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 Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 6:07 am
 There was something entirely satisfying and rewarding in bringing down prey that was much larger than one's own self. Zar'roc had been in his feral form when he had come across the scent of a large elk. The 'walker had pursued his prey doggedly until exhaustion had set in in the prey. Weakened from the chase it hadn't taken much more on Zar'roc's part to bring the elk done. However the meal could have been more appetizing had it been another Soquili that he had brought down, maybe a Cerynei would have been equal.
Although it wasn't another Soquili Zar'roc would not complain. Meat was meat as far as he was concerned. Tearing off yet another chunk of flesh Zar'roc ate with relish although he was careful not to damage too much of the body. Idly he lifted his left paw and inspected his claws. He was feeling restless of late and was puzzled as to why that was. Rising to his feet Zar'roc took in the form of the dead elk before rearranging the limbs. With a snarl his form blurred into that of his normal equine form before lashing out at the carcass. Something was different this time. There was no feeling of rightness to this kill. Without that feeling his after meal ritual was pointless.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 6:30 am
Bear starred out from the shadows, trying to hide herself as much as possible. Though her body blended into the bark well, the white of her pelt was hard to disguise. She'd rolled herself in as much mud and dust as she could find along the way, but even so specks shone through. Luckily she had taught herself to stalk silently. It hadn't been easy, given her large size even for a foal. But now she could pad forwards, almost soundlessly, through the forest. And even more luckily, her current quarry hadn't seemed to spot her.
Icy eyes were locked onto his pelt. At first, she hadn't been certain if the strange wolf was another 'walker, but now she was sure. Who else could hunt an elk so elegantly, so effortlessly? Bear's stomach growled as she watched him feast, reminding herself of her own lack of hunting prowess. But today was not a hunting mission. Today she would not feast. Instead, she would learn.
The wolf-walker stepped aside from his meal, which to Bear's eyes looked remarkably untouched. For a moment she was hopeful, maybe she would be able to scavenge herself a meal after he left. But then he turned back to his carcass. What was he doing? Bear's pelt prickled with interest as she strove to see, daring to step slightly further out of the shade for a better view.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 6:43 am
At first the sensation of being watched was passed off as irritation that he'd not completed what he deemed was important after each kill. Zar'roc soon realized though that something was indeed watching him. He would have been a poor excuse for a 'walker if he could not tell when he was being observed by another living creature. The elk forgotten for the moment Zar'roc stood erect and let his gaze drift over his surroundings. His nostrils flared as he took in the scents around him before deciding where exactly it was his watcher was located. That task completed the wolfwalker scuffed dirt over the bloody patch on the ground before picking up the carcass of the elk by its throat. The elk's dead weight meant nothing to the stallion. Muscles rippled as he strode out of sight. It was time to see if he would be followed or not.
Personally the perverse side of the stallion was looking for a new game to play. Maybe this unknown watcher could learn a lesson or two on how unwise it was to pursue a purewalker.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 7:00 am
Bear's gaze was locked onto the stallion as he picked up the elk. What was he doing? Her ears flickered backwards for a moment, caught in indecision. Surely you would just eat your kill? She knew she would. Her claws dug into the dirt, her imagination getting the better of her. Yes, she would rip into the soft flesh and gorge herself to her fill. Delicious blood would splatter the ground and all would know to avoid her. And that attractive, slippery meat would all find itself snapped up into her jaws. Saliva flooded her mouth, forcing her to swallow hungrily to avoid drooling on her own fur.
And yet this wolfwalker wasn't, he was dragging his carcass off. Was he not hungry? Perhaps he had a way of saving the meat, to prevent it going rancid. Or maybe he was even cleverer than that... Bear shook her head, not comprehending what was going on. But she had to find out. Her claws flexed again. She would become the greatest 'walker these lands had ever seen. But first she had to know how.
She slunk after him, carefully keeping to the shadows, trailing his every movement.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 5:43 pm
Zar'roc had walked quite a distance with the elk in his mouth. The scent of the creature was a distraction that he could do without but Zar'roc felt that whatever was tracking him would be all too eager to dine on his kill. Zar'roc was now hoping on this. He would stuff his kill with vegetation that would cause sickness to invade whatever creature dared to dine on the poisoned flesh. Zar'roc huffed silently before dropping his kill amongst the trees that shadowed his form. Somewhere amongst these trees grew an assortment of plants that would cause serious discomfort to those that ingested them. He would need to act carefully and quickly if he wanted this trap to be baited for his guest.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 5:33 pm
As big as the purewalker was, an elk was a sizeable prey and the two left a pretty obvious trail for Bear to follow. She slunk after the stranger, letting herself drop further and further back to give no indication that she was there. A faint smile twisted the corners of her lips, she had learned to be stealthy very quickly, it was the only way she had survived her first few days out of her basket. Their mother would have ripped them in half if she'd realised the cubs were trailing her. Of course, she had no idea the stallion knew of her intentions, or that she was walking straight into a huge trap.
