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We all fall down - Samhain - Mar 13, 2015 [dohtml] Samhain
is he dark enough? She could smell them about, the other females. It would seem if it was a sickness she had then most of them had it too. It made her nervous, the freshness of their tracks, the way they criss-crossed across the cove so casually, so confidently. Where did that leave her? She had been keeping to the edges of the territory since she realised she was not alone, going out of her way to avoid confrontation, gathering whatever scraps she could scavenge and making sure strangers knew that this was a claimed area and they were not welcome. She had chased off pesky coyotes and generally attempted to keep herself busy. She couldn’t get in trouble if she made herself useful surely? Still she visibly winced when she crossed the scent of another. She was not quick to forget the way a wolf like her was treated when they accidentally stumbled across another. As much as she might want to convince herself that things were different here, @“Vespertio” was a good leader and Master was there to protect her (even if her vision of master did seem to change coats depending on whose scent she had most recently crossed), she still couldn’t shake the feeling that her current high position was a sin, and the looming storm cloud over her head warned that punishment would come if she ever dared to think herself any higher than she was. But something deeper and darker had been awakened since she had met Rhysis and it whispered that she should be here, she should take what was hers by right… A shake of her head quickly rid it of such foolishness as she buried her nose in what remained of the snow (at this altitude there was plenty to go around), searching out lemmings now more accessible with the softening of the snow. A warm scent tickled her nostrils and she forced her forepaws into the snow, her nose frantically rooting around as her teeth made threatening snaps. She didn’t realise the scent at her back was a fellow predator, instead of prey. [/dohtml] RE: We all fall down - Namid - Mar 13, 2015 [dohtml]
[/dohtml] RE: We all fall down - Samhain - Mar 13, 2015 [dohtml] Samhain
is he dark enough? It wasn’t until she raised her head catching little but melting snow drift in her mouth that she realised her mistake. A quick shake of her head and a snort to clear her nose confirmed and her ears swung to sit atop her head while a small shiver of worry worked its way from the tip of her twitching nose to the end of her rigid tail, frozen level with her spine while her body processed the predicament she currently found herself in. Her joints were splayed and locked in place as she fought the urge to run. Her heart hammered in her ears louder than any war drum as her tail inched higher over her back, twitching downward and then back up again as she battled with herself. On bandy legs she made her way towards the other female, a comical sight fighting to keep herself upright. She could easily be mistaken for the neighbourhood drunk the way she weaved her way unsteadily in the direction of her young opponent, dancing between holding herself as a dominant wolf would before shrinking back down to the stance she more usually carried. Finally she realised her folly and chose to stand her ground, a bark leaving her lips in greeting, not overly friendly but acknowledging the other woman who carried their leaders mark no less. Her tail finally found a comfortable position sitting level with her spine, her splayed forelegs prevented the woman from burying her face in the mud and snow in front of her, but her head sat lower than it should while she tried to ignore the voice that screamed in the back of her head to RUN. [/dohtml] RE: We all fall down - Namid - Mar 13, 2015 [dohtml]
[/dohtml] Re: - Spirit of Wildwood - Mar 13, 2015 A lynx has left behind the remains of a deer. +5 Health RE: We all fall down - Samhain - Mar 13, 2015 [dohtml] Samhain
is he dark enough? The wolf before her not only called her bluff but even went so far as to raise. A gentle breeze could have pushed the brown wolf over but still she pressed her luck. Her head momentarily twitched upward, the tightness of her lips proving the strain it took her to keep it there. She could feel an impossible weight pushing her towards the ground and yet she dared to try and take a step forward. As the first limb stretched out the other wolf met her eyes, the air from her lungs alone with the words it carried enough to make the crack-brained wolf’s limbs lock up as she stumbled and fell heavily on her side with her legs locked out like some sort of startled fainting goat. Quick to realise the battle was lost she tucked her legs and rolled over to expose her pale belly. Her right eye was squeezed shut to stop her from getting (more) mud in it but she quietly tipped her head back to expose her creamy throat. It was only as she lay there that the other woman’s words were finally processed. It was an introduction of sorts and she supposed the polite thing by these strange wolves standards was to offer her own in response. Her voice was quiet and shaky as the singular word left her lips, her tail tucked tight against her stomach daring a small wag to accentuate her harmless nature. “H-haine.” It was only then she noticed the scent of food wafting on the breeze. [/dohtml] RE: We all fall down - Namid - Mar 13, 2015 [dohtml]
[/dohtml] RE: We all fall down - Samhain - Mar 14, 2015 [dohtml] Samhain
is he dark enough? The click of teeth near her face sent a wave of relief running down the pelt of the brown wolf on the ground. She had been expecting a much harsher reprimand to be honest, and the total lack of physical enforcement she had been put through since joining the pack only helped the girl to grow more confident. Yes this woman was above her now, but she had not fallen so far, given it was not a position she had risen to claim but more slotted into by default. The gesture to get up was met with a puppy-like enthusiasm, her tail dragging between her legs while waving somewhat frantically and shoulders hunched as she greeted her new superior with an excited bump of her muzzle to the other woman’s jaw. She all but pranced forward before quickly spinning around in the mud and snow to zoom back past the other wolf and settle in a step behind. Her wide eyes betrayed her excitement, and even at a slow walk she managed to bounce up and down like an excited child that had been told to walk instead of run. Finally the splayed remains of the deer came into sight and stopped, laying a few wolf lengths back with her head resting on her paws. She had already been put in her place and she knew better than to presume she would be permitted access to the kill before the more dominant wolf had eaten her fill. [/dohtml] RE: We all fall down - Namid - Mar 17, 2015 [dohtml]
[/dohtml] RE: We all fall down - Samhain - Mar 21, 2015 @Namid - One more should wrap it up :) Happy for this to be Haine's fade [dohtml] Samhain
is he dark enough? The invitation was unexpected, but she realised that perhaps she wasn’t as far down the totem pole as she had been raised to believe and just maybe she might have managed to graduate from scraps of skin and meatless horn to something a little more appealing. She hunched her shoulders as she crept forward, keeping a weary eye on the silvery wolf, ready to jump out of the way if need be. She began to gnaw on a rib bone, the satisfying grating and cracking of bones against her teeth and breaking in her jaws sent small ripples of pleasure down the brown wolfs spine as she began to think that this was something she just might be able to get used to. Becoming a little more bold in her ravaging of the carcass her head disappeared to feast on vital organs, such a rare opportunity she wouldn’t readily pass up. Her jaws clamped tightly around a length of intestine and she made her retreat, the grey organ dragging behind her like a long string of sausages. She settled herself within sight but far enough away to not be perceived as a threat and began to devour her prize, watching closely for the next opportunity to stuff her face. She planned on eating until she was so wide she would have to sleep to get further than a few meters from the kill site. [/dohtml] |