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 Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 12:26 pm
Ulfhildr was an elder wolf and unlike her brother she had no offspring. Though her brother's offspring were now adults and with pups of their own. The pack she had come from had now dissolved, internal conflicts and family feuds had meant a lot of blood shed and now only a few of the family/ former pack remained. She had heard it one the wind, like so many things, that her nephews had joined up with their son Haemon with an new pack and seemed content with it, thus she was intrigued by the nature of it, The Reign of Terror, it left a pleasant ring in her ear.
Although she was older than a lot of wolves which now walked these lands her age was not clear to the eye that did not know her personally. She walked with the deadly grace of a born killer unhindered by aching ageing joints and her coat still did not contain one grey hair. Her eyes still shone and were as sharp as her fangs and her body was still visually unmarked by battle scars, not for lack of battle just simply evidence of her skill.
She stopped a moment to access in which direction to continue, she turned her head and now faced herself into the wind, not the best thing to do if you feared an attack from others but Ulfhildr feared little. She continued onwards, her prized mountain sheep hide resting upon her back, the weight of the rams horns did not hinder her, so long had she worn this disguise now.
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 1:23 pm
There was something new in the air today, Savhir decided.
Oh, it seemed quite like all the rest; quiet, unhurried, rather solitary. He had seen so many of those solitary days, one after the other, melting together until he could barely tell them apart - he happened to like his days that way, in what he could term peace with the absence of folly - but something in the air managed to excite his careless soul into sudden travel. Paw over sweeping paw he moved with defined purpose, ears forward and head high, almost as though he knew his goal and destination though neither seemed very clear to him now. How he had become so prone to wandering! Still, that was the way he liked things. It would be infinitely tastier if he could find something to gnaw on, however…
Despite his rather large body Savhir made little sound on his sojourn; maybe a whisper of fur in the breeze, perhaps the brush of his pawpads against soft soil, but true to his warrior nature the stolid wolf was nearly invisible between the trees. One had to be when their fur was redder than a miserable sunset, the worst possible colour for camouflage that nature could have graced him with. His belly was round with recent dining, thus taming his wilder thoughts of food and the hunt. His fur was clean, he had a place to sleep if he should choose to return after his itching paws had taken their fill of the land, he was confident in the skills he had honed over a fine lifetime of blood-drinking and game-slaying; if only he could stifle the uncomfortable thoughts of his past few years, then he would be truly content with his niche in life.
But he wasn’t, and he couldn’t, and that - above all else - bothered him. He knew he had pups, albeit the grown variety who no longer needed his finesse to catch their meals, and at one time he knew he had been in possession of a fiery little mate. Yet here he was, alone, pale eyes not really seeing the obstacles his body swayed to avoid, thinking about them and thinking, my, what a questionable move I’d made. There were many more things to life than counting family ties, and suddenly wishing for something to dig his teeth into he crunched to a stop.
His ears pricked, his nose hit the wind, and he realized something he should have picked up on much earlier than he had. Something… gamey, wild, something he couldn’t quite define…
Something white was moving about the forest this fine afternoon, and quietly cursing himself for not monitoring his path, Savhir managed a grim smile. Too late to avoid the hefty thing, which seemed to have horns and paws all at once, he instead decided to take a stand and see just what manner of beast he had come across; it was headed into the wind, fearless as it seemed, and clearing his throat Savhir let out a noncommittal hum. “What is it that haunts the forest while the sun is still out?” he mused, every muscle in his body ready for whatever was necessary. “A giant sheep? Or something my eyes haven’t yet had the pleasure of spying? Hmm?”
Though it seemed like some ephemeral thing, a creature conjured in his craziest dreams, Savhir smelled wolf.
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 2:44 am
Ulfhildr pushed onwards unhindered, large paw over paw which ate up the ground at a steady lopping trot. Her yellow owlishly predatory eyes did not really focus on anything in particular which was a visual display of her boredom besides the way she carried herself. Though with a few more paces a spark entered her eye and though she did not perceive it worthy just yet to raise her head from it's comfortable hung position she did roll her eyes to raise her sight to take in the male in front of her.
