try and see whether the fae would share first, and if not oh so easily would she at least try and snatch a scrap, but the best she could hope for was to scare it off. For some reason, negative thinking did not come across her mind. She had not interacted with another canine for the longest time, but who knows.
Bitch walked towards the other, slowly approaching best she could. Nostrils flared once more, scenting the thin air with its cold and blistering winds. Walking forward, she'd come from the opposite side of the fae, and maybe, just maybe would the fae let her grab a bite.
Mandible came forth, enamels would sink into the prey in which she did not quite catch. Auds awaited a growl, or the scattering sound of bitch's mitts tripping over the brush and 'er own two feet.
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« Reply #2 on Apr 17, 2006, 9:58am » | |
The eerie silence that came with winter hovered over the land like an impervious sheet of white. Life seemed to hide under the snow or ice that locked it in place. The cold of death leaned in so close to whisper it’s looming threat, but still life went on hidden beneath this. A light snow collected about and a breeze blew them around. The wind had soon picked up and snow was blowing in every which way. Even with this and the abundance of spring, winter seemed to favor a certain brute. Born in these conditions and growing up against it, Icere found nothing usual or challenging in the cold. The large wolf had been scouting for prey for a while, and though he found nothing of face value, he had been past a few packlands and was aware of a few places he could chance on for a meal. It seemed that his trade could take up here, assuming that theses packs were fairing just like all packs during winter: bad.
The sounds of snarling and a small herd came into Icere’s acute ears. He turned quickly, but otherwise remained still, debating whether to investigate. Ice cracking and the sound of a struggle pricked his interest even more and so he moved closer toward the creek. Padding softly on the snow, he appeared to be in no hurry as always.
In the distance, the sight of two other wolves quickened his paws. He grew closer while his form was still camouflaged by the snowy ground and the snow flurries falling from the wild, blizzard winds.
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« Reply #3 on Apr 19, 2006, 7:17pm » | |
Bitch was growing slightly impatient with the fae, and still was requesting a portion of the meal. Jugulars rumbled, growling best she could, to show only a peice of her mind. Bloodlust grew rapidly, hunger even more, oh how she wished this damn thing to enter the core of 'er mouth.
Nostrils flared, catching scent of another canine in the distance. Only more trouble. A male. Only more.
Cranium swung to the direction in which she had lightly scented another wolven, but this one must've 'ad lighter colours, for he was not quite visible to the eyes of Ir. But it was more her impatience that distracted her from catching better sight of this damn brute. Iri hadn't eaten in days, nor had she slept even longer. This was on a continuos walk to hunt down a previous wolf that had given 'er trouble- But he had been taken care of.
Attention had even more so turned off the femme and the prey she had been devouring, and turned towards the brute, though still keeping an 'open ear' for the bitch, just in case.
"Who goes there!?"
This came as a loud cry out into the distance, of impatience, and ignorance. But no, she would not let her stupidity and tiredness take over her. She was acting nothing like 'erself. Rather bitchy indeed. This came strange, for over the years, bitch had always been calm in such situations, and always kept 'erself unnoticed, unseen, and unbothered. Orbs shut, and a sigh heaved out.'Hunger shall not control me' silently did this whisper come to mind.
Mitts stamped the cold terra, now that she was already noticed, why bother trying to undo that mistake, though most likely impossible. Plus, how much bigger could the brujo be than she, a well raised wolf of the russias, and even if his size was larger, how much more cunning, how much faster, how much more could he be than her?
Skull shook slowly. No no, Ir had thought too much of 'erself once again. Analyze the damn problems, don't go bickering about in your head about the greatness of the situation. Don't be goin' so optimistic on yourself. Slowly, bit by bit it came together. If the brujo wanted a fight, the request shall remain ignored as Ir try and obtain some of the prey. Wait till he makes the charge, then move. Her favourite option, when it came at ready, was throwing one off a cliff... But only when available.
