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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 10:09 pm
 RIP, place meat on a hot sun drying rock, rip, place another sliver on the rock, the creature being turned into sundried jerky was a fox, coloration was no longer visiable in it's tattered corpse. The razor sharp fangs making easy work to the remaining flesh just ate what was left and couldn't fit on the flat stone. A red-brown eye and a blind blue one moved to look around.
The doberman pincher marked wolfess sniffed the air, something male was coming her way. A snort at the scent, pig-headed arrogant Alpha she assumed, she had came onto the land wrestling the squaling fox to the ground. The she-wolf looked to have taken alot of damage, but that would be to anyone's perception, she was a bloody mess long before anything ever had came into her bitting range.
Looking down to the ground where there was a splattering of dark blood in gravitational droplets all around her frame, she shrugged. This wolfess was as cold and dead as her left eye. She had absolutely no way of registering pain and in such not much manners for anything alive.
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 11:15 pm
He slowed down and inhaled curiously, yet another stray female. He smirked softly wondering if he could find her and have some sport. While he had willing enough, he could never have too much of his own brand of fun. His red eyes gleamed as he scanned the area and headed towards the scent. There was something wrong, he realized. It wasn't the fresh lively scent of a healthy female. Perhaps some she wolf had gone and died on his lands? He tilted his head and moved closer as he saw a bloody wolf in the distance. She looked quite torn up, it peaked his curiosity as to why she wasnt on the ground whimpering.
"You! Are you aware you tresspass on the lands of The Reign of Terror?"
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Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 11:54 pm
The wind carted over the scent of the male again, but this time the voice of the fool boomed out. As if his words were all that important. Valdis was angled to where her right half, that held her bloody skin flap, exposed bleeding shoulded and the back hindquarter where she looked to have been dragged by something larger then herself.
Valdis was an average sized wolfess, but her mild mood turned to what others called rude. The tattered left side of her maw was visible when she turned to look at the black male wearing an overstatement of head gear that blocked the straight view of his face, but the red eyes gleamed out from under the bone helm. He looked like a Tyrant, but she just scoffled.
"Sounds like a pathetic attempt to name your land something that would bring others around you to there knees," in otherwords the bloody femme seemed to state, why should I care? It's just another pack to walk through.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 12:04 am
Chernabog moved closer his eyes tracing over the females body curiously. Now seeing how torn she was, the blood slowly splattering around her, he was wondering why she still showed no signs of pain. He growled softly at her "On your knees is where you'll be if you do not state your purpose, and name." His voice came out a bit harsher then usual, this female was cocky!
He gave a soft huff and stood over her, his larger frame casting a shadow over her.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 12:34 am
This male was lucky she had just ate, otherwise he would be in the perfect place for her sharp fangs to sink into his thick neck. Although he wasn't like most she killed, or fed off of, for some reason he seemed to be one that she wouldn't find any pleasure of killing. Well not like the others.
"You won't get me to stay on them," she informed the male violently, with a curl of her lips to expose the black gums as she made her face turn into a snarl. As for her purpose of being on the territory, was the stripes of meat not enough to be obviouse to the bone head.
"But Bone-head, my purpose is to your right on the rock, obviously," might as well point out the bleak facts for someone that needed that much protection for his skull. It just made the femme think he was a soft head under that skull cap. She stood at her full height even in the male's shadow, the snarl never leaving her tattered maw. He was arrogant, too arrogant for her liking, and an arrogant fool she wouldn't regret taking to hell with her if he tried to act on taking her down at the knees.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:08 am
Chernabog smirked beneath his mask and glanced at the rock noticing the meat being heated by the sun. He looked at the female curiously and tilted his head, he had seen the two leggers preserve their meat in such a fashion, but wolves had no need for that...or did they? He thought to the winter when food was scarcer, perhaps he would follow the females example and try to preserve some food for his pack. For now he grinned at the spit-fire female and tipped his muzzle.
"Tell me your name brave bloody beauty? I'll let you pass for half of your meat. Or you could stay..." He grinned. "I've a need for warriors with spirit, and you seem to have it in abundance, a life alone is no way to live. Join my court." His tone almost turned the request into an order, now he was determined to see more facets of this strange females personality.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:04 am
The clear eye looked straight at the male, taking in every slight movement of body language and her nose could smell the different energy coming from this male. As he peered over to her tanning meat, she watched the red glow go dim in, what she had noticed her 'prey' do during, remembering something.
The rock only held eight stripes of flesh from the fox, seeing as it was a small rock, but the one holding the fox's bloody skelton, face and tail, was the perfect size for the meal to be devoured. The thought of giving up half her meat to someone who didn't even earn it made her teeth click shut, though the snarl was still in place.
Valdis could snatch up her jerky to be and go the small couple yards out of the territory, but that method was for prey, not a predator that had lured all of her prey out with the thought of an easy kill. More then half the dogs she had ate had thought of the easy target that she wasn't just cause of the blood dripping off of her and her body's condition.
"Or I could just take all my meat and leave you with just a name," she responded with her eyes narrowing, she never stayed in a pack, well except for the cannibalistic one where she learned the tanning of the meat and then went about her own way. What he hadn't called his pack a pack, but a court? This reasoning of the over-sized headgear was obvious now, he was afraid of more brain damage.
"Packs aren't my thing, I have a tendence to eat others and I answer to no Pig-head fool with a soft skull thinking they are a king," the last part was only thrown in cause she recognized the request had turned into an order and she had never followed any order ever given to her in her entire life, well that she could recall.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 3:33 pm
Chernabog looked over the meat as well, his gaze traveled over her frame and the length of her legs. He figured she could try to run, but there was a chance he might catch her, and if she grabbed all the meat and tried to run she would be slowed down considerably. He grinned and and met her gaze, "Lets start with your name then little cannibal." He chuckled.
