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 Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 12:33 am
 It is an unusually cold night and though the moon shines clear and clouds do not threaten to cry frozen tears, there is a touch of winter to this cool darkness. The moon break through the branches and leaves as shafts of cold light, casting a frigidly beautiful scene on the swamp floor. Standing quiet, in the shadows, watching the swaying dapples of light, is Through Your Eyes. She has not moved since the moon rose, still in a way that did not speak of laziness or apathy, but rather sharpness and purpose. She was listening, listening to the wind howling through the mangrove trees.
It reminded her of the howls in her dream. The one that gave her her name as she ran with a pack of wolves, seeing them as they saw each other, through many eyes and also one.
Sometimes she is tempted to howl with the wind, but she doesn't, because the wind will not answer; it merely continues its angry tirade, buffeting the swamp as if in reprimand. Instead, she listens and watches, and if anykin came across her and looked her in the eye, they would be faced with a fierce wildness in her eyes that needs not their glow to relay.
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 2:20 am
 A pair of red eyes gleam, showing brightly in the dark of the night. Making his way through the swamp, Winter's Kiss pushed his way through a particularly stubborn patch of foliage, shaking his thick coat free of the last leaves. The chill in the air was comfortable, and his breath hung in the air, a frosty puff that hovered before slowly dissipating before his eyes. He was at home in this almost-alien time of night, when an eerie stillness lay over the swamp like a blanket. He enjoyed nights like this--with his fur, considerably longer and more dense than that of an average kimeti, the cold didn't bother him a bit, his fur holding his own heat close. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let a sense of peace wash over him before slowly opening them again. Lifting his nose, he inhaled slowly, as if sifting through the myriad scents of the swamp, his posture confident and untroubled as he took a few steps farther forward, lowering his head to drink from a small pool.
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Posted: Sun Apr 28, 2013 1:37 pm
There is a muffled crash, the sound of a large creature breaking through dense foliage. Ears focused on that sound now, Through Your Eyes tracks the creature, most likely a fellow kin, listening to the quiet steps and the sound of breathing. They are not so far from each other that her sharp eyes cannot pick up these subtle sounds of life. She can smell the water in the air, clearer, that of a small pool and the soft drip, slide of water escaping between teeth as one drinks.
She does not approach though, for it is not in her nature to instigate a meeting. Instead she prefers the higher ground, like a predator watching for prey. So she listens to that creature's sound as she circles the tree she had been standing in the shadow of. Climbing up and up the layered roots of old mangrove trees that lay over each other like lovers in the snow till she reaches a high perch. Not so high as to be unnatural, but high enough off the water level that an approaching kin would have to tilt their head up to meet her eyes even as she settles down onto the root platform in the lounge of a hunter watching its prey.
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Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 12:14 am
He cocked his head to the side, as if he thought he might have heard something. More alert, his ears tilt forward, although he lowers his head to drink again, his body language relaxed--clearly even the unknown doesn't particularly faze him.Finally having had his fill, he looks up at the moon, and makes a low, half-whine, half-growl sort of noise. The sound is quickly swallowed, as if it escaped without his permission. Shaking his head at his own folly, he seems to grin, the expression particularly toothy as he hears something small rustle in the underbrush, moving swiftly away from him.
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Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 9:35 pm
Through Your Eyes nearly laughed at the growl, not because it wasn't wild or fierce, but because it raised a bubble of mirth in her chest. But as it was, she had never laughed in her life and it felt so strange that the laugh could not escape. She lounged on the roots, relaxing, idle in her hunter's watch. She considers for a long moment before letting out a low, guttural growl in response. It rung in the air, the growl of a wolf who had hunted many hunts before.
It is not a threat though, merely a response, an invitation.
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 8:04 pm
His attention focused on her sharply, the moon temporarily displaced. Catching a glimpse of her, he tilted his head, his ears tilting sharply towards her. When no other sound was forthcoming, he visibly shrugged, sense of humor returning, along with another small grin when she did nothing overtly threatening. "Stalking me, hmm?" His voice was deep, and perhaps a little gravelly, as if he didn't use it all that often. "I doubt I'd make a very good meal--not a particularly tender morsel, if you will..." This was accompanied by a slow swish of his tail--not a wag, more an unconscious movement. "Or were you, perhaps, planning on hiding until I'd gone on my way?" This last said with more curiosity--he knew he had a rather intimidating look to him, after all...but her growl had seemed more inviting than fearful.
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 10:01 pm
She did not get up, content for the time being to lay comfortably on the root. She looked down at the glimpse of white from between the between the branches and leaves. It was enough to extrapolate the rest of him, hunters rarely saw their prey completely until it was dead. Not that she was hunting him, but she wasn't particularly inclined towards company and she never did much socializing, preferring to stalk or observe, but not to interact. He had piqued her interest, though, with that growl.