If though, the brute had requested mere talk, it would be most likely he were to be ignored, once again, unless he said something of intrest perhaps. Oh well, screw the damn brute- Bag rumbled mercilessly- I want food....
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« Reply #4 on Apr 20, 2006, 12:07pm » | |
The blizzard winds continued to roar around the scene, blinding vision and striking the senses. Icere wasn’t immune to it, but just used to it. He was lucky that he could tell the difference when the land appeared a bit more crystalline as this lake was frozen. Well, if too much pressure was applied then one could find that the ice would break and soon you would be in freezing cold water. Icere was lucky that time he had been submerged as a pup because of unsteady paw steps, now he was more aware of the danger to his fortune.
The two wolves were now very much within distance, but Icere knew that it would be a bit difficult to make out his form from the landscape. Of course his fur wasn’t pure white, and actually quite dirty and a bit of grey inherited from his father’s pelt shown through. Either way, Icere would make himself completely visible, but a chunk of meat kept him wary. Winter brought animals to the teeth and at each other’s throats. He doubted either wolf would share the mere leg that was in the middle of the confrontation. Icere stopped and took the chance to think. He could create a diversion and try to take it, but he felt easier, long time deals seemed to benefit him greater.
A demand and a shout brought him back from contemplation and he continued forward while replying the call.
“The name’s Icere." He came forward and circled the two widely to keep from getting in the crossfire if anything was to erupt. The small leg was fresh from the looks of it, but he didn’t see anything for miles. Remembering the cracks of ice on the creek helped him put two and two together. Icere chuckled casually with a bit of boyish charm in his smile.
“Looks to be some blizzard…" Head turned toward the sky before slowly coming to look at both faes. “Maybe I could help either of you out…" He sat on his haunches leisurely as the winds ruffled his fur. He hoped he hadn’t gotten too close. He would be ready to get out the way anyway.
“Perhaps I can offer a deal? You give me a bone, I give you a bone…" Icere kept his opening deals very unpronounced and vague. The key was to act like the other was getting the most out of the deal.
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« Reply #5 on Apr 21, 2006, 4:37pm » | |
Orbs flashed viciously, blinking off the snow of this quite deadly storm. Auds pinned 'gainst cranium, rump settling down 'wards the settled winter's percipitation. Bitch grumbled slightly, not so much intrested in speech or interaction of any sort with this male. But if needed, she may do so.
Icere. Quite the different name, a reminder like ice, perhaps. The way it rolled off 'er tongue as she spoke it within' 'er mandible sounded most baneful. But how she admired the name, and the way the brute had circled 'er and the other bitch, how taunting it seemed. For what reason, she did not know, but all there was to know, was that she 'ad to eat, soon, or she would no longer be herself. The way 'er mind saw things, her perspective, changed dreadfully when consumation had not taken place for a long period of time.
Snarl came 'pon femmora's face, a deal, a bone for bone, as he had said. What in particular did he mean?
"In particular, I must say this meal does not belong to me, for its holder has not been willing to share..."
This came in a very low tone, quiet, and lifeless. She was not one to speak much to another, and not so much with volume. Let them live as they please, for she will only talk, when questioned.
"But even if I had obtained some of this cervidae, I would not be willing to share with you, brute."
Never would she explain why. In rare cases such as this would she even speak excess comments. Eat, you must eat before your heart softens and your mind weakens... Soon, if provoked, she would lunge for the female, and for the food...
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« Reply #6 on Apr 23, 2006, 7:11pm » | |
Spheres narrowed as they spied the trio, all whom seemed not at all balistic(sp?) about eithers company. Obsidan framery was engulphed in darkness from the stone cold abyss, the timbers cast long, tall shadows o'er his hide, tufts of matted fur drifted up in the catching zephyr. lippers peeled back as sniffer caught wind of a bruthen, another male. A small, silent snicker left his ajar vents, the winter was cold, yes but he could care less what season Satan threw at him. Melarkies melted back onto his scarred skull, talons cut through the ice and snow like sharp knives a butcher wold carry.
