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 Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 7:54 pm
It hadn't started off easy. Fishing had kept the brown pelted female from starving inbetween self-taught lessons on hunting game. Rabbits had been easy enough after periods of watching and numerous failed attempts. After all, she had plenty of time for practice. When rabbits had been conquered Meskeet turned her sights to deer.
The fleet footed mammals proced more trying. The wolfess spent many mornings lieing hidden in grasses recalling what she could of seeing other wolves bring down deer. Many tussels left her with a bruised hip or aching neck until she discovered the correct way to kill her prey. It was in the neck. Puncturing, crushing, tearing. Their death throes amused her.
Sitting amidst the carnage of a fresh meal Meskeet recalled Phantom's peculiar eating habits. In truth, could they really be considered peculiar? Everything she ate was, in her opinion, weak. Thus the weak should be eaten so only the strong would survive. This was true of all prey. If the weak survived they risked ruining the strong. And there were so many weak wolves...Pathetic things over crowding anything worthy. Wretched, foul, inadequate. Surely weak wolves were prey?
How she longed to hunt and kill Mable. How she'd revel in the chase. Gain a deep satisfaction drawing blood from Mable's flesh as if she were a rabbit. A true hunter, one who could instill fear. Cannibalism was for the strong to eliminate the weak. She thought of herself as one of the strong.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:02 pm
Daemon had wandered off from babysitting his brother. On the borders, searching for food away from that idiotic excuse for a wolf. Daemon saw Arguin, his own brother, flesh and blood as a weak pathetic fool for falling into a situation of great distress.
He was such an idiot.
Black paws carried him on his way, the tuft of fur of pure white that reach to just above his tail being blown by the wind. Thoughts of his brother clouding his mind, the other wolves he had met. The ones from his brithpack, blinded by foolishness of their own selfsih desires.
They were weak...just as weak as Arguin.
Arguin had fallen into a trap, the wolves from Daemon's birthpack had fallen into teh trap of their own minds clouding them, making them conceited, weak.
Only the strong would survive, the weak were food to keep the strong in control.
He continued on his way. His seemingly blind blue eyes wandering over the path that lay before him, though Daemon was not blind, he could see perfectly. He wondered what it would have been like to see the things Arguin once had been able to view...being a shaman, and seer, all at once, must have been interesting.
But Arguin threw it all away.
A scent of another wolf, wolfess more likely wafted through the air lightly as Daemon padded forward, mumbling to himself, "If your strong you live, if your weak you die, these are the only known truths in this world." He remembered that saying, his olf friend, mentor and guide, Philokiss had told Daemon that when he was just a pup.
And that statement he would never forget...but he wondered if his brother had.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:18 pm
Meskeet burried the remains of her kill and licked her maw. The world was dull when you weren't assaulting something. It really was.
Bah. It had been almost a day since she'd run into Arguin, and he still bothered her. His idiotic antics. She had to kill him to now. Would she ever finish her damn list? Naturally. She wouldn't because she had decided so. And only the good ever die young.
Not that Arguin was good. Or young. He was probably an old fart. Everyone she talked to was old. What energetic conversations she had. No wonder she chose not to talk nearly as much anymore.
She just had a good streak of curiosity. And she did happen to become curious at that very moment. Another wolf was nearby. Oh god. It better not be Arguin. She'd had enough of him to last her a while.
No..it wasn't the blue wolf. It was someone else. Good. She had a feeling this would be another wolf added to her list of those to kill, but she stayed where she was and watched until a dark wolf came into sight.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:24 pm
Daemon kept going forward, absent mindedly pressing on as if nothing in this world particularly interested him at this moment. So many things to think and worry about, so many. Why should he worry about the things that were in front of him...or that sharp rock he just stepped on.
No nothing mattered...he needed something to do...to entertain him...something.
He caught her scent, stronger now. Very close, in front of him yes. Blood, the scent was faint but prominent, probably a hunt, a kill, good one too, too bad he missed it. His stomach ached and growled in anticipation of what would fill it next. Yet Daemon chose to ignore those feelings, he had to get stronger, mentally and physically-
He was coming.