He was large, larger than she had seen for some while and walked with a confidence she usually associated with the males from her own family. He had seen her that much was clear to her as he watched her advance on him, she did not care either way whether the male was going to interact with her or not, she doubted she'd lose out on much if he choose simply to avoid her. Yet something told her he wouldn't, a dark smile slid up one side of her face and she finally lifted her head in acknowledgement, why would any wolf desire to miss out on meeting a character such as herself, 'Because they have some amount of sense.' she whispered humorously to herself.
She considered her options, to play the elderly fragile wolf with nothing but stories of battles to tell or to go all out. Ulfhildr's yellow eyes flashed like lightening, she was bored and here was a male who walked with some amount of deadly grace of one that knew how to handle himself, a little fun couldn't hurt she told herself. She paused in her advance and stared straight at the male. For a long moment she held his gaze and then she gave him a wink and bowed her head, the blood stones about her neck fell forwards and tapped the bottom of her jaw and the rams horns fell from the top of her head to rest on the soil below. She simply walked backwards out of the hide, the skin falling to the ground with a heavy flump.
Ulfhildr held her head for a moment then raised it quickly, her yellow eyes flashing and then she lowered herself, knees bending into an aggressive stance and she jumped lightly to the left then right, as if stretching and then broke in a steady even spirit towards the male. Two paces short of the male she lowered into the ground, the claws of her fore paws digging into the ground to push her forward, her bodies momentum carried her forwards and her forelegs nearly came to meet her back legs before she sprung from the ground and lunged towards the male.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 1:53 pm
Savhir was a little shocked and a bit sullen at first, when the eyes of a wolf peered rather uninterestedly at him from beneath the heavy bulk of ram’s horns. True, it had been a while since he had encountered another of his kind - had he lost his impressiveness? But then he saw the comfortable swagger of paws as the wool-clothed creature approached, a complete lack of caution or worry that he usually associated with an impressive amount of skill, and feeling his pulse rise Savhir flicked his ears forward with sudden curiosity. Just who was it that he had stumbled upon today, he wondered, eyes narrowing slightly as he tightened the tendons in all four legs. Just who could be hiding underneath all that white, and who was it that had the courage or gall to ignore an addressing question? He was sure this wraith was either quite rude or very skilled, either of which he would have an interesting time figuring out.
While he was pondering, however, his new adversary had stopped moving; Savhir blinked, his chest rising with anticipation, as that one disinterested glance turned into an intense, almost dangerous gaze. Sheer golden eyes, incredibly golden eyes that in themselves hid a dangerous wisdom and a touch of wildness that hit him with such strength that Savhir could no longer doubt it. He was in the presence of a true wolf, as they were intended to be, and watching her - for surely it was a female of an absolutely rare quality - slip off the sheepskin, he saw a body ready to fight. She had winked at him, an easy gesture, before falling into a most dangerous of postures, lunging at him with such swiftness that Savhir was nearly taken aback.
Ah. If that was the way she wanted to play, then so be it; Savhir wouldn’t disappoint.
Like unbound coils Savhir felt the muscles in his back legs spring to life, driving him nearly straight into the air as with the deftness of a viper the black female struck; he twisted his body, paws reaching for the ground, as he threw himself hard to the left. Where his front paws hit he felt the soft give of fine soil, his hindquarters taking a while to swing back into a pounce-ready position, and feeling his back legs slide a little he wondered if he had ever so narrowly avoided anything like that before in his life. He also wondered if he could avoid another one of this female’s strikes, his white belly furs tracing the dust as he bunched up his spine. Play or fight, maligned intent or simple boredom, Savhir didn’t care; a swift liking of this dark beauty led Savhir to sheath his fangs, throwing his heavy body forward in return attack with eyes intently aflame.