Charcoal male's fangs protruded from his upper lippers, hackles rose slightly, showing the other masculine creature he would take no bullsh.it, only give it. Mirrors gazed at the speaking bella and he chuckled, A shame one as yourself can't find food in this terrain.] he knew he was no part of the conversation, but he could not help adding his two senses. It seemed as though a male was getting food from a female. A half-hearted chuckle rumbled his chassi, brawny build ceased movement, chain dragged on the wet loam behind the he-b.east.
[Does this male inturrupt your dinner?] he hissed, tassel picked up o'er his oynx build, a clear warning to the opposing canine. kissers pulled back in a slight growl, [A pity and shame it is, one like yourself, so-called wise and intelligent wastes his food and does not have enough to last him through the Winter. Pity he is begging lasses' for his supper. I dare not speak for the bellas but I can say clearly they wish for your company as much as they wish for a blabbering iceblock.] a grin plastered 'cross his battle scarred visage. He knew he was agitating the male, but this was the truth.
[A bone for a bone?] A loud chuckle echoed the valley below as he tried to hold his stance, ending up sitting, haunches folding neatly under he. tassel swept 'cross the wet, terra firma to his side, [Liar.] He snapped, visionnaries continued to watch Icere's actions, his facaial expressions as well. An amused expression played upon Azucar's maw, he couldn't hide it, it was funny to pester ones thinking they were greater than females. Thinking they could beg for meals and Reinga and Ira would toss him a bone like a domesticated canine would get.
Azucar was not one to beg, oh no, begging was not his thing. He did no tricks for anything, he was not someone's toy, someone's game, nor someone's pet.
He was a wolven, obsidan in color, virile in gender, brawny in build, aggresive in temperment, wise in nature, stealthy by his ancestors, five in years and feared by all.
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-The Calling You Recognize: Azucar
-The Gender You Recall: Virile
-The Years You've Left Me Alone: 5 Years
-The Tint You Last Saw: Obsidan
-The Pack That Trusts Me: -none-
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« Reply #7 on Apr 23, 2006, 8:04pm » | |
Bitch snorted. This brute sounded damn right stuck up, and should know when to keep his mouth shut. All that shit coming from his mouth, that filth and mockery of others, she disliked so. One could easily mock another, but one could not make one happy as easy. Only weaklings mock, for a dog that barks, never bites.
"Icere, is no more a bother than you, dear brute..."
This had spurt out randomly, definately saying she should eat. She should consume and sleep soon, before she kills herself with speech of stupidity.
Optics zoomed n' locked on in towards the new brujo, this one's words should not be bothering her, for she is not of that type, but they were, oh how they were. When the bitch, had gone bitchy, there was no cooling down. It seemed almost impossible when negativity hit.
Auds pinned 'gainst 'er cranium, maw baring 'er ecru and pollenated enamels towards the others. Admantine orbs scanned each of the brutes frame. Two males, and two females, including 'erself.
Whipcord remained hung hellwards, shoulders alligned with 'er auds when erect, skull hung low, stop alligned slightly above 'er knees on more a sixty degree anlge. Extremities were wide spread, holding 'er ground, keeping formation.
Now that she was in more a not-really-herself mood, she might as well keep it that way. Who cared if she had gotten herself into a doltish position, and began actions lacking of intelligence.
"Sorry to say, I am not myself today, so therefore I ask of your dubbance, wolf. If you wish not speak it, that is fine by me, but I am known as Irina..."''
Dumb comment. And not only that, he most likely will not reply and speak of his dubbance. Fine by her. She didn't care. Just trying to start a conversation, and if that didn't work, fine by her again. She just wanted a meal, or out of here. Either way, right now socialization was not needed. Food, was needed. Consumation, if that even being a term, was needed. The tenacity of 'er bag roared for food, for prey, for blood. Bloodlust roamed 'er cranium, and oh how she desired it so.
