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 Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 11:46 pm
 Hungry... So hungry... The little female pushed her way through the underbrush, fighting to get to daylight among the dark dampness of the forest. Reddish brown leaves crunched under her paws, sending any prey scrambling away. Autumn. God-Damned-Autumn... Thirteen gave a hefty sigh, wishing it were spring again. It, of course, was only a passing thought. Winter was next, and she hadn't grown nearly the coat she'd grown the year before. It had been too mild of a year. Now she was left shivering at night. But oh god, she needed food. Her ribs protruded as she slunk around, hips swaying back and forth. She might've been pretty if she hadn't looked so hungry. So weak. She snarled, her face twisted into a grimace. Never weak. Not her, not Thirteen! Her stomach gave a rumble. She sighed again. Oh well. She had to get away from the trees and these cursed leaves. She had to get away from the monotonous life she was living. Damn life. Maybe if she hadn't had such an unlucky mark dashed upon her side in red... Maybe...
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 3:15 pm
 Basking in the glowing reds, the warm oranges, the soft yellows, and the occasional greens - letting such bright, fiery colors drape his fur like a king and his paws rest crossed as regal as nobility (yet how ironic when he had not that very thought nor the ego to concieve it) - there amongst autumn's finest laid the overgrown, horribly scarred, listless rat called Edgar: not, again, for his inherent grace, and certainly not for any handsome looks that might have warrented such a fine name, but for some purpose he did not fathom. Lillith had called him that at birth, and thus it stuck.
Edgar was a mostly sedentary creature, thus the blanket of fallen leaves left unchecked upon him. The chill of coming winter did not seem to bother the newly-homed vagabond - well, if he could call YMCA a home at all. Even there, politely welcomed into a den, he felt - as he always did - a certain boundary, a slight social barrier that no-wolf was wanting to cross. He was hardly spoken to and often left to his own devices, especially now with the alphas' newest litter commanding attention. Hence, Edgar had decided on whim to leave the pack for the day and travel . . . well, until yet another whim told him to settle down, which of course he followed. Edgar was a hard creature to bore, and for hours on end he had sat there and simply contemplated nothing and everything.
Well, until he saw a black form cut through the autumn colors of course. Two owlish silvery eyes followed the weak wolf's movements, slowly blinking as he came out of his reverie. What a strange marking she bore . . . and the strange smirk? The vagabond shifted slightly, causing a rustle of leaves to fall from his sides as his worm-like tail slid from their hold. "Night walks?" he murmured.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 3:27 pm
Thirteen's head snapped up, her lips rising into a silent snarl as blank yellow eyes took in the scene. A rat? An oversized freaking rat? She had been spooked by a giant rat... She gave a haughty smirk and chuckled. Her voice came out low, almost hoarse. "Of course. And you, dear rodent?" One brow lifted as she slinked closer. He was bigger than her and her worried mind was screaming not to get too close. She didn't need a fight. She'd lose it, to a male. Her tail tucked closer between her loins, but that was the only sign of submission. The rest of her body was held at a haughty, proud stance, the sign of the 13 on her shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 3:41 pm
He made no movement to suggest he was disturbed by the strange smirking one's advancement minus the occassional twitch of his furless tail - but then again, it did that on its own. "Rodent? I played with those once," he uttered thoughtfully. "Bit their necks and put them by sleeping wolves . . . Mother wasn't happy. Spreading disease, she said. Nasty, nasty wolves though . . ." A patch of ragged fur tiwtched near his neck, warding off a wayward fly. There was a delicate stench rising from the pile of leaves he was buried with, for though the pack's beta Merrill forced him to take baths he was unable to fully get rid of that apparant "putrid" scent, as she called it. "The scent of death," he muttered, talking to himself as was his habit. "Perhaps death needs sustenance soon, too. Do you seek it?"
Seek food or seek death? Edgar was vague.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 5:03 pm
He was no where near as hungry as the female. His belly full with the nights latest catch. A skilled hunter, Stryker never missed his target. He was incredibly quiet, and could sneak up on the most sensative of hares.
His emerald orbs seemed to glow in the darkness, almost like a very bright star. He had always recieved compliments about his eyes. Of course, the male was quite used to recieving compliments for most everything.
A vain male, Stryker had always been quite the ladies wolf. He was a charming wolf, with little flaws, or so it seemed.
But he was often very territorial over anything deemed as his. That, and well if he wanted something, he always got it.
Tended to be the way the world worked for him.
His blue paws danced along the earth as he walked. He carried a certain, grace and prestige. Giving one the idea that maybe he could be royalty.
Of course, nothing but mongrel blood flowed within his veins, but you couldnt tell him that; If you wanted to live anyway.
He lowered his nose to the earth, and scented for anything he deemed as somewhat pleasing to his senses.
When he caught hold of the most pleasant of scents, he lifted his head and grinned maniacally.. A grin that would match that of the soot colored female had he met her yet.
A female, was around and he was quite pleased with the idea.
