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 Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 6:44 pm
On the prowl, for what? Well, it was quite simple.
Honey.
Looking about the treetops for the elusive hive, the mare let out a low growl...why was it so hard to find that sugary sweet goodness? Trudging along the forest groves, ears flicking from amidst the bear pelt on her back she listened in anticipation for the sound of bees buzzing in the woods.
It had been so long this way, since her curse was set upon her so long ago, that life was no longer even a memory for her. All she could remember from the time long, long ago was she used to be a mare of the sea side, reminding her by her necklace. Part of her herd had worn headdresses made by two legged out of antlers for the status; gathering this from the equine corpses she'd seen with the same types of accessories as her. This lead Howl to believe that she was of high stature due to her impressive buck's antlers. Her odd glowing hoof and tail was also a good hint of such...but thoughts like these were few and far between now. Her life lead by instinct, by impulse.....by her bear form.
Skinwalker.
That was what she was branded, a killer, mystical, and able to morph into a bear at will. Yet was she like the other skinwalkers around, most of which were coyotes and wolves? No. She felt no need to go out and feast on blood. She would eat when she needed to, salmon and berries filled her appetite. In short, being alone for so long had left her well....less than social and reliant on instinct alone.
If it wasn't for her soquili form which she remained in most of the time, she would have believed she was simply a bear. The feral desires of the animal now part of her life diminished her tie to society and humanity, and she simply...existed as a Bear. Yet still being of skinwalker blood and cursed as such, there was no wrath more deadly than that of the provoked bear...but often or not no one was ill educated enough to approach her to entice such vicious behavior.
Thus she continued on, sniffing around as her tail and single hoof glowed eerily. She would find that honey, sooner or later.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 6:58 pm
 Karloff stood there, completely silent beneath the trees. The silence, the aloneness had been something he'd come accustomed to. He had destroyed any tangible ties to loving someone. He had hurt Ailbhe after he had promised not to. Now he needed to find himself, or else he could never go back. Once again, his mind strayed to the thought of a skinwalker. It was not the life he wanted, not really. But some part of him had to still long for it. He didn't understand it...There were other ways to cover his scars, to hide them from the world. Yet, he took up the mask of something feared and loathed by many. Why? Why did he isolate himself? Why did he crave blood? What would he do when the only choice had left was to make that mask real?
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 7:11 pm
Perking her ears to the sound of what she dearly hoped was the buzzing of bees around a tasty hive, the mare turned in direction and pushed on along the path towards it. Being a large mare there was little for her to fear in the woods...most fellow skinwalkers tended to avoid her, and everyone else fleed at the mere sight of her. Not that this was much of a problem as Howl was more than content to live out her life just the way a bear would.
Yet perhaps, that thought was going to be interrupted today as she broke through the tree line and there stood someone. Sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the foliage was the stallion, pure black in coloration despite his white hair and....feline skin? Skinwalker, here?
Standing still herself as she watched the male, her bear instincts told her to move on, if the fool attacked her she would destroy him; no one gets in the way of a bear and food and live to regret it. However, something was off about her instincts to stand and fight with this one. Snorting loudly she let out a low toned moan of a growl, sounding nothing like what would come out of an equine mouth but that of a grizzly. Stomping her hoof in defiance that she was not one to mess with, the feral mare waited to see what the stallion should chose.
"Here.........why?" She rumbled out, flicking her unicorn esque tail behind her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 7:39 pm
Karloff turned his wary crimson eyes to the sound. The rest of his body, unflinching in the flickering light. Not a muscle trembled, he gazed at her steadily. His muscles were prepared to fight or lunge as he needed, but for now they were taut with the action of not moving.
He watched her, carefully assessing what to do. He knew that in some ways, in these situations, he had the upper hand. Skinwalkers always assumed him to be one of them. Thus they expected his first response to be anger and lunging. But that was not his way.
Opening his mouth, he spoke in a low voice, not in a cat-like hiss that would be expected. "I just found myself here."
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