She flared her nostrils, taking in the scent of his path. Here and there was a scuff mark, a broken twig, a drop of blood. It was almost too easy to follow, and Bear found herself priding herself on her obvious skills. Yes, she had trained hard. But his mysterious behaviour alluded her, why hadn't he eaten it? How could he not want to just devour the entire carcass?
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2014 5:57 pm
There was nothing to indicate that he was still being followed but Zar'roc somehow knew better. He'd be a pretty poor excuse for a walker if he could not realize this small fact. Scenting the air again Zar'roc made a note of the various smells before eying the body of the elk that now lay at his feet. The stallion grimaced and kicked the cold, unyielding form around before spotting a plant that he knew would cause some moderate discomfort to any creature that sampled it. There was no guesswork to this knowledge. Zar'roc had experienced the effects of this plant and he had since been careful to avoid it.
Zar'roc stretched out his massive paw and sheared a piece of the foliage off from the main plant before turning the elk's body to expose the hole in the side. He grimaced before shoving the clipping deep inside. The stallion took another swipe at the plant before repeating the process two more times. This would increase the chance that he'd be successful in poisoning his follower. The effects would be unpleasant but non life-threatening. Perhaps then he would confront his pursuer.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2014 3:23 pm
Bear almost stumbled head-first into the clearing where the stallion had stopped, not realising that he had dropped his heavy burden on the ground. Her paws scuffed the grass as she dug her claws in, braking suddenly. The fur on the back of her neck rose as she stiffened, breath hitching with fear. Please, please don't let him spot me. She screwed her eyes shut, cursing for not paying enough attention. What if he heard her?
Her pulse pounded inside her skull, threatening to give her away. She screwed her eyes shut, a snarl rising on her lips. Stupid Bear! But the seconds ticked away and still no attack came, no teeth snapping towards her soft throat, no claws raking down her flank. Nothing. She let out an inaudible sigh, cautiously re-opening her eyes.
She could just about see the stallion from where she was now. He appeared to be engrossed in a peculiar task, far too busy to have noticed her slip-up. Peering closer, he seemed to be stuffing the carcass with some sort of plant material. She turned her head to look at the grass by her paws. Did it have some benefit? Maybe... could it make the meat tastier? Was he preparing some fancy feast for himself? Or was he preserving it, having already eaten his fill? Bear herself never felt full. She bet she could eat that entire carcass, if only he would step away for just a second...
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 11:34 am
Zar'roc's ears canted back towards the woods. A low snarl erupted from his lips before he could contain it. Call it what you will but the part of him that controlled his baser instincts could not be easily fooled into believing that the presence that he knew lingered at the edge of the clearing was of no threat. Biting back the desire to turn and rip his paws into the one that was "stalking" him took a lot more effort than Zar'roc wanted to admit to himself.
Steadying his breathing and tamping down on the need to attack Zar'roc finished stuffing the carcass of the elk and idly dropped 'safer' vegetation over the cooling body. As casually as he could and resisting the urge to glance back Zar'roc felt his muscles ripple as he transformed into the smaller form of the wolf before springing further into the forest. Patience was the key now as he loped away. He'd circle back, but all in due time.
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2014 9:51 am
There was her chance! As the wolf-walker changed forms and leaped away, Bear felt herself lick her lips. She waited impatiently for a minute or two, barely able to contain herself but wanting to be sure he was away from the carcass before she made her move. When the time passed, she took a cautious step forwards, nose up to the air, trying to scent if he was still around. She cursed herself again, of course she'd let him escape upwind of her. Now she really did have no way of knowing if he was there or not.
But the scent of the fresh kill was starting to overwhelm her. Even though she'd come here on a learning escapade, the soft, juicy, tender flesh called too strongly to her empty stomach. Almost salivating, she creeped forwards, padding as quietly as her paws allowed across the forest floor.
Reaching the corpse, she gave it a sniff. The delectable odour flooded her senses, almost driving her into a feeding frenzy right then and there. But yet... there was a definite bitter tang to the scent, one usually not present in her food. She snorted, casting a wary eye around her. What had the 'walker put in it? Well, only one way to find out, Bear decided, already reaching forwards to take a hasty mouthful, throwing all caution away to appease her growling insides.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 6:14 am
There was nothing fulfilling about having to hide himself amongst the trees while his potential victim was supping on his kill. Zar'roc snarled softly, more so to himself than anyone in particular. Why exactly was he hiding now of all times? He knew that the lure would have been to great to resist if it had been him. The instincts of the wolf cried out in his mind to go back and challenge whomever it was that he had lured to the now tainted flesh of the elk. There was not a particular reason to stay away anymore unless the trap had not worked.