Not that Daemon really minded dealing with the gray pelted manipulative son of a b***h wolf, he just didn't want Arguin to do anything stupid. If Daemon could kill the enemy, it was a good thing. Quick and easy, a simple rip of teh throat, blood pouring onto the ground...yes, that would be great.
Daemon practically bashed right into Meskeet, his eyes catching the brown color of her pelt as he walked by, and then turned around to face her. His seemingly blind eyes trying to focus on her,
"Sorry...caught up in thought..." he merely said.
She'd probably think him blind.
He felt blind too. On his way from Phib's lands he had gone many twists and turns, he wasn't quite sure how to get back,
"Do you know which way is to the ocean?" he asked, he knew if he got to the shore he could follow it to Phib's territory. "Taken too many twists and turns..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:33 pm
Meskeet was taken aback. She disliked all physical contact in general, being walked into was hardly an exception.
She covered a snarl just before it escaped her throat. What was he? Blind? His eyes certainly gave the appearance of it, and so did his apparantly not seeing her.
But no. There was something odd about him, but it wasn't his eyes. He didn't completely act like a blind wolf should act. He had to have atleast some vision. Something she couldn't quite place bothered her. But what?
"Yes. You need to go back and then left. It'll be a while before you smell it, but that's where you'll find the ocean." Eventually. Assuming the world wasn't flat.
She eyed him suspiciously.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:38 pm
Daemon swayed his tail back and forth, just to give it some excersize instead of it just hanging low like he had had it been all day. Quite annoying it was. Daemon blinked and nodded in her direction,
"Thank you. I'm sorry for bumping into you before...many things on my mind...my brother's idiotcy for one..."
He said trailing off. His ears flickering somewhat as he was trying to remember the directions she had given him. There was something lingering about her, a scent Daemon couldn't quite place for it was masked with blood now.
"I'm Daemon," he said with a slight bow. He had to be somewhat nice, not like teh idiot brother of his. Showing no respect to someone who obviously had a better view no the world and what was in it. Daemon could see that in her eyes.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:46 pm
His brother. Everyone was having problems with their brothers. Thus, a simple proof that reproduction should not occur. After all, no one gets along with siblings. Meskeet nodded inwardly. Reproduction, she'd never be plagued with that.
Just as she was about to dismiss the male from her mind the oddly pelted wolf gave his name. And what a familiar name it was. She'd heard it somewhere before. Daemon? She wondered mentally. It was someone not to be forgotten, and yet she didn't even remember why not. Whatever the reason, if his name was familiar, he required the appropriate response.
"You're brother? What a shame. Family is so important." Bull.
How do I know a wold named Daemon..? Or rather how have I heard of him before?
She studied him. Didn't look like much. But then again threats didn't always look like much of anything. And then she remembered and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly.
Ah yes. Daemon.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:52 pm
Daemon shifted his weight a little bit and watched her. She was looking at him oddly, how strange, did she think him blind and not able to see her looks? Her statement was even odd,
"Family is important, only if they are strong...not like my idiotic excuse for a brother Arguin."
He admitted, Arguin was a dumbass, plane and simple."Why is she looking at me like that?"
"If your strong you live...if you weak you die..." Daemon said matter of factly. Perhaps she would know these truths. But wait...the way she was looking at him, did she know Arguin?
"Stupid no good assinine brother wandering off...does he want Phib to kill me?" Arguin thought as he padded along, trying to follow his brother's scent to bring him back to teh packlands. If Phib found him alone, Phib would kill him, he just knew it, "All of this trouble because I threatened that pup...they should get over it. Be strong and not weak...I wish Daemon would smarten up..."
"If you don't mind my asking...but you probably do...are you just out to hunt? The smell of blood is faint...from a kill...and from the stench of the blood, you must've liked it yes?" she was odd, this one. Not even offering her name.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 9:01 pm
"I'm always happy when I'm able to feed myself." She said, dodging the question. Hmm. This was the oh-so-horrible Daemon? Arguin must be a real wuss to find this wolf intimidating.
