Sacred Grove [BWP] dirty boy takes a nap

Vaken Svart Vaken ferociously ate the carcass of a decaying bird. The majority of meat was gone, feasted on by other wildlife. Nothing but feathers and blood remained, tangled up in the grass. He lapped at it shamelessly, burying his muzzle into the dirt to rub his face in. It had taken him three days to travel to Sacred Grove from Lost Lake, and he hadn’t caught a lot of prey. Serpent’s Pass had been horrendous. He was sure he could have made the trip in just two, maybe one and a half without a break, but he liked to take stops and restore his energy. Wasn’t that one of the blessings of being a lone wolf? He got to go wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He sneezed, a puff of dusk expelling from his nostrils. The dirt and feathers were tickling his whiskers and dirt was getting in his nose. He was covered in mud, twigs and other shrubbery. He hadn’t taken a swim at Lost Lake and it showed. He was matted and gross, but happy. He pressed his mouth against one last bone and gnawed. It didn’t have any flavour, but it kept his mouth busy and faked the movement of truly eating. There were a few birds perched along the ground floor, pecking at berries and plants. He wondered if he’d be able to catch one and enjoy a fresh meal, but he was tired. After sitting in the hot sun the last few days, it felt like heaven to relax beneath trees. He dropped the bone from his mouth and yawned. His eyelids were getting heavy and he didn’t feel like moving at all. Closing his mouth, he rested his head on his front paws and shifted his weight into a sleeping position. Let the coyotes get me, he thought. At this point, he wanted an hour nap more than he wanted safety. I feel numb, born with a weak heart I guess I must be having fun

(This post was last modified: Jun 30, 2018, 01:52 AM by Vaken.)

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From afar, Laurel watched the small, dark male eat his meal. He sat there too long contemplating whether or not to steal the meal, and the next thing he knew it, there was no bird left. Nothing left but blood on the ground, and he left with nothing but a growling, aching stomach. The boy wanted to scream, anger bubbling in his chest. He was angry at the other wolf, who had found a meal, he was angry at himself, at whoever had cursed him, at the coyotes that had taken it upon themselves to steal every scrap that he managed to get his paws on. It wasn't fair! He deserved better than any of what he'd been given.

Lauraceae's teeth clenched tightly together as he watched the dark male go from lapping up every last drop of the blood and then go off for a nap. And then he saw it — a bone. It wasn't much, but the yearling had become more and more desperate for something, anything to eat. He was tired of being hungry and tired, and although an old bone doubtfully held much marrow, Laurel had little choice. He waited for a few more moments, hopefully to let the black boy fall off to sleep. Laurel could have attempted to sneak towards the wolf and steal the bone, but he was lacking in stealth. It was much easier to take a different and much louder approach.

He took a few breaths, then started sprinting towards the sleeping figure. "Coyotes!" he shouted, stopping just near the stranger. He gave Vaken a good, hard shove. "Get up, Man! Coyotes are coming! Ten of them, at least! RUN!!"

Vaken Svart Vaken barely even opened his eyes at the alarmed cries of the male. He was disinterested. Ten coyotes? Ten coyotes was an exceptionally large number. He had seen three, four on occasion. He sniffed, trying to catch a whiff of anything abnormal. It didn’t smell like ten coyotes. The smell of coyote was faint and stale on the breeze. His nose crinkled and he let out a slightly frustrated sigh. What was going on? The chaos was the most frustrating part. The small wolf had just been trying to take a nap after his meal. Being so rudely awaken, especially for a false alarm, made the wolf’s blood boil. When he was shoved, his upper lip raised in a vicious snarl. The jolt pushed him onto his feet, his tail raising and fur bristling. Vaken was usually fairly calm and conflict avoidant, but not this time. His muscles tensed and his entire body started to shake. The vulnerability of being half-asleep, mixed with the territorial drive to protect his food caused the small male to take a dominant stance. He wanted to snap his teeth in the stranger’s direction and bite, but composed himself enough to stay still. Instead of attacking, he stood territorial over the leftover bones. “There better be ten coyotes on their way,” he shot. He lowered his head, his ears laying flat and his upper lip twitched once more. “I’ll run from coyotes, but not from you.”     I feel numb, born with a weak heart I guess I must be having fun

