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Nice To Meet You - Treena - May 05, 2012 OCC: She is coming up to the border, but quite a distance away. The she-wolf rolled in the sun, trying to steal the heat for her own use. She was freshly groomed, smelling of pride. Her fur was almost sparkling, each section fluffed out and soft. She was comfortable, wrapped in a tight ball on the ground. She was enjoying the day, the floor was dented with her figure, made just for her. It felt nice, warming somehow. She wasn't thinking about packs, the border had to be pretty far away for all of them. She could slightly smell one, but only because it was drifting in the air, a warning she was coming up to one. She was safe in her own isolated bubble. Full of beauty, comfort, and warmth. She was alone, and happy, no worries. Her stomach rumbled, focusing her attention on the meal near her paws. She licked her lips, preparing, relaxing in the moment. She liked this part of dinner, knowing she was going to have a great feast. The feeling that came over her was something she couldn't explain, the feeling only a starved loner could ever feel. She bared her fangs, then dove in, not caring about the blood covering her muzzle. She'd have time to clean it off later, right now she wanted to make a mess, she wanted to do what she could to enjoy herself. Eating was a great time of the day, and now she could. She could do what ever she wanted, and this was what she wanted. She tore off the limbs, tearing into the food and slurping up the blood. She was proud of herself for making such a catch, one of her biggest yet. It was more than pride that filled her now, even better than that. This meal would last her all day. Nice To Meet You - Marsh - May 05, 2012 The sound of the running river was something that you just had to get used to when you lived in the Grove. It was fortunate that Marsh was really quite fond of it; though he had never been particularly fascinated with water, he found its presence reassuring and calming. Rarely had he seen a more bold and un-ignorable territory border. Nice To Meet You - Treena - May 05, 2012 Treena's head flung over her shoulder, not gasping, nor seeming too be afraid, she tried to fully protect her prey by standing over it. This had happened before, with the she-wolf, Nina. Yet, she wasn't going to take her eyes off it. The closer he came, the more her fur turned into the wind and her fangs became exposed, warning him off. She tried to think fast, preparing herself for what could come. Thinking too hard wasn't good for Treena, doing it too much put her in paranoid stage. A rival male around her half-ate kill would end badly, and he smelt of other wolves, of pack. She wasn't at the border, there was no need for a pack wolf to venture off to see her. She watched him carefully, expecting him to back off, or retreat as soon as she saw she was eating, that there was no danger. She wasn't open to company. Her golden eyes were like honey, but covered in fear. She was pleading he'd leave, take one look at her and go back into pack territory. She'd ask to join when she felt strong enough, not when she was in the middle of eating! Her muzzle wrinkled in frustration, inhaling his scent a couple more times. She was curious, trying to figure out what pack he was from. She had no idea, she couldn't. The only one she knew she had been rejected from. That didn't give her a ton of information. She shortly gave up, golden touched ears flicking in the wind. "I'm not causing any trouble." She hissed, head flat outwards and ears pinned. Her golden muzzle was still covered in blood, but she quickly licked it off. She kicked the rabbit under her stomach, leaning down until she felt it's fur on her's. She was almost resting on the ground, but more like she was preparing to leap, as if she was hunting. It was a good move. She could jump high for a wolf, if he dared step forward she could attack at the snap of the fingers. If he dared take her rabbit, he'd have to knock her over. She was digging her nails into the ground, refusing to budge. It would take more than a grown male to get her to move willingly, she'd go down with a fight. "I'm eating. Come back later if you want company of some sort." She wasn't mocking. She was actually inviting him, using manners to try and get him to leave. It was shocking, how she offered he returned, while snarling. It was much like Treena. She couldn't turn down meeting a pack member, hearing their story. She also couldn't risk not eating this food. Nice To Meet You - Marsh - May 05, 2012 It was not difficult to predict that she would react that way. It was her meal; he had intruded upon her. In any normal situation, her immediate hostility would have been little more than a cue to just take his leave. He wasn't here to be a thief. Nice To Meet You - Treena - May 05, 2012 There was no bloody way in hell that Treena was putting up with this crap. She had rules created for herself, and she was to follow them. Treena knew what she was capable of, without a pack she had given herself a rank. She put herself on the top, where no one could touch her. This male had tested that, he did something rude in her mind, and she couldn't handle it. He had ignored her invite too. Her beautiful back-legs pushed her back, until she felt her butt touch the ground. Then she threw herself forward and into the air, flying full force at the burly and scarred male. Her paws stretched out and reached for him, snarling in frustration. Her claws tearing up the earth when she landed, breathing into his face and growling back in. "You aren't in pack territory." Her voice rang through the forest, trying to scare him off. She didn't want to attack, really it wasn't in her nature. That was why she didn't land on him, instead she stood glaring at him, directly in the eyes, snapping her teeth beside his throat, saliva dripping off her fangs. She wasn't one to back down. She felt higher class than this male, he was trying to take her food! She knew rats with more respect. Fighting wasn't a great option for a struggling loner, Treena wasn`t stupid, she knew that. She'd rather chase him back past the