But an annoying little voice interrupted her thoughts. And it was about, Phib? Shut up! I'm busy, go be an idiot on your own time.
"Don't you enjoy hunting Daemon? It's a vital act."
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 9:04 pm
Arguin stopped and flinched for a moment, who said that? Grrr...had Daemon aquired his gifts? Arguin would be damned if that'd happen, he'd kill him...quick and easy. Perhaps let Meskeet have a bite or two.
Daemon watched her, studying him. Thinking about him. She had to have met Arguin. Had he contaminated her mind as well?
"Hunting is vital yes...more fun when you hit the prey's vital areas...moreso the throat..."
He'd love to rip into Arguin's throat one day...but he was his brother...an idiot, but still.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 9:11 pm
Meskeet let her eyes wander from him, he looked odd, but he wasn't totally interesting to her. This male wouldn't even be worth eating.
"Everything is prey. Do you agree? Your eyes don't look like they'd argue it." What about Daemon bothered Arguin? Males, so emotional over who had the bigger castle.
And on a different note. "If you dislike your brother why are you looking for him?" Atleast that was the way he seemed to be intending towards.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 7:43 am
"Not looking for him now..." Daemon replied like a drone, he was so not in the mood for someone who actually agreed with his brother, or even had a remote likeness for him. "Trying to get away from watching him...some time for myself... I'm sick of having to watch him..."
Arguin was still trying to track down Daemon, but to no avail. He also kept thinking about Meskeet, the fun that they had together, though it was brutal fun, still, to Arguin it was thrilling he had met a female with some of teh same intentions he shared. "Why can't he just stay in one god damn place...I hope Meskeet finds him and eats him..."
"Have you met my brother?" Daemon inquired. She seemed odd, looked at him funny. The pupils of his eyes that blended in with the blue color of his eyes watched her. If she had indeed met his brother, and got along with him, she could pose a threat...small one. But still a threat.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 11:04 am
"I meet few wolves. What would be the chanes of meeting two brothers one day after the other? I couldn't get nearly that lucky.." she drawled. He could be a problem, a minor one atleast. But she liked problems.
He is in one place! Sitting right in front of me is in one place! Is he even worth eating? Pah..just killing him would work.
"But why should it matter if I have met Arguin? Each hates the other..your little fights will come to an end sooner than you may be prepared for."
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 11:56 am
Daemon narrowed his eyes and watched her. So she had met his brother, pity, such a wolfess to meet such an idiotic wolf. Arguin shouldn't have wasted this wolfess's time, least thats what Daemon thought.
"If one hates the other... it does not matter...and it will come to an end when fate see's it fit. Though I have lessened my belief in fate....fate is an illusion..." he said shifting his tail. He didn't like the way she spoke, it was as if she knew something Daemon did not.
Arguin hurried along now, the voice that echoed to him, sounded of Meskeet's voice. It'd be nice to see her again. She was evil in his mind, he liked that quite much. And Daemon was with her? Interesting..this could work out better than Arguin had thought, he sped up a bit now, "Don't let him get away..." Though Arguin was not sure if Meskeet would want to take part in what Arguin was planning quickly in mind.
Daemon sighed and turned from her, "I must be heading back, things to do in my packlands...thank you for telling me which direction to travel," with that Daemon turned and slowly began to pad away. But he had a feeling she would say somehting more...even follow him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 12:05 pm
Then hurry. Honestly now.
"Your brother made a deal with me. Now he must pay up." Sure, it was half true. He had technically made any deals. But in her mind bothering her meant he agreed to let her kill him someday. "If he doesn't there will be consequences."
If Daemon is busy taking care of Arguin as he makes out, then one more debt could be the sort of distraction to use. It baffled her why she would be helping the blue wolf though. She didn't particularly care for him. He gave her an odd sensation and it was one she decidedly disliked.
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