Beaver Dam rue the day

i ain't seen the sunshine since i don't know when....

He prowled among the creek, his shoulders tense, and his ears pressed against his skull. His blond tail twitching just at his hocks he would stop once, and awhile putting his nose to the sway of the breeze. Brown nostrils flaring he'd taste the air, hoping to catch some sign of any other beast. When nothing came, he continued, his golden green tinged eyes drifting along the easy flowing creek. He wasn't sure what he was really looking for. His life had planned for him, and he had never been use to making his own decisions. Over time being a loner he had grown to like his free agency. Most times he was happy to be without responsibility for anyone but he. The days were so long, seeming endless, dragging onto into the other until they seemed the same. This was what was bothering him. He needed reals structure, and a point to his life. Right now there seemed none.

"Humphh," he grumbled to no one but himself. He was a warrior, not a wanderlust fool. He was craving something of the familiar. He pressed the issue aside. Right now he wanted a drink. He lowered himself along the banks, watching his step against the rough snow, knowing some of it might be straight over water. The last thing he needed to do was catch some kind of cold. Once he got the sense where was creek, and land his nose pointed down upstream. There he spotted a beaver dam's not to far. Squinted eyes he studied the sturdy structure, wondering where the little balls of fur might be. Large, blond paws pushed into the slush just at the creek's edge, and he slurped up a good long drink. Once done, he let the water dribble from his chin before shaking it off. He strolled closer to the beaver's dam, just observing to see if he might spot one.

What was the point in living? Killing, torturing? Causing pain, destruction? Making friends, peace? The shaggy wolf, named as Kainda, which ment hunter's daughter. How true that was, what kind of hunter his father was! Hunter of blood, pain, misery, not much different from herself. What he had told about Sara and her family? They were the better part of Wheatears, insane as them all, but the half taht didn't cause destruction whereever they went. And what was left of those good? Rebecca, one pitiful wolf. And what was left form the more evil side, Josia and his offspring? Three living souls, including Kainda. What did that tell about the meaning of life? Destroy, make them bleed, suffer, feel as bad as you do.

Cold freezing her gums, that stupid fang making it impossible to hide it in the safety of her mouth. Her scarred snout wrinkled as the dirty wolf snarled. Wood, under her feet, dam, she was walking on it. Her large silhuette drawing to the sky, her muscular legs carrying the scarred body, ones so tidy coated form over the home of those ugly creatures. Head was low, poisonous eyes looking straight ahead. Voice, that familiar voice, echoing all over her head. <i>'Well, well, ready to die? Blood! Its blood! From you! You're bleeding, you stupid, don't deny it! Run, I will hunt you down!'</i> That crazy voice, this time not telling her what to do, just speaking meanless words, useless sentences. But no matter what it was saying, it was always there, and it was always encouraging her to make everything around her to bleed. How many times she ahd tried to start her life all over again?

The wind blew an unwelcomed scent in her black nose. Another wolf, another creature to witness this monsters horrible outlook. Those sickly green eyes, messy, thick, ugly fur, scars all over her muzzle, not forgetting the ones hidden under her matted coat. And then that tooth, sticking from her mouth. Why anyone would like to give even one glance to her? Won't they just turn their eyes away in disgust, some even fear this beast? Why they wouldn't? Leg by leg Kaid halted, almost on the end of the dam, eyes pointed to the brute, staring him. She wasn't snarling anymore, counting off her tooth that always made her right side looking angry. Kaid couldn't help it, but she didn't look very friendly anyhow. Head was low, tail as well, looking straight at him, eyes having no sign of friendliness in them. No one deserved friendly gestures. In Kainda's world, no one.

i ain't seen the sunshine since i don't know when....