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Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 4:13 pm
Ulfhildr narrowly missed the wolf, who had escaped by a hair and at the end of her attack she unluckily didn't strike her target thus her fore paws landed back on the ground and immediately she instinctively drug her claws into the ground and when her hind legs came to land, her spine bent and curled into a crescent moon and with her shoulder muscles she swung her hind quarter about her and pivoted on her original landing spot, her hind legs swing out to one side before losing their momentum and finally coming to rest with her standing and facing the direction in which she had just lunged from.
She kept the same lowered posture, her knees bent and ready to push her from the ground at any given moment and her head lowered, her jaw and teeth in the way of her own throat and thus protecting it from a head on attack. Her eyes glowed with pleasure as she took in the male just off to her side. He was quick and his muscles obeyed him loyally, this would be interesting she told herself. He readied himself for his own attack and she was ready for it, he came at her slightly off centre to her current position, his weight powering him forwards and his fangs glimmering in the early morning light. She pushed all her weight onto the right side of her body, crouching low and then with as much force and speed she could muster she kicked her two right limbs and sprung to the side, barely missing his advance.
Shifting her weight back to it's central position she turned rapidly to face the male. She smiled at him and rose a little from her crouched position and then walked slowly to her right, beginning to circle him, though she kept her head lowered and her throat protected. She watched him carefully for signs of another attack and growled provoking at him, 'Big male like yourself with all that weight to through about and you can't bring down an old wolf like myself. Tut tut.'
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 10:34 am
“Oh?"
Savhir braced all four legs into the ground, watching as the female circled him. He hadn’t figured her to be the old variety, especially seeing her slink about him now as though he were fallen prey; her limbs were too strong, her muscles too lean and quick for him to initially believe the biting quip she had given. But of course, there was that keen light to her eyes - she knew too much to be a young wolf, and giving out a great snort Savhir lowered his head. “Well then, madam, seems as though you’ve been cheating me,” he sweetly retorted, tail twitching behind him. “You’ve more experience than my bulky self.”
He usually wasn’t very good at taking criticism, but from a wolf that moved with liquid grace and age-honed skill? Perhaps he didn’t mind so much. But he was not about to let her trick him into angry foolhardiness; he followed her movements with both eyes and ears, calculating the touch of her paws against the ground to the amount of speed he knew she was capable of. His mind worked through his list of most-used attack methods, tearing apart one and rejecting another, until with a sly sort of grin he figured out the perfect next move. Slowly, almost leisurely, he moved his body about to follow her circling movements on the spot - then, swinging forward nimbly, he faked a full-fanged lunge.
He stopped just a bit short of the female, however, slamming his huge paws into the ground for a sudden stop, and letting out a deep, rumbling laugh he threw his head high. "Come on then, great she-wolf, show me how the elderly play! I can't imagine you're being serious - weren't we just dancing?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 10:15 am
As she circled him she accessed him and how he had lunged at her only moments ago. He was large, she had known some large wolves in her time and for the amount of weight they carried they could still move quickly and pack a larger punch than many others yet at the same time in a full out attack, in full momentum, they also seemed to find it hard to stop and change direction. Darting motions and quick paw work did not seem to be a strength of such a build in her experience. She herself was nothing more than average in size and build; most of her bloodline was in fact that way but then as generations had proven size meant nothing without the knowledge and skill of battle. She made a clear decision then; a fight in close quarters would bring her nothing but grief, she'd want to keep that distant and quickly close the distant for lunging attacks.
He was watching her also, his eyes seemingly running her over as she had he. To her words she heard his retort and she could not help but smile, the pup was right of course but more than that it showed he had a quick mind and beneath the retort itself was the skill at not becoming provoked at her words. A bright boy indeed. 'Age does not always bring experience pup, but yes maybe your right and I am cheating but we can have fun for a time, no?' She paused and she lowered her head back, setting it between her shoulders, her eyes flashed like lightening once again and she snarled deeply with an edge of humour, 'Until I taste your blood on my fangs at least.'