She tilted her head, changing his view of him, as a large predator often regards a particularly small meal, but it was non-threatening. Her mannerisms were simply rooted in the hunt. She did not answer for a long moment, perfectly still as she often was. Then she gave a roll of her tail, a flashing movement of yellow and blue before settling it down again. Her voice was low, cool, with a faint rasp of disuse that manifested like dry leaves rustling together, "I think you know the answer to that question yourself."
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 10:27 pm
He chuckled, fangs flashing brightly in the dark as he inclined his head in her direction. "Not quavering in your hooves then, I take it?" Given his rather fearsome appearance, his tone was on the gentle side, even if it had a rough edge to it. Something crashed through the underbrush some distance away, the sound loud in the otherwise (relatively) quiet swamp. His ear cocks lazily in that direction, although he doesn't look away from the doe. He couldn't help but wonder...if he took off, would she give chase? It might almost be worth trying it, just to see how she'd react.
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 11:06 pm
"Not at all," she says, her inflection even with a small touch of amusement, like the glimmer in a cat's eyes when it is toying with a mouse that has no chance at escape. Her tail gives another slow sweep before she rises from her spot on the root only to jump, lithe and near silent, onto the swamp floor in front of him. This is the first time they have an unobstructed view of each other and she gazes at him evenly, taking in details in one glance. He is not so imposing in appearance as her siblings, though never let it be said that wolves could not face dragons.
She gives a small, almost imperceptible flick of her head in the direction the crash had come from before speaking. There is nothing in her voice that speaks of much interest, more of a drawl then anything else, lazy like a hunter who believes him or herself above simplicity, "A little too loud, a little too stupid, don't you agree?"
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 11:19 pm
He laughed softly, inclining his head ever-so-slightly in her direction. "Good to know...I'd have been disappointed if you were so easily...intimidated." At her next comment, he shrugged. "Only if it doesn't live to run another day--if it does, then something's working, no?" Then he smiled again, flashing teeth. "On the other hand, if something hungry happens across it when it's being so noisy, then yes, most certainly." Apparently, this wolf enjoyed the occasional foray into idle musings...who would have known?
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 10:39 pm
"Do you often find other kin intimidated of you?" She asked this with what could almost be considered a mocking tone of voice, but no, it was not so simple. She did not doubt that, perhaps, he had come across other kin who were often intimidated by the flash of sharp teeth or his size, but rather she found it rather pitiful that so many existed at all. She did not begrudge their existence, but found it distasteful to be confronted by the idea that she could have been one of them. As it was, she hid sharp teeth of her own and she may be the owner of a soft pelt, but what she lacked in scales and armor, she made up for in sharpness of mind.
She smiled, relaxed, but not friendly at his comment. She teasing, just slightly when she speaks next, "Do you often foray into philosophical territory or is it something about the moonlight?"
Her smile darkens as she continues, "I would only consider it working if it were skill; if the only thing keeping it alive is the fact that no creature is hungry at the moment, nothing is working, necessarily, if it's just luck."Vashtya Sorry for taking forever and a day on this!
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 1:42 am
Amorpheous Ack, how did I miss your reply in here? D< sorry! He shrugged, cocking his head slightly. "Sometimes...I have yet to figure out why, but there you have it." This was said in a particularly bland tone of voice, although if one was paying attention, undercurrents of amusement were woven into it. "The moonlight doesn't help, but I have a leaning in that direction...when the mood strikes me, anyway." He inclined his head slightly, his tone polite. "Hmm...I consider luck equally as important as skill--without the luck, all the skill in the world may not be enough...in fact, while skill might increase one's odds, I would think that luck is ultimately the deciding factor, most of the time." A small flick of his tail accompanied the statement, as he watched her steadily, the barest of grins toying with the corners of his mouth, as he waited to see what she'd say next.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 9:58 pm
"Hardly. Skill makes one consistent and life is about constancy," she replied archly with a toss of her head. "Luck may allow the skill-less to tumble into fortune occasionally, but for prey, that's hardly living since you can't be living one day, dead the next, and then come back to life."
"Certainly, a degree of luck is useful for a hunter, but I would wager that it is luck that increases one's odds and skill the deciding factor." She flicked her tail, eyes reflecting the moonlight. She continued on, amused and not too serious, but obviously meaning exactly what she says, "Where luck may allow prey to escape once, skill will allow the hunter to compensate for that moment of luck to bring down his or her prey."
"As it is, this would seem to be a moot point, at least for that unfortunately unskilled creature in the underbrush." Her gaze flickered in the direction of the long gone noise. "Far away, running towards its death, however unlikely it will be that either of us will be the one to deal the killing blow."
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