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Laurel's eyes lit up when the small boy got up, but quickly grew disappointed when the wolf didn't high-tail it and run off. He couldn't have expected to cry coyote every time and for whoever was sleeping to high-tail it. Not wanting to make matters any worse, the boy lowered his head and took a step back. His stomach growled and he gave a nervous laugh. His tongue swiped over his scarred maw as he stared at the bones. Time to try Plan B. Or perhaps he'd be best to spare himself and go straight to plan C.

"I apologize. No, there's no coyotes on their way — not yet, anyways. I'm sure they'll be here, sooner or later." His tattered ears swiveled, he took another quick whiff. They weren't here yet, but lately it felt like they were hot on his case.

"I'm starving, you can't fault me for trying, right?" Laurel grinned at the other boy. "They've been taking every scrap I can get. But I guess going after your scraps, I'm not any better than they are..." his voice wandered off, but then he brought himself back into the moment. "Anyways, I'm sorry. I really am. But maybe you could just... toss the dog a bone?"

OOC: feel free to have your character do whatever in response! He can bite Vaken or try and steal the bone or just run off. Whatever you feel comfortable with!

Vaken Svart Vaken was growing more frustrated by the second. When the stranger stepped back, Vaken took another step forward, pushing his chest out. He started to chew the air, clashing his teeth together. Share? A small amount of spit drooled off his chin as he snarled, his fangs desperate to sink into flesh. These were his. He wasn’t a pack wolf for a reason. He didn’t want to share. It didn’t matter that he was done with them in that moment. It didn’t matter that he had been falling asleep and had no use for the bones. It mattered that he had been nearly tricked, that his cleverness had been insulted and that he was hungry. Vaken was struggling to feed himself. He wasn’t going to give out handouts, especially to a wolf that had tried to trick him. What did he have to gain from that? Nothing. He defensively put his paw over the remaining bone and shifted it closer to him. The more the boy spoke, the more apparent it was that Vaken was losing his control. He did not speak. Instead he brought his teeth even closer to the stranger and opened his mouth, threatening to chomp down. He was instigating a fight. He lowered his growling muzzle and pushed forward, attempting to push the wolf’s face away. “Fight for it- or leave,” he hissed. I feel numb, born with a weak heart I guess I must be having fun

(This post was last modified: Jun 30, 2018, 12:55 AM by Vaken.)

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Note: mature language

For a moment, Laurel thought he might have had a civil conversation with a fellow wolf. Coyotes were terrible company, but in his experience wolves were rarely better. Although the yearling had not been granted the gift of gab, he found that some wolves were usually forgiving, giving, and sympathetic enough to lend him a bone. He had thought that this would be the case here too, but Vaken was stepping towards him.

Laurel dumbly stared at the wolf, who got uncomfortably close. This finally brought forth the yearling's own growls, his face scrunching up as he showed all of his teeth. @Sahalie and @Kino had tried to instill kindness in him. And he had tried to hold onto what they had taught him, but that was so long ago. It was hard to do what was both good and protect himself. He should have ran, he knew he should have. It wasn't his bone, as worthless as they were..

But didn't he deserve something, too? Didn't he deserve anything?

Laurel thought he did, but the world was out to get him. Everything he did, everything he got seemed to tell him otherwise. He would have to take what he wanted. Even his scraps.

"Fuck you," he jumped forward, trying to tackle the black boy to the ground and grip at the scruff of his neck.