{No muse}
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« Reply #8 on Apr 23, 2006, 11:18pm » | |
Icere looked at the dark wolf make his entrance. The dirty white wolf tilted his head is a puppy like fashion as the wolf began his speech. It wasn’t long before Icere’s puppy expression changed to an emotionless face however. The stance of this new wolf was proud, confident, and slightly aggressive. Baring his fangs as he laughed in a sinister fashion, this wolf showed that he would take on anyone who gave him trouble. Icere would accept that. He was neither here to make friends nor enemies. The fact was he was just going about his business, as always.
The thing was to try to get on the good side of any possible consumer. Seeing this male challenge him, it would have to be immediately dealt with to keep appearances. With these arrogant and temperamental wolves that Icere judged to be easy to get the advantage over once they were assured that they were ‘dominant’, he would have to keep the mood light.
”You’ve assumed incorrectly, sir.” Icere chuckled similar to the shadowy brute, in showing his fangs and having a slight growl in his laugh. He wasn’t able to pull it off as so, but perhaps enough to serve his purpose of creating a joke. Of course whether or not the male would be insulted or take it lightly, Icere would improvise off the result.
”I’ve done quite well this winter. I was just proposing a deal with these two fine canines.” Icere looked back at the two coolly before returning his attention to the male. ”And I can assure you that I do not lie. My deals are made through promises and fulfilled promises. I can tell you if anyone gave me a leg up during winter…” The icy wolf laughed again at his bad pun, taking a glance at the flank of deer. ”I’d be more than happy to help them out next winter or event the next season.” He then didn’t bother to speak of himself anymore. And he took note of the fact that his masculinity was challenged, but for the sake of not starting a futile word battle that would be cut short by physical attacks, Icere ignored it. The faes seemed a bit unknowing of chivalry so he wouldn’t’ try to play that card. Rather, he’d make a statement that showed he wasn’t afraid of the wolf yet still on guard just in case. Taking a step forward and glancing at the other, he then looked to the side composedly as he chose his words. ”Judging by your looks, it would appear that you are fairing well this winter. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t… want to give and help out those less fortunate.” He registered the stances of the wolves. One could mistake the scene as a slightly stand off ish if it weren’t for Icere looking calm, but he did seem to act like a peacemaker.
The blizzard had slaked off a bit. The snow was lying itself on the ground quick, but gently as the winds ceased. Perhaps the ease in weather would ease tension and cool tempers if they should rise.
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« Reply #9 on Apr 24, 2006, 9:51pm » | |
[Those less fortunate are those too stupid to gather food for the passing winter. I dare not ask why my well-being be of your concern either bruthen.] cranium inclined as he surveyed the bxtch that spoke, [Do not apologize for your actions sweet contessa....] fathomless pools gazed at the he-wolven, Perhaps he is here to claim one of these females... unlucky they be. his chainage curled 'round his framery tightly as he wiggled into a comfortable sitting position, [Do, though, be kind enough to share with me, where in fact the pack lands are for the intelligent among us?] his sniffer knew well but he ought to find out whom was intelligent or not, if they were not from the same pack he was interested in, he'd find it himself.
amusing smirk flooded his crimson tinted maw, [There be a luce umong us.] he snickered then his chainage was held stiff above his corpse, he was a proud virile, nothing could taunt him into wrong doing. he was intelligent, yes, he would never slaughter Icere, but he would ensure bloodshed if nessicary. he was no luce, no rebel nor a dark, none knew what he was classified as but all remarked his ability to know exactly the right timing to strike and the right time to use his verbs.... now was the time to use words.
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-The Gender You Recall: Virile
-The Years You've Left Me Alone: 5 Years
-The Tint You Last Saw: Obsidan
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-The Future: -No Pups-
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« Reply #10 on Apr 27, 2006, 5:00pm » | |
Auds pinned 'gainst cranium, nostrils flaring 's petite snarl of annoyment and displeasure came forth. This was all rather, different, so to say, and at random, some worm of a wolf, and then a big mouthed bastard came along and ruined her whole plan of somehow getting food from this fae. When she had not eaten for oh so long, it was hard to resist robbing another of their meals..