She watched then as the male whipped gracefully out of his circle and launched towards her, she bend down low to the ground and instinctively pushed and jumped backwards from his advance but even before her paws landed upon the ground again she realised the game the male was trying to play with her and her eyes narrow, so be it. As the male lifted his head in a boastful laugh Ulfhildr crouched low to the ground and like a snake striking she darted forwards rapidly and at the last minute snapped open her jaw and struck diagonally up from her lowered position on the ground up towards his throat.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 12:27 pm
Savhir knew he had been asking for a direct attack; in fact, he had rather wanted to see just how this female would react to his sweet nothings, and she surely didn’t disappoint. Whatever wieght advantage he had over her meant nearly nothing at this point, especially if she could simply sidestep his normally crushing blows; he needed her closer, and if a little taste of his blood would give him that range, then he’d gladly give a few drops. He regarded her words pensively, neck exposed, failing to realize she was a touch quicker to retort than he would have guessed.
Like lightning she became a flash of fangs and snarls after an initial bounce backwards, and pulling himself back sharply as she snapped for his neck Savhir realized he’d made a bit of a mistake - she moved so swiftly he couldn’t truly avoid her strike, though he reared back on his hind legs in an attempt to dodge, and feeling the quick clasp of fangs on his neck he winced. It wasn’t so bad, not through his thick mane, and he had certainly felt worse things in that most sensitive place, but it was still a very dislikeable pain, and lamming his head down to the side as heavily as he could he let his fangs find her ear. Hoping he had a decent hold he gave a deep, throaty growl, ignoring the little sparks of pain it caused, and in regards to her words post-strike, he grumbled, “My, what a strange idea of fun you have… though, let me assure you, I’m no pup -”
He didn’t care that his words came out a little strained; throwing out his front legs to get some kind of grip around the female’s neck he bore down at her with the entirety of his massive body, intent upon collapsing both fighters to the ground.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 1:14 pm
Ulfhildr closed her jaws about his throat and clamped down, though not enough that it was going to cause any severe damage. If she had wanted to end this right here and now she'd of snapped her jaws shut and that would have been the end of that but as it was there was no need to harm this male extensively, she wondered if the male had known the fight had already finished. As it was he twisted his neck muscles, she could feel them move and her grip released further as he twisted her head attempting to batter her to the side, though she wasn't going to release him until she wished to and thus he had only shifted her enough to be able to tear at her ear. The pang of pain was not unfamiliar to her and instead she actually drew some pleasure from the sensation, she'd been bitten harder when males had attempted to mount her.
She shook her head from side to side widening the puncture marks in his neck enough that a small trickle of blood dripped onto her tongue, tasting of iron and salt. Suddenly the male threw his weight back and she lost the weak grip she had of him and she prepared to leap back but he wasn't throwing all his weight back and thus it was a quick motion, the male rolled forwards and leap just high enough off the ground to slam his front paws onto her shoulders forcing her to the ground.
She hit the ground and she lost some of the air from her lungs as the males weight came crashing down upon her. Pinned Ulfhildr did not struggle in vain she simply lay there, her lips fully curled to display her fangs tainted with his blood and she snarled up at him, 'Let me up you son of a b***h.'
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 11:45 pm
Pinning down the vicious she-wolf was well enough for Savhir, despite the tear of his own flesh as she rent open wounds; for whatever reason she chose the damage wasn’t great, but already he could feel a great deal of blood beginning to well up. Neck wounds tended to be like that, little bloody messes that liked to leak indefinitely, and when finally the female decided to release his neck, he wasn’t surprised to see she had a fine layer of it over her fangs already. He was more than willing to comply when she cursed for her freedom, dropping his rather weak hold on her ear, and finding his paws with his own sense of prideful time he stepped away. “Son of a b***h I’ll be,” he whistled, lowering his head and letting his lower jaw go slack as he grinned. “But I guess this means our game is done. What a pity.”