Throwing caution to the wind the purewalker decided to do retrace his steps back towards the spot he had deposited his kill. He wanted to see exactly what it was that he had lured in. The beauty was that if it was just another regular Soquili than there was the chance that he could toy with the newest victim. There would be a lot of fun in that scenario. And if by chance there was something else, something like him, that was feasting on his kill fun could and would still be had.
Glowing blue eyes scanned the foliage before him as he slunk lower to the ground. He was still upwind of the spot where his kill would still be lying. Zar'roc cursed silently to himself as the scent of another walker overwhelmed him. Well well well. It looked as if there was more fun to be had. There was a strange gleam in his eyes as he tried to identify what sort of creature he was facing. The scent was unusual and one that he had not come across yet in his travels. Most interesting.
At last there was movement before him. Zar'roc silently laughed as he took in his opponent. How a perfectly sickeningly bear cub had managed to track him was a little startling. He seemed to be losing his touch it seemed. Oh well what was done was done. There was nothing he could do at the moment to change the past. Instead he would make sure that this newcomer to his territory would learn a painful lesson. Zar'roc settled lower to the ground to observe this new, possible threat. Pretty soon she would begin to feel the effects of the tainted meat. He would wait silently until that moment to announce his presence. At that time the games would begin anew. Zar'roc smiled to himself. He could teach this young upstart the folly of her thinking in following a fully grown purewalker. That lesson would be a fun one to administer. He would make sure that the lesson would stick. Perhaps a maimed paw. The idea had a sort of sick merit to it. It would teach this youngster the lesson in what happened when you touched food that was not your own kill.Phail Ninja Sorry about the size of the post. Regarding the last few lines ... it is more of a thought. If you don't like the idea it is okay.
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Posted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 7:39 am
The taste was off. She had ripped off a good chunk of the flesh, gulping it down without a second thought. Its warm, slippery length had almost glided down her throat in eagerness, the meat enticing her empty stomach so. But the underlying bitterness was apparent. Bear gagged, sticking out her tongue. What had the 'walker done? No way he would try to preserve the meat like this. It was ruined, spoiled, utterly disgusting...
It was only when her stomach heaved a second time that she really felt something was off. The smooth muscles contracted ferociously, sending her entire chest lurching. She pawed at her muzzle in confusion, feeling sweat crop up beneath her pelt. Her surroundings began to swim as her eyes darted from side to side, everything swaying and hazy. The spinning sent blood rushing to hear head. The roar filled her ears. What was going on? Why couldn't she...
Acid ripped up her throat as her stomach rebelled. Bear coughed, spluttering up the vile substance. She staggered backwards. Fear shot up her spine, sending icy waves pounding against the scorching heat burning her fur. Her mind could form only one lucid thought. Had she been... poisoned?
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2015 11:05 am
Zar'roc's first attempt at a mocking jeer was not loud enough as he rose from his crouched position. It also sounded strange coming from the mouth of a wolf. Something akin to a mixture of howling and yelping. However he was not in any pain today. Instead the form of the wolf yielded Zar'roc's true form as he tried again to mock the little fool that had fallen into his trap. At least in this form the sound came out how he had hoped it would before.
As he watched the poor creature suffer and upchuck the tainted meat Zar'roc strode forth from the foliage that had hidden his form. He took in the scene with an dispassionate, cold stare before tutting softly. He padded forward on pawed feet just like his present company had. Idly he circled his victim twice before cocking his head to the side, almost as if someone had whispered in his ear. With a smugness in his voice he lifted his right front paw to tilt the cub's face to meet his own eyes. "Now what have we here?" Zar'roc was now toying with the pitiful female. There was nothing to indicate that he felt an ounce of sorrow for the sorry state that she now found herself in. However he pitched his voice to mimic concern as he continued to peer deeply down into her eyes. "Did you eat something that did not agree with you? Shall I tell you that it was wrong of you to touch something that was not yours to begin with?"
He was enjoying this moment immensely. How often was it that he got to lord himself over another of his species? It did not matter that this purewalker was younger in age than he was. She should have been more cautious and suspecting of such a trap. Zar'roc took his paw away from supporting the face of his victim and paced around her a few more times. He was careful to keep out of range of her own pawed feet. Just because he was internally crowing his victory over this moment it did not mean that he would be as careless as she had been.