Whipcord remained hellbound, seeming to always stay as if permanently down, along with the frown that never left her face, scarred and frozen with deadly memories of the past.
Orbs 'glanced 'round, 'wards both brutes and at the fae again. An odd, situation, more like it. What did they want? Sure, Icere may want the food, but the brute should learn to keep his face out of ones buisness. Then and again, Ir had barged into the buisness of this fae, but that came with a purpose.
Mitts pounded the terra, cold flakes gripping mercilessly between 'er so called toes. It did not quite pain her, but merely did it leave a numb pain, making it feel awkward, and somehow in a small sense, unpleasent.
Fae'd circle 'round both the whole scenario, merely catching and observing different views and perspectives of each of the canines in the surroundings. This way, she could even in little time obatin a faint idea of the powers and weaknesses of all them dawgs {<--xD?}
Why, oh why did she just not leave the brutes to be, whether or not they'd kill eachother, spar or maybe come to leave one another alone, or possibly, though not likely, befriend.
Either way, she did not care. All this thinking she had done, and as she had just thought, was not like 'er. In most situations, fae'd totally ignore another of her sorts, never talk, nor interact.
Eat, consume, digest, taste, savour, sleep, rest... All she needed was to do so, and then it was time to be back as her normal self.
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« Reply #11 on Apr 27, 2006, 7:12pm » | |
Icere chomped airily seeing that this was going nowhere. Being poked and prodded was annoying, but he knew it was some wolves’ right to do so. To see who they could overtake and who to make an ally. Of course that’s what Icere judged, and he would take in details very well most of the time. In this case, Icere had judged that these two wolves were hungry and would take the opportunity to gain more meat with the mere leg they fought over. Of course Icere would have to steer the course… he was very close to ditching the entire thing and chancing to snatch the leg himself. But he tried to keep himself restrained, as it appeared too risky in his mind. This brute he would try to keep as much out of the way of his business as he could.
The other male asked of packs? Icere laughed at this and dared to turn from him, in an arrogant way. He had been by the packs in his wanderings and had concluded almost all of the packs personalities. His mind brought forth the idea of striking a deal with this wolf in exchange of information that may allow him to talk to the alpha and allow Icere hunting rights on the land, but common sense told him that this wolf would be hard to make trustworthy. If he were already, it would take a lot to earn his respect. Such a task was unfavorable and not worth the effort according to the snowy skull of Icere. He might as well give him the locations of the packs so he could finally leave. Now that sounded like a good idea.
“This valley has four packs. The Fuoco, Aria, Terra, and Acqua. Now I could tell you which is the most suited for the… intelligent, but…” Icere sat back down from his turn so that he would have to glance sideways to look at Azucar. Icere let his annoyance and slight egotism get the best of him. “I’m afraid I’m unsure of what your definition of ‘intelligent’ is.” Icere smiled. For the moment he forgot about the fae as tensions between Icere and Azucar rose.
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.Azucar.
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« Reply #12 on Apr 27, 2006, 8:38pm » | |
collasol wolven nodded then abruptly let his chain fly up to the gates of heaven. lippers peeled back at the pesky czar, [If you are hoping to mock me, I suggest you get them lips shut!] virbrations shattered the icy surface below the he-wolf as he growled. chassi expanded, Your knowledge means little to me dear brute. I care little for your opinion, however it's been noted, make no more efforts to bring a battle your way you Runt. snicker left his ajar vents, pacers led his mass off the cold, slushy sodden below. obsidan framery stepped near Icere, [Watch your back.] he hissed, melarkies smeltering atop his skull.
mittens pushed furthur in the wet, limp snow, his pace was soon even with Irina's, however he did not speak to the female canine. he had no reason to. sniffer was held high in the blue yonder, expecting new odors to come to his nares, one did. his twin accoustics pricked high, hackles rose aggresively.
shanks jangled together as he steathly paced t'ward the forestry, among many twisted branches, fallen logs and dead leaves, there was something in there. kissers pulled back, snarl erupted his vocalizer. charcoal hide bounced into the abyss.
a series of snarls and some soft whines came from the brush but none could see his coal figurine and the other... a doe. soon a low moan left the victim and Azucar remained hidden in the shadows, visionnaries locked on the trio of canines, dare they approach and ask for a meal they handed o'er their life with it.