Savhir didn’t quite trust her not to leap up and cling to his neck again, feeling the trickle of blood through his fur almost as though it were a crawling something, and he eyed her warily. But something told him that she hadn’t really wished true harm, that if she had wanted him dead or seriously injured she would have pressed her jaws together a bit more tightly; or she could have done any number of other painful blows, he was certain she knew quite a few in case of being thrown to the ground. In any case the pseudo-fight was over, and settling himself to the ground he waited for the female to find her feet. He was unable to reach the bloody wounds on his neck without either looking away or looking the part of a fool, so he let it be without consequence; perhaps he would nurse it later, if and when his interaction with this most interesting female came to an end.
Oh, but he didn’t really want it to end! “Say then,” he mused, eyes glittering as he stared unwaveringly, “you’re a rather remarkable type. Do you have a name, or will you remain a reclusive black wraith for a while longer?”
He was curious, and wanted to know just who was it that could have bested him if the fight had been real. Very rarely had he been in such a tussle that left him with an excited heart and a racing mind, despite its lack of seriousness, after all.
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 1:41 pm
Ulfhildr continued to snarl until the weight lifted from her shoulders, her eyes always being fixed to the male but soon a different sort of light, also humorous entered them and slowly and purposely she ran her pink tongue along her top fangs, licking off the small amount of blood which painted them. She closed her maw and in a blink of an eye she had thrown her weight up and forwards, getting her legs underneath herself and coming to stand in front of him before he had even settled himself down onto the ground to watch her with a curious eye. She took a less aggressive stance now, but Ulfhildr rarely, truly relaxed, it just wasn’t in the nature of the savage wolf.
Ulfhildr stared at him and then dismissively she turned her back on him showing a certain amount of arrogance and perhaps a little hint of playful challenge, she made her way over to where she had shed her prized sheep hide and kicked it purposely exposing the skull, she dipped her own head down into the helm and with a quick effective flick she swung the hide onto her back using the skull as the pivoting point upon her head, rolling her shoulders she settled the hide into place, the bloodstones about her neck clicking. Finally she raised her head to stare straight back at the male and slowly made her way over to him in her own calculated time.
‘My name is Ulfhildr.’ She spoke it without consequence, it was simply a name and it did not bother her whether she gave it away or kept it a mystery, it simply was. She paused about two paces short of the large male and faked a sigh, ‘rather disappointed pup, I thought you’d be quicker but it passed the time for a few heart beats.’ She stared at his neck at the puncture wounds which were still bleeding, such wounds often did. Ulfhildr was not a tender wolf by any stretch of the imagination, her companionship was more like a brother in battle, practical and loyal but that was as far as it went. As much as she teased the male he was quick for a wolf of such size, she was just a like quicker and a fair deal older and therefore more experienced but she gave respect where respect was due and thus she walked to his side then turned to face, forming a right angle, she lowered herself to the ground and then leant forwards without hesitation and cleaned the wounds she had created in his neck, there was meant to be no meaning behind them after all, just a little play. Once she was satisfied that the wounds were clean she pulled away and looked him straight in the eye and quite bluntly stated, ‘You’ve got no pack I presume, wandering about in such a manner, plus you don’t carry the scents of others. What purpose do you have?’
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 12:27 pm
She was a clever one, alright, full of gall and strange playfulness. Savhir sat, unmoved, as she blatantly turned her back to him, spotting the chiding little joke and clicking his fangs after her. That big sheepskin was a bit of a mystery to him, something he wasn’t accustomed to and therefore a little amused by, but he had to admit that as she twisted the heavy pelt over her back and arranged the skull onto her head, it did look a little menacing. In his opinion it was also a bit gaudy, an oddity that covered up her true strengths and misguided the eye, but then - well, that was probably what she wanted. She handled it quickly, smartly, and was soon meandering in her no-hurry way to stand before him. She spoke, and listening through the guise of disinterest, he heard the deception in her sigh. ”Now, that’s not very kind. This puppy’s got a bit of meat and muscle on his bones, if you haven’t noticed,” he said in jest, rolling his shoulders and stretching. ”Little lady that you are, Ulfhildr, of course you’ll move a bit quicker.”