border, teach him not to throw his weight around just because he could than actually fight. "You have no rank now. You can't come here and try and take my food. You can`t just try and scare me off." The she-wolf was ranting, buying herself time, hoping he couldn't read past her scowling grimace. He was being an ass, and she didn't want to run away with her tail between her legs and let him do it. "Go away." Nice To Meet You - Marsh - May 06, 2012 That one step had been more provocative than he had anticipated. The girl rocked back, and then charged at him. If there had been any hopes for ending this situation diplomatically, it had just been shot to pieces. Nice To Meet You - Treena - May 06, 2012 Treena didn't run, it wasn't in her nature to give up. She knew this fight could kill her, but it was a risk she had to take. She was already head deep. Unprepared she watched as his jaws made contact with her cheek fur, breaking the skin and leaving her bleeding. She had turned her fragile face at the last second, leaving the side open while her white throat was protected. Yet, an attack was an attack and she was in a great deal of pain because of it. She watched as the red fluid slowly came out, which was a good sign. It stung like a bitch, and made her lose her train of thought. Though it wasn't streaming out, and therefore she wouldn't bleed to death. Which by judging by the intimidating male, may not had been a bad way to go. She was in rage, meeting his open teeth with her own. She was brave not to run away, or maybe stupid. Even she didn't understand. She knew she couldn't fall limp instantly, that would show weakness, and maybe end her life. She had to keep trying, not unless she was sure would she submit. She didn't see it as her fault, she was trying to warn him off and he had made the first move. Now it was rolling out of her grasp. His weight was too much for her to fend off, snapping her teeth in an attempt to grab his flank wasn't working, she was losing balance. Paws digging into the soil she tried to push herself forward, her multi-coloured fur fluffed out to try and add some cover. It was no use, his teeth were like knives, his weight like a boulder. She was losing her footing. Treena had to make a quick move. Either make a run for it, or try and take him down with her. Only having a couple seconds to think, her plan was obvious. She would never run away. Letting herself go, the she-wolf smashed into the ground, bones throbbing in responce. She ignored it, mind racing on other things. Her black nose raised with her upper-lip, fangs snapping at the air, trying to get a good hold on his fur. This had to go her way. Nice To Meet You - Marsh - May 06, 2012 To her credit - or to her folly? - she resisted. They were fairly evenly-matched in terms of bulk, and, in seemed, in terms of stubbornness. Really, Marsh had been provoked. He was almost entirely blameless in this entire ordeal. Nice To Meet You - Treena - May 06, 2012 The last thing Treena needed was a torn ear, or a large scar across her face. Her beauty would be nearly destroyed if her face was deformed, no longer the clear sign of youth it now was. She was too gentle to pull off a battle wound, too innocent to look proper with a marked pelt. Of course that was not what she was thinking. She was thinking of survival, of being able to get out alive. Fighting back wasn't putting her on that path, quite the opposite. When his body slammed into her she was sent struggling for breath, not having the strength to push back. He was trying to show dominance over her, set her in her place. It wasn't a fight over food, over the meal resting far from her grasp. She had been wrong. He had just wanted to show he was bigger, stronger, she had pushed him off the edge in her attempt to drive him away. Treena was a lone wolf. She had no place in the wild, and that was why she had such trouble being accepted into packs. Why she had been rejected from Copper Rock Creek, and why she now fought with this male. No one had told her where she stood like this before. Her back was rubbing against the dirt as she tried to push her way to an escape, clawing at him with failed attempts as his jaw tore chunks out of her fur. The more she pushed the more she felt the teeth, the more breathing came harder, the more she felt weak. The more she knew she couldn't win this round, and the more she understood who she was. She was a starved loner, who knew nothing of training or true battles. The only violence she knew was the cougar attack that had killed her siblings and mother. Had she not survived that? Now she couldn't fight off another wolf. The thought covered her in shame, and some spark returned to her joints. She dodged faster, but wasn't able to get back on her feet. It was too late, her hope had bad-timing. She had figured out her rank already. She was nothing compared to this male. Trying to avoid his teeth, her ears instantly folded and she tried to turn on her side, upper-lip falling over her once snarling teeth. She went still, showing her neck and falling limp. She was prepared for death, if it was what she deserved. Her tail went between her legs and she avoided eye-contact, paws totally still and mouth panting. She dared look up at him once, not in the face, but to show him she had figured things out enough. She didn't dare move, only the rise and fall of her chest showed she was alive. Covered in blood, mostly her own, she stayed like that for awhile, hoping to catch his attention with her sudden change. Nice To Meet You - Marsh - May 06, 2012 Finally it sank in. His lips and chin pink with her blood - with barely any of his spilt in comparison - he sensed it immediately as she stopped resisting, collapsing fully to the ground with barely a sound. The reaction in Marsh was equally swift; he let go of her flesh and let his legs straighten, so that he towered properly over the surrendering female. His tail curled tightly over his back, and he growled softly - but not kindly - as he lowered his nose to her face, keeping himself up close at all times. If this was a feint, he would allow himself to be taken by surprise; she would submit fully or not at all. |