Azucar was not one to fall for charms of contessa's, though he would soon enough, the virile remained an outcast, unsual life for wolvens when they are such socialable creatures. his past was unknown... and shall forever stay that way.
crimson stained muzzle was buried into the carcass he had just brought down, moans still left the deer, though it slowly died in the grasp of his talons. plume wavered happily from side to side, sending small balls of hardened snow up into the air.
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-The Calling You Recognize: Azucar
-The Gender You Recall: Virile
-The Years You've Left Me Alone: 5 Years
-The Tint You Last Saw: Obsidan
-The Pack That Trusts Me: -none-
-The Position I Take Upon Myself: -none-
-The Partner In Passion: -No Mate-
-The Future: -No Pups-
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« Reply #13 on Apr 30, 2006, 1:26pm » | |
Icere kept calm as he was snapped at by the wolf. He did see it coming, but his better judgment had been ignored. Now Icere was loosing interest in the entire situation. He hadn’t foreseen a lot of the events that happened and knew that whatever could be scrapped up from some proposal that had never been organized would just be cold snow with the frozen blood of carrion. It wasn’t worth the insult to have any more chat with anyone here.
He kept seated however, but was left without words to say as the two wolves took to their paws. He stood like a statue now, studying the slacking snowfall and curious to the other brute’s actions. After a while of vigilance it wasn’t long before he saw the brute bring down a doe. Even in surprise and slight envy, Icere kept still, watching. Some might think that he was indeed thinking, but he was simply taking in details. Random contemplations did pop up occasionally. The bold endeavor of dashing in and starting a brawl did seem like a good idea for a split second, but thank goodness intelligence was there and immediately trashed the idea to the mental garbage disposal.
Let the wolf have his meal. Icere was now oblivious to him. The dirty white wolf rose to his paws and stared off into the horizon in the opposite direction. It was nearing time to find some other wolves.
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« Reply #14 on Apr 30, 2006, 2:10pm » | |
Wind whispered into 'er auds, obscure whispers of calm, beauty and death.
Fae stared off into direction of the west, the pounding sounds of mitts treading through the solid terra, through the heavy and vigorous storms, propelling through the thick forests of grey and green.
Mitts began to carry the femme several meters away from the other canines, locking 'er orbs on the farther portion of the wood. Soon it be time to travel with the wind, and serve once again its loyal servent. The fun, if that was what one could call it, was over.
Whipcord settled between 'er legs, fae seatin' 'er rump down on the cold terra. Time to leave, time to leave, and off the wind went, screaming to Ir to join it. Its tease and tolerance left 'er senseless. Just a little longer Fae'd whisper back, the winds wrapping mercilessly wrapping 'round 'er, their unyeilding chords driving 'er nearly mad.
Skull hung low, gazing 'wards the pearled grounds, their dirtied colour of ecru and pine covering its surface. Auds held back 'gainst 'er skull, listening, awaiting anything else to be said.
"Brutes, for now I must leave, but if you are ever in need, though somehow I doubt you would be..."
Fae hesitated, eyeing each through the back of 'er head, slightly tuning it to the right. "I shall come.."
Thereafter, fae nodded 'er cranium, and strut off westwards, following the delicate yet banefully haunting speech of the crude winds. Once again, as unfair as it was, it was time to leave... But may as well, this brute seemed to be showing his teeth before he could bite...
Ná nocht d'fhiacla go bhféadfair an greim do bhreith
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