He was slightly taken aback then, when the ram-horned Ulfhildr took the time to settle herself to the ground - close, even - and dip her black muzzle to his neck. Awkward, almost, for a wolf who had been void of contact for a while, but allowing her to clean up that bloody patch wasn’t displeasing, either; given a good view of the horns on her head and a noseful of her wild, tricky scent, Savhir’s ears flicked in brief uncertainty before leaning his neck back a touch. No need to be on guard totally, he thought, relaxing a bit as she drew away and made eye contact. He could be chatty if he pleased, he felt. “Ah, a pack,” he began, mulling over her casual questions with a bit of amusement. “No, I’m no pack creature, you’ve guessed right. Neither do I have much of a purpose, either. I’m alive and living, just being Savhir. So long as no one stands in my way I go wherever I please.”
That was the freedom of a wandering wolf, after all, and lowering his head and voice as though telling a secret, he calmly continued, “I’ve yet to come across a pack that I feel suits me, strength-wise. Though I expect it would be somewhat similar to your case, am I right? Why are you drifting through this patch of forest?”
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Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2010 11:54 am
Ulfhildr grinned at the other wolf when she pulled back, noting the manner in which he pulled away from her though soon welcomed her cleaning the wounds she had created. ‘not a pack creature’ she smiled at the words, she could understand having freedom of a lone would be desirable for a wolf such as he but in the same respect she’d image it to be rather boring, Ulfhildr revelled in a pack, in the sense she had a chance to get involved in the politics of a pack and interact with others. The question he directed at her made her smiled knowingly flicking her eyes away from him and then back at him as if recollecting past memories to help her form her answer.
Apart from her true calling as a warrior, Ulfhildr, now with age had many tales to tell and enjoyed spinning a good yarn it help her deceive many wolves, now hidden under the sheep’s hide she often appeared as simply an elder wolf telling stories from her past life rather than showing off her ability to still be able to do the things she spoke if, if not even better now. Her voice soften ever so slightly and took on a slight rasp and the electricity present in her eyes now vanished, for a time. She leant back a bit and then forwards again, playing the part of the story teller, as she began, ‘Ah, well know I’m afraid you have that wrong pup, though I could possibly enjoy the freedom that comes from being a loner like yourself I would not like it for an extended period of time.’ She lent forward slightly and whispered theatrically in his ear, ‘Plus freedom comes with those that are respected within a pack and those of high rank.’ She pulled away, allowing her eyes to mist ever so slightly as if mourning for her lost, ‘But atlas, my family and pack are now divided and most passed on from this world.’ She gave him a quick wink and her lip twitched ever so slightly hinting at the fact she was possibly to blame for a few of those loses. ‘Thus I am now on a quest to find the remnants of my family.’ She flashed him a smile and triumphantly proclaimed, ‘and I have word of them, living within a pack that goes by the name of The Reign of Terror.’
Her eyes cleared a little, their former electricity appearing and her voice became just that little harsher again as she returned to her more predatory nature and her eyes narrowed slightly as she began a hunt of a different kind, ‘I am born of strong blood pup, my family, for the most part, are also, perhaps I have demonstrated that quite clearly today, stop your mindless wondering and sink your fangs into something a little more interesting, what say you join me for a time?’ As much as Ulfhildr had teased the male to begin with she saw much merit in him and would not mind at all with having him travel with her, whether he remained was another matter but it’d amuse her for a time at least. Never one to avoid a chance for a little, if somewhat petty jab at another she added with a hint of daring laced in her voice, ‘But as you say you’ve yet to find a pack that suits you ‘strength wise’, I doubt this would be any better as I believe most of the wolves would surpass anything you had to offer.’
