Grizzly Hollow cage of bones

RE:Winter makes a comeback! A cold snap drops a dusting of snow across Relic Lore, killing early spring flowers.
@Eirian Set 4/15, midday, heavy snow and fking cold. Guardian demo thread for Oula, PM me to join plz.

This was absolutely the winter from hell, Oula was convinced. For a short week they were teased by enough sun and warmth to start chipping away at the deep drifts of snow, a few intrepid blossoms daring to press through the heavy white layer and peek their petaled heads out into the daylight. But in this case, the early bird did not get the worm, and Relic Lore was again thrust into the depths of winter, killing the blooms where they stood. Oula's nose wrinkled in distaste as large flakes filtered down through the needled canopy, dusting her pale creamy coat in a layer of white. 

Still, neither the foul weather nor her widening sides would distract her from her tasks. Fortunately she still had a healthy appetite and minimal nausea, though terrible cramping did cause her to slow every now and then, pausing to catch her breath when she was sure nobody was watching. Occasionally she worried that she might be blessed with another lovely birth experience like last years, or worse, but tried not to linger on those thoughts for too long. She tried to keep herself positive, looking forward to the little lives she would soon bring into the world.

Oula made her way towards the borders, weaving between the cedar trees as she balanced her large white paws over the hard crust of the snow. She occasionally stopped to proudly lift her leg to mark her trees in the most subtle act of defiance of having her rank of second stripped from her by an overgrown yearling. Growling under her breath, she made her way to another tree, roughly raking her shoulder against its rough, red bark and lingering to scratch her rotund midsection against the sturdy trunk.

@Oula

Snow, snow, snow as far as the eye could see and frankly Eirian was beyond done with the powdery substance. Especially when he started to believe he no longer had to worry about removing clumps of the compacted flakes from between his toes once the weather had gradually warmed and the first blossoms of flowers eager to make their debut began to sprout through the melting ice only to be thrust back into a frigid world. Frozen in time and annihilated on the spot.


Today was no exception, though, as the fiery silhouette of the Asurn male trudged nonchalantly across the snow riddled earth away from the last place he had departed from Asha's silvered side yet again. Still, the hormones of her pregnancy plagued her and he was not keen on sticking around for too long to risk his head being snapped at nor did the woman even try to hide the fact she was beginning to grow tiresome if not bored of his presence. Again. It was time to move on again before tempers flared.

Occasionally Eirian allowed the citrus hue of his gaze to wander slowly skyward following the elongated trunks of the red barked timbers that currently surrounded him with their needle-like canopy that partially shielded him from the weak sunlight that wanted to shine down and offer warmth, but could not. It was during one of these upward glances that paws began to draw closer then eventually over an invisible line riddled with the stench of wolves who inhabited the area, uncaring about the crime he had just committed while nostrils flared at the putrid aroma. The disgusting creatures smelled like they were everywhere and the aroma burned the inside of his nose, a front paw coming up to wipe at the side of his muzzle as if the action could possibly rid the smell, but alas to no avail.

A faint scent blew on the frigid wind towards Oula, the heavy musk of an unknown male causing her lip to curl in distaste. The woman quickly ceasing her itching and pulled away from the stump, standing with her nose held to the air as she deeply inhaled. Slowly she turned, honing in on the scent and noting with irritation that this particular stranger was much closer than any stranger had business being. Oula pushed her paws against the snow, throwing her stout limbs into a run as she sought out whatever wolf had intruded on her home. 

Luckily the brute was easily distinguished against the snowy terrain by his rich red coat. Oula barked as she lurched towards him,  snow crunching under her thundering paws as she ran towards the intruding male, her pale green eyes narrowed to enraged slits. She might have directly bowled into the man and gone directly to physical confrontation had she not a belly full of cubs to worry about. This fact alone irritated the warrior woman, but it would not let it deter her from confronting the problem herself. 

She stopped a few lengths away from the slightly shorter male, her short grey tail held high and rigid over her back in a proud plume. There was something uncomfortably familiar in his rust pelt and muscular build, and the fur of her nape bristled. The top of her muzzle wrinkled as a savage snarl ground from between bared fangs. "You'd better turn around and leave, now." She commanded the unwelcome wolf. 

Guardian Demonstration: 1/3

"You'd better turn around and leave, now." The words came floating off the notes of a snarl mid swipe of Eirian's paw across the length of his muzzle, a charcoal dusted ear twisting about to face the direction of this hostile company he would have the honor of confronting before allowing the citrus hue of his gaze to do the same. A cream brow quirked skyward in mock interest, once lifted paw settling back upon the snowy ground while he gave his throat a minimal clearing. "And what if I don't want to, hm?" He taunted, taking a step further over that invisible line to test just how lionhearted the monochrome woman was. 

After a quick drink of her scent and the lingering hint of new life intertwining with the various pack indicators upon her fur and the personal notes of her own unique perfume, how far would the expectant mother truly go knowing she had something so vulnerable at risk within her abdomen? She'd be a fool to engage in a tussle given her state, but perhaps that was her end game all along. To rid the abominable succubuses that developed within her womb and sucked the very life from her. Honestly, Eirian wouldn't even fault the taller woman if that was an underlying reasoning for her swiftness at intercepting the perpetrator. 

A young deer has been separated from the rest of its herd. Hunt Opportunity

@Eirian Ah crap this one totally fell off my radar! If you wanna go for a tussle or rolls we can just let me know (but obviously nothing too serious seeing as this is a bit old haha)

Oula's already narrowed sage eyes squinted further at the cocky bastard's words that skirted on the edge of a challenge towards her, noting that he seemed none-too-concerned by her presence. She was aware that perhaps a pregnant female was not the most intimidating thing, but the stranger would be making a mistake to think that it meant Oula was any less tenacious than she ever was. Somewhere in the woods a young deer bleated lonesomely, and in any other moment it would have caught her predatory attention, but she was simply too focused on the intruder to pay it any heed. 