He wondered about trying to convince her into the pack, after all if she joined that would make three of their number who ate the flesh of wolves. He didn't mind it, he just didn't want them to try to eat each other. There would be no eating of pack members, well perhaps a slave who had outlived their usefulness. "Perhaps they aren't your 'thing' because you have nothing to offer a pack?"
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 12:46 am
Her legs were long, coming from one of her parent's agile bloodline, probably just as well as her shot nerves, but that was the past and something to get lost into while following the tracks of her next meal in a few days after her sun-dried jerky would be gone. Though the male's grin and chuckle had her feeling an impulse long since dead with her mangled frame and pain sensories.
"Valdis is what a few, who still live, know my scent by," the only one she had left living that she could recall was a black she-wolf with a facination of skins. The smell of the drying meat was still too moist with the blood being baked out of it, which was good as a weird and strangled sound, to her at least, came from her throat.
The sound was a laugh at the mention of packs and why she wasn't in one, "Or maybe they just are all worthless and a pain giving life on the go is much more inticing," The words were as close to coo that her snarling face could allow to slither out. She swatted some of the blood pooling at her paws into a nice smear across the ground, she could actually paint the area of where the over-sized chuckle box and her own paws still stood. Her eyes moving back to give a half known stare back into the male's.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 6:50 am
"Valdis..." He let the name roll off his tongue savoring the sound for a moment. He grinned and nodded at the name in silent approval. "Very nice, well Valdis theres nothing to say a pack couldn't offer to allow you to give pain, and you would have a considerable force behind you."
He watched her smear her own blood. it made his mouth water slightly, his eyes gleaming with memories. The alpha moved closer to her daringly.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 11:07 am
Again with the pack, this male was mentally imbalanced, he called his pack a court, not a pack. How strange it was she actually was allowing herself to sand in this spot for as long as she was. Most times she would walk around the area where her meat was tanning and if she heard the sound of another, try to lure them out. But she had feed on enough for her stomach's liking.
Anyways, if she started to pace here, the male might think she was nervous. What a thought, her feeling anything but the lust for warm blood running down her throat and the sounds of others suffering expressing things she never understood. Valdis had no ambition, no main reason to keep herself anywhere, but she had the drive of a natural lone hunter in a blood craze.
"Besides, Bone-head, a pack, or court as you call yours, has never been able to hold my interest..." her tone was a mockery of sorts.
However, the moment the black and red dashed domineering male stepped into her close personal place. She snapped out, jaws jutting forward like a shark's in an attack, her teeth aiming for the male's throat. If her sharp fangs connected to anything but the fur, she could already taste in her mouth, that would be a good plus to her warning, or demand for space.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 6:16 am
Chernabog grinned for a split second as she snapped out and lunged forward himself allowing her to get hold of some skin and likewise burying his muzzle down against her neck. He inhaled her scent and held back a smirk, beneath the aroma of death she did indeed have her own unique smell. He kept his hold on her allowing her to make the next move. He was prepared for her to react with violence, yet something inside him made him question is she would. The female seemed to smart to want to have a foolish and useless scuffle, Chernabog wasn't actually posing threat to her, just holding her...for now.
A pack had never held her interest indeed, but now he held her, and quite well at that. A soft chuckle came out against her throat.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 9:56 pm
The feeling of the flesh against her teeth sent the automatic demand for blood to ooze into the slobbering jaws. The need to taste this blood, was suddenly great, the incisors pinching the warm flowing tissue that was so soft beneath the dark fur.
However, her body felt the restraint of something around her own neck. Tucking up from the neck up to bite at the ear or face, anything that a wild restrained animal would maul to get free. Her bloody paws came up in a sharp raking motion as her razor teeth lashed out and about. The sound of the strong bones snapping shut echoed against the bloody rocks around them.
This male might have had a hold of her, but she didn't know where exactly, and he was latched on to the side of her practically-blind left eye. The sound of tissue ripping was nothing new to her, if it was off of her own pelt, wasn't like she could feel even a new flow of blood. Even then the good stuff clotted quickly, but slowly her dead blood just trickled out of the new exit.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 10:10 pm
Chernabog grinned and danced away from her licking his lips and giving a light chuckle. He liked her spirit, and it was obvious that her tactile senses had numbed, she even bled sluggishly. She would make a great warrior for the pack, maybe someday even a great lady. He shook his head and sighed
"Pity your not good with working with others, well you may be on your way...and I'll graciously allow you to keep your meal, you obviously need it." He smirked and relaxed back on his haunches still prepared for her, but calmer about it now that he had determined he liked this lone female. He hoped she would want to stay, but hey he couldn't get them all to join, still she was quality fighting material.
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2008 10:21 pm
Arrogant, pig-head, worthless male! her mind screamed, but if she screamed it so deeply, that why hadn't she killed him at that moment? Was it the restraint that had tapped a default instinct, long ago thought dead with her nerves?
NO! However, even through her own mental protesting and seething, the words just came out in a low guttural growl. The red/brown eye blazing with adrenaline and the crave for blood, not the scent of her dead blood, but the blood of living, beating, feeling creature.
"How many is in this 'court'?" What?!? I didn't just say that! Ugh, her blue eye freezing in an inner rage.
"Take the meat, I need something that is still bloody and living," she stalked off towards some trees, leaving the trail of coagulated blood in her wake, if the male followed she wouldn't mind, as long as he didn't impede in the hunt, or scare away any of her 'predators'.
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