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 Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 12:34 pm
A dark chocolate with wierd box like marking on her side adolescent femme walked through a path she had all but forgotten about. The scents she remembered to have laid thick on the ground was no longer in the odd over grown clearing - in fact it wasn't a clearing any more small trees had started to grow up in the closed area.
How she remembered it's exisitance was even suprising to her, the memories of her abandonment started in this place. With a stomp of her off white foot the carmel eyes narrowed. This wasn't the place that someone as stubborn, demanding or respectful would crawl back to.
A flicker of her dark tail and movement of her footsteps was all the redirected the young wolfess from this tainted plot. Maybe she should go hunting and bring some of the kill back to her elder friend/teacher to the south.
The light paws where no longer abnormal shaped for this femme, in fact she had grown into them quiet well. Alina gently jogged through the forest that she had come to memorize it seemed, almost to the point where she wasn't looking at the path chosen to take.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:37 pm
Deimos was bored. Not just bored, actually, but ungodly bored. Bored to the point that he was going to lose his mind if he didn't find something entertaining, and soon. But, he mused, being bored was better than emo-ing about the past, or angsting about the now. In fact, he hadn't done either in quite a while. Maybe Alexander had something to do with it?
He shrugged; either way, he was just glad that he'd been occupied enough to forget about all of that. But, if he didn't find something to occupy him soon, than there stood a chance that it would all come roaring back.
Rising to his feet and shaking the leaves from his spotted pelt, the huge young male trotted through the trees, dodging boredly from shadow to shadow like the puppy he still was deep down in his heart.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 1:47 pm
Ears flickering on top of the dark head and nose twitching in the off-white maw Alina slowed down. In fact, she slowed down to a complete stop with this new scent in the air. The dark ears went back in confusion and carmel eyes moved across the trees. Something new was in this part of the forest and she could smell them.
The young femme slowed her breathing to allow her ears to pick up surrounding sounds easier. Something that she did instinctively to listen to close prey or stalking strangers. A off-white paw was lifted above the ground in determining her next movement.
That was when the carmel eyes locked onto another oddly colored wolf in the distance. Her nose sniffed the air, no good she was downwind of the other. Her eyes becaming judging inside of a stone face.
"Who is this one?" she thought outloud in a low hushed whisper. The size of the wolf was large, but they didn't look full grown some how. Her head lifted in resignation as her paw met the ground and she moved onwards, towards the strange black spotted red and white wolf.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 7:28 pm
Dancing from shadow to shadow soon grew boring in itself, but than he added the momentary fun of leaping up and ripping a branch from the particular tree whose shadow he had landed in. When he had a mouthful of them, he picked a cool sandy spot, flopped down, and proceeded to chew the branches into uniform pieces, using his nose and paws to line them up in pretty patterns and signs.
So intent was he on his play, that he didn't hear the telltale signs of a creature approaching, ignoring the flickerings of his ears at the tiny noises. Or so he played at, but he knew another wolf was drawing close, a femme if his nose was anything to go by. He swallowed the growl that tried to build in his throat and pretended that he noticed nothing.
Maybe the blasted female would leave him alone. If only he were so lucky.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 8:22 pm
Shaking her head, Alina saw the other jump up and rip down a branch. She was still in the brush at the moment, but the wind was now shifting. Alina's nose picked up the scent of the wolf before her, a male from the scent.
Feeling an ackward tension in the air, the dark femme eyes the odd acting male. She didn't change her course to avoid the male and if that was what this one wanted, well tough. Alina walked this path on a daily basis and she wouldn't turn around for a stranger, not when there was possible prey in the path behind the male.
She was less then ten yards from the male now.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 9:48 pm
One ear flicked towards the direction of the female, and he glanced at her, moving only his eyes. She was a very oddly colored femme, with weird, blocky shapes on her flanks, but he had blocky markings on his legs, so he supposed that it wasn't that weird.
Her coat was a shiny brown, and her muzzle looked like she had dipped it in a bowl of cream. All in all, she was a cute femme.
For any other male.
Chewing on one of his sticks, he growled softly. "Mornin'." He made no move to do anything; he simply sat there, watching her come closer. Sensing the tension coming off of her, his ears pricked forward, neck ruff bristling a bit.
If she was going to attack him, she would get a hell of a surprise, because he would gladly fight back.
He wouldn't be like his father and take the abuse his mother had put the male through. "Problems?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 8:22 pm
Dark ears flickered at a soft growled greeting. Her wierdly off-white socked paws frozed once more in this red male's presence. Carmel eyes swept across the larger wolf, the white block symbol in the midst of the black and red of the front right calf haltered the gaze.
Shaking her head ever so slightly, Alina looked up to the red masked face. "Morning," her voice skeptical of the other. One ear perked forward, the other shifted back slightly at the bristling fur on the male's neck.
Eyes narrowed slightly at the odd body behavior present in this stranger. Both ears went back in confusion and her tail pinned itself back. Her dark head moved back with caution however. The femme was now pondering if she shouldn't have gone the longer route around.