OOC: ahhh coyotesssss!!! Looks like their fight is getting interrupted. If you'd like to acknowledge them you can, but we should try and make a few more posts before they split up and run away

Vaken Svart Vaken fell from the impact. He hadn’t been expecting it, despite asking for it. He had expected the yearling to back off and leave him in peace. Everything had happened so quickly. His emotions had taken over and filled him with instinctive self preservation and anger. While Vaken didn’t desire to kill the other wolf, he had meant to dominate him and claim the bones as his. Politeness was lost on him. He had been tired, and grumpy and hungry when the stranger showed up and tried to trick him. Did that deserve a fight? Maybe not to some wolves, but Vaken wasn’t really the talking type. This was how they were going to solve it. His body hit the ground and rolled against the weight of the other male. Vaken was smart. The young male knew better than to start fights with wolves larger than him. In this case, he knew they were similar in stature due to their circumstances. When teeth sunk into his scruff the small male went frantic. He dodged his head to the left, tearing away. He was quick enough to avoid breaking skin, but the pain of being grabbed made him wince. Conflict like this was dangerous for lone wolves. Any attack could mean life or death. This motivated Vaken to fight ruthlessly, biting at the air close to the other wolf’s face. He wasn’t particularly strong, but he was filled with adrenaline and rage. He let out an angry bark and used his hind legs to kick at the male, attempting to throw him off. Using any strength he had, he aimed for the wolf’s shoulder. I feel numb, born with a weak heart I guess I must be having fun

(This post was last modified: Jun 30, 2018, 01:51 AM by Vaken.)

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In the distance there is a large pack of coyotes howling.

Hah! This could not be a more perfect time for the 'yotes to show up

Laurel had fought over stupider things before. This was not the first time, nor the last. He felt a bit of pride as he managed to knock the other over, but knew better than to try to celebrate just yet. The battle had just begun. He'd started off strong, but now he had to keep going. Laurel didn't think he could be brought to kill over scraps, bone-scraps of all the types of scraps. But he wasn't that hungry, not yet. He would be, eventually. As long as the coyotes were around, they were stealing his food. Still, he wasn't going to be gentle with the other. He wanted to taste blood.

He didn't react quickly enough, head jolting from left to right to try and avoid Vaken's snapping jaws. He tried to stand above the other and tried to take the blows to his stomach, but finally the black male threw him off. Worse, he felt teeth on his shoulder. Lauraceae was sluggish, he had been fighting for a long time. He ground his teeth together and snapped for anything — an ear, some cheek fluff — to grab on as he pushed his weight into Vaken. Fighting a wolf wasn't like fighting a coyote. Vaken wasn't easy to shove off, he'd have to work harder.

Their little fight had not gone unnoticed. The familiar sound of the coyotes' howls rang through the air and Laurel felt both dread and determination. He would not let the coyotes stop his fight. He was not afraid, not anymore. Laurel pushed off of the ground with all of his strength, hoping to tackle Vaken to the ground again. Get him down and keep him down.

He saw a figure watching them from the corner of his eye. Laurel growled and tried to grab the male's scruff again.

Vaken Svart Vaken acknowledged the howl in the back of his mind, but was too focused on fighting to react. The last thing he needed to think about right now was coyotes. They seemed to show up at the exact moment Vaken was busy, and right now he was very busy. He danced around the other male quickly, avoiding some of the sharp bites. Eventually the teeth grabbed him by the snout and he let out an angry yelp of pain. The forest floor felt warm on the pads of his feet as he dug them into the dirt. He was holding himself steady. He was determined to not lose his balance again since it gave his component too much leverage. It made him defenceless. He wasn’t as strong as he was quick, being tackled again would be a sure loss. Keeping his eyes narrowed, Vaken swung his head out of range of attack and took a step back. His ears pressed forward in a dominant stance. He was refusing to backdown.   When the other male jumped for him, he dodged out of the way. Nearly losing his balance, he steadied himself by leaning into his attacker. He tried to grab hold of the wolf’s flank with his sharp fangs, straightening his legs to regain footing. That was when he saw the coyotes. He had heard them in the distance, but seeing them closer now was a rude awakening. He felt his jaw loosen and his attention shifted from the fight to the emerging vermin. He growled in their direction and stepped away from the fight. “Guess neither of us get the bone,” he hissed. I feel numb, born with a weak heart I guess I must be having fun

(This post was last modified: Jun 30, 2018, 02:28 AM by Vaken.)

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