"Now tell me dearie what it was that you hoped would happen? Did you honestly believe me to be naive enough to not know that you were following me?"
Sitting back a few feet away from the cub Zar'roc idly inspected his paws as he awaited any sort of response from her. Although presenting the picture of one that was unconcerned with the situation Zar'roc knew there was always the chance that she was less incapacitated than she appeared to be. However that once moment in which he had been holding her head up had proven quite knowledgeable. She was suffering.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 7:54 am
A yelping howl pierced through the air, echoing through her skull like a million daggers stabbing into her brain. It seemed to come from all around her. A squeal escaped her as one echoed right in front of her. The next came from the right. She lurched towards the left side. More sounds bounced around her head, the world spinning, her eyes unable to work in unison, everything blurry and unfocused.
As her stomach gave up once again, heaving up what was left of its pitiful contents, she heard an ominous tut sound somewhere above her. A deep sound. A terrifying sound. A sound of death. The last scraps of meat still dangling on her chin, she felt her head snap backwards and found herself gazing into an icy vortex. Adrenaline shot across her spine, sending cold tremors through her body. But it helped. The terror pushed away some of the dizziness, helped cull the nausea.
His words were still an echo, but the fuzziness was dropping. Her ears honed in on his speech. Eat something… not agree with her? It had been a trap. The realisation was chilling. Ice crept through her veins, sending dull aches through her legs. She bared her lips into a snarl, puffing out her thick fur to try and make herself as large as possible. She wrenched her head away from his grip, staggering backwards as another round of dizziness momentarily gripped her.
Her claws gripped the ground tightly, trying to anchor her down to one piece of the ground. Focus. She had to focus. There was no room for weakness. This wasn’t some gullible piece of prey, this was a purewalker. She was his prey. Her heart thrummed rapidly within her chest as she gulped, trying to suppress the tremors working through her flesh. Focus.
Zar’roc’s taunts filled the air, his voice soft but terrifying. Its pitying tone only sought to fuel her nightmares. How had she been so stupid? Would she really die, right here, right now? But no. He had set a trap for her. He hadn’t just jumped on her to kill her. So maybe… maybe there was hope. Maybe he would try to toy with her for longer. She knew that the longer he put off the attack, the higher the chance she would survive. And she would not give him the satisfaction of killing her today.
Locking her muscles, she slowly raised her head to glare back at him. She would not humour him, she vowed. She was not his to play with. Her snarl deepened, chunks of gory flesh still dripping from her chin. It took every ounce of effort she could muster to throw out her next words. ”Go to hell, ‘walker.”
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 5:23 am
At first there was no reaction to the words that were spit towards him. Zar'roc maintained his nonchalant manner as he eyed the pitiful female before him. How amusing was it that she put on such a forced bravado when clearly there was no way that she could best him in a battle. He had size and experience working on his side and, yes, there was that delightful little thing called illness working through the cub's system. No, she definitely would not win if it came to a battle. Her words were, in his eyes, a weak last stand of defiance. So now the question to himself was what could he do to her to make the lesson stick that following one of their kind was dangerous?
It would not be enough just to kill her outright. No there had to be some lasting injury that would humiliate her to no end to receive. Perhaps he would make her live the rest of her life with it. For now though he had a burning desire to taunt the little fool a little more. "Now why would I want to go there? It is our duty to bring our version of hell to this world. Sadly you cannot seem to do even that. How is it that you fell so nicely into my paws? I could do anything to you at this moment and you would not be able to fend me off. You are a pitiful excuse to our kind."
Words alone could prove hurtful but Zar'roc was not finished yet with this little one. He truly wished to see her suffer and it was that motivation that caused him to near his victim. Almost delicately his paw rose and then fell onto the female's back and, as a result, almost pinned her against the ground. The weight difference meant that he would have to be careful not to crush the minx's spine. His claws sprung out to draw deep furrows in the strange white pelt beneath them. He had yet to meet one of this species and he was oddly fascinated with the idea of stripping the pelt from her body. What would he find underneath it all?
Zar'roc gave another mocking laugh. He viewed this female as nothing but a plaything. An object to be played with and then disposed of when broken. He could have spent hours with this newest victim but he had a lesson to administer and sadly his time was running down. He lowered his head to maliciously whisper in the cub's ear. "Take comfort that I do not kill you today. Know that if I come across you again that I will not be so lenient."
With that statement that Zar'roc threw his full weight onto the cub's right fore paw. It was satisfying to feel the bone shift awkwardly under his claws. He would not stick around to see if he had broken it. Instead he shifted forms to that of his wolf and gave a last leering look at the female before exiting the clearing.Phail Ninja I hope this is okay for an injury. Basically I'm letting you decide how damaged Bear will be.
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