With a more significant shake of her head, the femme placed an emotionless mask upon her own features. "No, should I believe there is a problem though?" She questioned counting the space between the unknown male and herself, with the unreadable expression upon her off-white maw. The distance was about three yards, appropriate distance Alina concluded in her own mind.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 8:30 pm
Seeing her moment of uncertainty, Deimos cocked his head slightly to one side. Perhaps she was simply passing through.
"There is no problem from me unless you instigate it," he said bluntly, cracking down on a particularly thick stick for the hell of it. The sound echoed around the quiet forest.
Blue eyes calm, he watched her, one ear forward and one back to show his mild displeasure. Deciding to be civil, however, he sighed. "What brings you through this part of the forest?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 9:35 pm
If she wasn't using the stone faced expression, learned from her grandfather, the dark chocolate and creme colored femme would have narrowed her eyes. However her thoughts played behind a still screen, Why would I instigate on a stranger, that doesn't seem like Amarii's friendly persona? I don't have a death wish right now.
The sound of the snapping thick twig brought her ears forward once more. The courious carmel eyes now examined the males face, "I was hunting for my grandfather." The femme had nothing to hide from this male or had no reason to lie to him either. If he was going to be civiled then, her stature loosened every so slightly.
Tail swayed with a gentle wind that coursed through the trees. Though her face remained like stone and she took note of his ears with a quick glance. "May I ask why you are in this neck of the woods? I've never seen you before." Her tone even as it escaped the creme-colored dipped maw.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 9:44 pm
Wondering curiously why she was hunting for her grandfather, Deimos moved a stick a few inches with his paw, putting it in the perfect position. Than he glanced back at her, blue eyes like ice in the sunshine.
"I'm simply passing through. I wander a lot, and tend to get distracted while doing so." He paused and sniffed at the air, trying to locate the scent of the river where he had claimed some territory. Not being able to catch any wiff, he guessed that he had wandered pretty far today.
"Why are you hunting your grandfather?" he suddenly asked, unable to keep his curiosity at bay.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 1:07 pm
Carmel eyes looked down towards the formation of the sticks. Odd, she thought before returning to gaze at the male. Head turned twenty degrees, unconsiously, when the male started to speak again.
A wanderer, just like grandpa and me, but I bet he doesn't see the two-leggers often. The femme thought her ears welted with her own thoughts. Then slamming her eyes shut and banishing the past from her mind, the hershey logo branned femme opened her eyes. Cold and seemingly souless for a moment before light was absorbed into the carmel depths.
"Distractions can be wonderful," she replied almost, almost breaking down the stone face, but then she simply added dryly, "they don't let you think much."
Looking into the chilling blue eyes of the larger male, Alina shrugged, "If you mean, why am I hunting for him? Because he is healing from fighting off mangrels of two-leggers." Alina's eyes didn't downcast or shift as she looked at the male. The femme's head was up and respectible, but her face was unmoving. The only light coming off of her was what reflected off of her maw and out of the carmel eyes.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 9:13 pm
Shifting to his haunches, he cocked his head to the other side. "Two leggers?" He had never heard of such a term before, and he was fairly certain he'd never seen one. Were they friends of hers? But if her grandfather had been attacked by these 'Two Leggers'' mongrels, than they couldn't be friends. "What are Two Leggers?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 9:30 pm
Alina, having remembered the day she first heard the term, knew that there were wolves that didn't know about the two-leggers and their slaves - as her grandfather frequently called them. With a soft sigh the femme's haunches met the ground.
"Two-leggers are creatures that have very little fur and walk with only their back legs. The front paws are normally seen with some sort of vine-like object for their 'slaves', weakened wolves rather. Or a stick that makes loud noises and can drop any wolf or prey with a pebble that pops out of it. Nasty creatures." Alina growled the last words under her breath.
Her face was now a perfect chisle of nothing, but fire burned in the carmel depths. "Be glad you haven't met them. Their slaves are just nusciances, the boomboom sticks are the real trouble."
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 9:40 pm
Deimos caught a flash in his mind, of his father searching for food, going to a human's den . . . getting shot at, dying from poison. A deep, dangerous growl escaped his throat, and he was suddenly on his feet, ears plastered to his skull.
Her two leggers were his humans.
"Let me help you find your grandfather. Maybe I can help him." He didn't honestly know how he could, but just the thought of another wolf being hurt by those b*****d humans made the fur around his neck bristle and his legs shake with rage.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 9:50 pm
Alina quickly jumped up when the male leapt up to his spotted paws. At first she was alarmed and with her ears pinned back in defence, but when the stranger asked to see Patches, her posture changed.
"You have met them before then," she whispered with pain in her voice as she nodded her head. Then with a slight inclination towards the path behind her, Alina spun around on her haunches and started back towards the last location Patches had been. "He is a stubborn old fool though, just letting you know." she explained trotting off and turning onto a unfrequented trail to the northwest.
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