He had not been looking long when a yellow female, about his age, padded from the nearby willows onto the dam itself. An ear cocked in her direction, and his golden eyes studied her body in detail. Rage, was the first word to come to his mind the way she carried herself, a rip of a snarl pressing against what had been quiet. She prowled, and for a moment it appeared she had not spotted him. From his stand point he thought he saw faded scars swirled around her muzzle, but he wasn't sure. If so she must have been punished severely to have marks like that. It was a simple conclusion for his mind to come up with always needing an answer. Quickly his posture became stiff, and he did not continue moving. He stopped trying to decode this situation he was in. He did not come across many friendly creatures, and didn't like to take reckless chances.

Eventually she came to realize she wasn't alone, and her eyes swept over to his. They locked, and he could feel his light blond hair rise along his spine. It didn't raise very high, not yet. He couldn't tell if she was merely gawking, or thinking about asserting herself. His ears rotate back still trying to make up his mind about this new wolf. She had a low stance, and maybe she was curious to what he was doing. He some how figured she didn't often see others, or was surprised to encounter them.

A snort of indifference he shifted his muzzle back to the creek, and began entering the cold water. She was in front, and raised above him and so he'd be cautious. Slowly he pulled himself through the shallow depths, keeping the female in the corner of his sight. At the same time his nostrils were flaring trying to pin point where a beaver might be. He could detect one had recently been out, but couldn't figure if it had returned. He was eager for something to fill his stomach. If she left he wouldn't care, and if she decided to watch he wouldn't be too bothered. He had no mind in sharing anything.

(This post was last modified: Feb 19, 2012, 11:02 PM by Vander.)

Unsure should she be cautious, aggressive or neutral, the large wold kept rising and lowering her lips, baring and hiding her teeth for a quite long moment. Finally the tawny wolf came to decision: Kainda was going to be cautious. That was usually the best way to deal things, aside with aggression. Stepping down from the dam to solid ground, keeping her sickly colored eyes on the stranger, head low, tail stiff behind her. <i>'Fairy, KILL, fairy, KILL!'</i>

She hated to the shore, still keeping her eyes on the brute, but only a little longer before they turned to see the large dam, never completely letting the creamy male get out of his sight. What was he going to do? Hunt for beavers? Wouldn't it be much nicer just fight with her? Rising her lips to the thought, turning her gaze to the male again. Would he fight with her? Kainda really wanted a good fight now. Perhaps he could catch something. Food, food sounded like good thing to fight for. And she was actually hungry, so yes. Kaid was going to wait until he could catch something, then try to steall his food. Lowering to her haunches, looking as he searched for beavers.

i ain't seen the sunshine since i don't know when....

He didn't care for her company, and had hoped she would run off. She had to be waiting for a free meal, either for him to share or to steal his food all together. The thought made his fur bristle around head, and atop his skull. He had no intention to hunt something, and let her have any piece of it. He had no will, nor need to share. He continued strolling through the creek, keeping an ear turned in her direction. This was why he hated lone life so much. Everything was a fight, and struggle to survive. He was tired of surviving he wanted to live. He paused peering deep into the nearby willows, and tall faded grass that rose out of the snow. He could detect the comings, and goings of the beaver there, and saw there tramped down trail. His blond ears pinned to his head, he was not sure if he could fit back through there. The willows were tightly wove, and bending toward each other as if to embrace. An irritated snort, he climbed onto the banks, and continued wandering looking for an opening.

He saw where some willows had been cut away, and he worked his way there. He picked up a fresh scent, and followed. Sometimes he was caught up in the willow, getting a scratch to his hide, or leaning away from a branch not to catch his eye. It was there he spotted not a beaver, but a hen. It beat it's wings trying to take off, but it could not fly. A coy grin, he watched the defenseless creature try to get away, but he overpowered it with little work. It was pathetic to kill it, but he was doing it a favor and putting it out of it's misery. Swiftly as it attempted to hop away he knocked it down with his paw, pinning it to the ground, and clamped his jaws around it's neck. It went with a final squawk, and he gingerly picked it up. He made no attempt to go back to the creek. The female was on the other side somewhere, and he would just dare her to attempt to get him, or his kill.