"I'm not giving you a choice." The words dropped flatly from her mouth, her short tail lashing high in punctuation. What he did or did not want to do was of little concern to her. The warrior woman's head lowered, the muscles of her body tense as she prepared for a physical confrontation and relishing the fresh course of adrenaline that pulsed through her veins. 

Again she bared her fangs, strings of saliva draped between pearly teeth as she opened her jaw letting a guttural growl reverberate from her throat. It was the last warning this little annoyance was going to get from her. Her white paws pushed into the snow as her claws dug into the frozen earth, thrusting her forward at a lope towards the russet male. Either he would wisen up and get the hell out of her way, or face the consequences of the mother's wrath.

Guardian Demonstration: 2/3

(This post was last modified: May 21, 2017, 07:25 PM by Oula.)

A tussle it is

A pitiful bleating of a deer warranted a russet ear to twitch momentarily, but no further reaction was granted on the Asurn's behalf. His own attention too wrapped up in pushing the buttons of this impregnated female and seeing if she really would engage in a more physical altercation should push come to shove. Curiously, citrus irises studied the wolf before him and awaited a response to his small advancement further into pack claimed land. 

"I'm not giving you a choice." was finally spoken in a flat manner while her short tail lashed out upward and her head lowered down instinctively, swarthy lips once again peeling back to bare fangs decorated in strings of saliva that honestly did little to intimidate the copper man. "Oooh, I'm shaking in my fur." Eirian retorted, adding emphasis behind his mockery at her displays by allowing his muscles to shiver like a child lost in the depths of winter, stricken with fear. 

The next moment his stance broadened, muscles tense and ready for impact and his own head lowered to protect his throat, charcoal dusted tail mirroring the high flagged position Oula held. A challenging glint behind his eyes watching the bulky woman charge toward him, a sneer plastered across his snout. "Give me your best shot." He growled, his own inky lips now slowly peeling back to reveal his set of tarnished teeth ready to clash with whatever she tossed his way.

(This post was last modified: May 24, 2017, 05:21 PM by Eirian.)

@Eirian Lemme know if I should change anything!

If Eirian's taunts were meant to rile her, well, he'd succeeded on that front. The irreverent remarks from the trespassing wolf made her blood boil, as if he was just asking for an ass kicking. And who would she be to deny him that unvoiced request? Oula would make the smarmy bastard regret ever setting foot in the cedarwood. Snow glittered behind her, kicked up into a white veil by her thundering paws. For whatever it was worth, the russet man wasn't a coward, but neither was Oula. As he held his ground the warrior woman continued to charge forward, the rumble in her throat attempting to drown out his own growls. 

Before the moment of impact, Oula opened her jaws as she careened towards him, pearly fangs seeking to grab a generous mouthful of whatever bit of fur or flesh she could reach. Her creamy forelimbs were extended as well, trying to put the full force of her weight into her lunge. She would try to throw the man off balance, to knock him to his knees and make the flippant wolf bow before her as he should have long before they ever made it to this point. 

Guardian demonstration: 3/3

Figure his kicking could be a reason for her stillborns later? But lemme know if I need to change anything :)

Citrus eyes narrowed to watch and study the charging woman, trying to acquire whatever vital information he could from her body language that would aid him in gaining the upper hand in this situation. Was it foolish of him to provoke a pack wolf? Yes. Did he care, though? No. In the end, this was just another step towards honing his skills for the day he tracked down that old man and instated an act of revenge for wounding his pride and making a mockery of the Asurn name. Eirian had made a mistake fleeing the scene when he had a chance, but there were plans to amend that dishonorable action.


Dark lips pulled back further and muscles tensed in preparation for the impending impact as Oula lunged with forelimbs extended, russet-tinged ears falling back defensively against the sides of his head until the weight of her body came crashing down. Staggering, he could feel the harsh tug of teeth against the scruff of his neck before the excess weight upon his knees became too much. Collapsing into the snow underfoot on his side with the woman toppling on top of him. "Get off you fat bitch." He growled out, limbs shoving with all their might against her chest and abdomen with little care towards the damage he could possibly cause the developing lives inside, his own jaws trying to snap back at the side of her face. 

@Eirian

Oula growled with pleasure as her fangs snagged the thick ruff of his neck, relishing the solid impact of her body colliding with his. She felt the shift in weight, the strain as he fought against her own mass and then the ensuing collapse as they toppled towards the earth together. She'd proudly call herself a fat bitch if it meant she could shove this jackass over. Where she had him on the ground, she began to shake her head with the grip she had on his scruff to do as much damage as she could, trying to tear skin. His own teeth came flying at her face, snapping dangerously close to her eyes and raking across her cheek.

It would have been little more than an annoyance, wounds to her face she could take, had it not been for his clawed paws kicking and raking at her underbelly. A well aimed kick knocked the wind out of her, pain searing and spreading across her abdomen. She could feel her litter twisting and wriggling inside her. Whether or not Oula tried to ignore her current state, her cubs hadn't elected to this dangerous undertaking. Fighting this bastard wasn't worth her children's lives. 

Oula released the man, stumbling backwards and posturing herself defensively, head low and limbs crouched close to the ground. Pale green eyes wide and ringed with white she stared at the man, tongue rolling out from her jaws as she bared her fangs. "Leave!" She bellowed in one last attempt to rid the territory of this fiend before she would cut her losses.