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 11:50 am
Again, Savhir had to admit the warrior lady managed to surprise him; a lower voice, a lower gaze, a deeper meaning to what she had to say. He was reminded of something from his past, a minstrel or a storyteller, as she spoke of the merits of a pack and her search for lost family, and feeling very much like the pup she claimed he was he listened intently. He didn’t draw away when she turned her voice to his ear, offered his own grin when she smiled, wasn't surprised at all when he entertained the thought that, just perhaps, she really had been the cause of a few 'family losses.' But he was most shaken by that singular change in her eyes - duller, not the same, hinting more toward her true age. Just how old was she? She was ancient and wise, this he was now completely sure of, and feeling a bit more relaxed when her eyes blazed once more he leaned in a bit closer. He frowned a touch when she named a pack, one he was not ultimately naïve to, and regarding her silently a while after she gave her offer, he let himself think.
He had been quite young when he last claimed to be a part of a functional pack - though not quite so young that, when it collapsed, he managed quite a nice life on his own. Mindless? Oh, possibly, but listening to multitudes of rules and behaviours and attending to ranks and titles - in truth, he rather lusted for the opportunity to prove himself and his strengths, though he wasn’t keen to the idea of submitting to an alpha. He could only do that if the alpha happened to be peculiarly impressive, and if what he had gleaned from chatter relating to the reign of Terror pack…
But her cute little quip, her attempts at biting him in the nerves, brought his hackles to raise and gave a sardonic cast to his eyes. ”So you’ve invested yourself in a pompous group of family members, then?” he asked, his tail beating behind him in response to the challenge. “And here I thought you were in union with a bunch of hill goats. I will give you this, however; if they are as strong as you wish them to be, then I might have to find them very interesting. I will accept your invitation - for the moment at hand, anyways - to satisfy a bit of my own curiosity. You are quite the she-devil, more than sufficiently proven - but are your relatives?”
He had no doubt in his mind. But if she liked to make snappy comments, then he might as well entertain the idea that he could do the same; in a slightly softer voice, however, he continued, “I find you very interesting, my lady, and would rather glean from you what I can before you grow bored of me and my puppy mannerisms. Alleviate my bored and wandering ways, and I may just have to follow you until your ‘mighty’ pack tears me to shreds.”
He grinned, smouldering eyes ablaze once more; prove me wrong and show me a pack with strengths abound, they seemed to say. For once, he was hoping for just that sort of embarassment.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 10:28 am
Ulfhildr noted the manner in which he seemed to withdraw ever so slightly when her age dusted over her eyes, something in that gesture unsettled the younger male, perhaps she hid her age well, her old scars were not visible ones, no they lay hidden but they mired her soul not her physical begin and those were the scars which carried a higher price to those inflicted with them, the male was old enough to know this at least and fear what lay hidden behind her lightening golden orbs. However as her true self dissapated and sunk back into it's depths the male eased and took a greater comfort, it would seem, in sparring with her; she laughed though their was no warmth in the sound when she released the pup was just as good with words it would seem as with his fangs.
'Hill goats, pah.' she muttered under her breath, she pulled away from the male and began to rise and take a pace away. The pelt she wore was indeed heavy, more so when in the rain and it became water logged, but it hid the ripple of the muscle below, beginning so lean meant that her muscles were defined and thus every movement could be read by those with an experienced eye, thus it was a tool for when she was fighting, it hide her movements and gave her that split second advantage. More to the point because of it's weight over time she had grown use to wearing it and had adapted to it but when she shed the fleece, the weight lifted from her shoulders, she became lightening quick on her paws, a deadly, fatal creature, as was well known within the family Ulfhildr was death walking in wolf form.
She circled and then came to stand a few paces away staring down at Savhir her eyes were alight and she growled at the male, 'Get up then, there are only so many words I wish to exchange in a day, as the saying goes; 'Actions speak louder than words' and at the moment your only whispering to me pup, let me hear you growl like thunder.' With that, as the encounter had begun, she winked at the male and rapidly turned on him and started off at a quick ground eating pace, the action of which speaking to him, 'Can you keep up?'
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