Yet, someone else was around to. Oh he would have to put a stop to that.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 1:04 pm
Thirteen, still low to the ground, listened as the rat talked to himself. Her lips twisted into a sneer at the pathetic thing. Her nose twitched. He smelled bad, too.. "You think I smell of death? Maybe it's your own scent blowing back in your face," she growled out, a displeased look on her face.
She didn't talk in riddles, that was for sure, so she sure as hell didn't enjoy them. "I seek food, if that's what you're asking." She smoothed out, looking a tad coy. "Do you know of where I might find some?" Her eyelashes fluttered as she stepped closer to the scrawny male.
She didn't scent the other male. Not yet. Edgar's smell overrode her senses.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 4:05 pm
If the femme was attempting to arouse a semblance of something beyond his usual (and rather minute) urge to move or lay about as he pleased, then she was quite mistaken and vain to try. Edgar had long since decided he was considered below the comfort of females, neither appeasing physically nor . .. well, charming. Or particularly sociable. But then, someone had to play the role of society's dregs whom no-one enjoyed associating with, yes? Just as someone had to be prey and someone had to be the hunter - all about balance, all about knowing one's place. And Edgar knew that his was in the dirt, or in the garbage where the rats lay as company, and certainly not with smirking females - or any girls for that matter.
Other sounds, something like pawsteps, registered in his furless, fleshy pink ears, but at most Edgar regarded them with a few twitches of his overgrown whiskers. "If you have no dissention to others, a pack lies somewhat east of here," he replied, "that lets weary travellers stay and eat. An hour's walk if you make no stops. They are of the merciful to strangers."
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 10:07 pm
Thirteen, realizing that flirting would get her nowhere with this strange, ratty wolf, reverted back to growling and grimacing, her temper flaring up. Maybe he was gay. She sneered and sat down, tail wrapping around her tiny paws as she listened to what he had to say.
A pack? That would take in a loner such as her? She looked down her nose at him. "What do they expect in return?" she asked. Surely they would expect something. What self-respecting wolf wouldn't? She growled low in her throat at the idea of using her body to satisy a male she wasn't interested in: Thirteen was all talk, no action.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 10:40 pm
He followed their voices, watching from the darkened area as he scanned over them with bright green eyes. He loved watching others. Spying more like, as he was more likely to be not be caught.
But he gave a wide grin, a grin that was not as wide as the female that he was watching. She was interesting alright, and he was caused to c**k his head as he watched the two.
She seemed to be flirting at first, before she got a bit angry at the other.
He was a good flirt, seemed the brown rat wolf really hadn't been the same.
He gave another smile. Another reason he could enjoy himself with these two.
"Evening."
He said lowly, voice low and menacing though he was not in the mood for fighting. He wouldnt fight a female anyway, of course..Unless she asked him to. In which case he would not deny her.
"The name is Stryker."
He introduced before even being asked.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 10:45 pm
Thirteen smelled him before he spoke. Her hackles rose and she spun away from the rat to look into the woods, wild eyes searching for the brute-smell she scented. Her tail tucked, her body held low, she waited for the male to come from the forest, his voice deep and husky. Her ears quirked up. Maybe he would be a source of food and she wouldn't have to deal with the pack the rat-wolf spoke of.
"Hellooo..." she purred out, stepping closer, then pulling a paw to her chest. "Stryker... I'm Thirteen." She didn't bother introducing the other; she didn't even know his name. For all she knew, he'd pulled away and disappeared, but his smell made her realize he was still there. "Fancy meeting on a night like tonight..." She showed a grin of teeth, and even when she lowered her lips, the crazed smirk on her face could be mistaken for a snarl. Hence why she was always on alert.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 7:07 am
Before speaking again, Edgar tilted his head in the direction of these pawsteps - now accompanied by a rather deep voice - and regarded the male with his strange silvery eyes. Apparantly this Thirteen girl thought him of more use despite just coming into the scene and despite Edgar's offer of a pack's safety; this, if nothing else, gave him the vaguest, the slightest twinge of annoyance, before quickly dying again. So physical appearances did help you on this plane of existance. Sigh. He had been born unlucky.
"They will ask nothing of you," Edgar went on, drone-like in tone even when sincere. "Only to respect its members and the alphas. You do not have to stay either; you may even sleep for several days and bid your good-bye without consequence." At least, that was the idea he got from Y-M-C-A. Something like a come-as-you-please pack. "The offer is also given to you too, Stryker, if you need a night's rest in peace."
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 11:01 am
Stryker looked at the coal grey female, and eyed the grin on her maw. It could have been rather menacing, if he had been afraid of that kind of thing. It was just a grin.. Or was it a marking? In this light, he had a hell of a time telling.
"Ah, Miss Thirteen. Its a pleasure."
He gave a nod of his head, smiling once again, though he realized his grin did not stretch to very close to both ears. He carried, a very normal grin.
Looking back at the rat wolf, he gave a smile that was a bit more genuine, though he really wasnt that friendly of a wolf to begin with.
"I survive because of myself, I do not need a pack for safety. I never have." He boasted proudly as he stood a bit taller. He was self suficient, always having relied on himself as a pup. He had grown to be very sure of himself.
That, and rather rude.
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