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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 2:45 pm
 Disgusting.
A squirrel had been screaming at her for a full minute before its bothersome cries had been silenced. Whisper, ever brimming with a violent sort of energy, had resorted to venting that vehemence onto the local wildlife whenever the chance presented itself. The cold made prey scarce, so she took these windows of opportunity - or rather, gripped them with the iron fastenings of her teeth. Today she had been the target of a territorial tree-rat's screeches while passing through on "something like border patrol none of your business" as she might say to a lesser ranked wolf.
Too bad the squirrel didn't put up much of a challenge. It had foolishly taken perch on a low branch and had not expected that the wolf could jump as high and as quickly as she did - Sparks might have been proud.
Whisper even ate some of the squirrel, thought it was bone thin and hardly even a snack. The carcass was tossed away carelessly as she licked her now cold muzzle of blood, pupil-less eyes scanning the area for something else to draw her.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 7:53 pm
The cold wind didn't even bother the odd wolf loitering around by some trees. His milky white eyes flicked this way and that as he sniffed the air. He was hungry, and not in his usual good, if murderous, mood. He hadn't been eating well since he'd joined this place and it irked him. Sure, there were more party guests, but that didn't help if he couldn't fill his stomach. He growls quietly and snaps at the air. "I know!" He spits, her blood crusted fur bristling in anger. "I'm trying!" He barks in a grating voice, as if he was carrying on a conversation with some invisible person.
Which he was in a sense. He was talking to a lot of people in fact, and none were happy with him. This wasn't right, wasn't the plan. He was supposed to add more and more party guests and new decorations to make the scene more 'happenin'. But it was hard with that strong, terrifying alpha watching his every move. He shuddered at the thought and snorted.
He plopped down on the ground with a grunt and began to gnaw furiously on a stick. Splinters stuck in his gums and made his mouth bleed. The smell and taste of his own blood excited him and only increased his hunger. He paused to suck on the blood in his maw as he looked around in irritation. He hoped some dumb rabbit would hop by.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:44 pm
Luck happened: she scented blood from some hapless prey some yards away. It was a sudden burst in her nostrils - stupid thing probably had fallen against the sharp rocks and broached skin.
Whisper licked her lips again, a bored motion. No chase? Sigh . . .
Reverting to stalking mode, the squirrel carcass kicked aside, she lowered her body and lightly trotted towards the growing scent. Oddly, her target seemed to have already been pretty bloodied up, yet the scent only told her there was a little blood. Also, the prey was larger than expected . . . A wolf-sized prey to be exact.
Not that Whisper was necessarily picky. Wolf just usually wasn't on the menu.
"You look pretty sorry for a wolf," she commented, looking unimpressed at this blood-red male even when the very color made her heart race. Blood . . . more blood . . . A far richer color than the rusty stuff from the squirrel.
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 3:17 pm
Jack wasn't expecting someone to speak to him. His head jerked up suddenly and he snapped the stick he'd been chewing on in half. The broken halves landed by his paws. His milky white eyes narrowed and he glared at the strange female.
The whole time he kept sucking the blood flowing freely into his mouth.
"Eh?" He asks in a puzzled tone. His eyes go all over her, every inch of her before they drift to her face. "This is my costume." He says and gestures to his blood spattered fur. It was hard to tell what the original color had been since he had too much blood on him. But he never made much effort to clean it off. His fractured mind analyzed the situation for a moment before the other 'party guests' began crowding his mind for his attention. He winced and then grunted at the female again. "Did you bring food to the party?" He asks absently. Fresh blood dribbled down his chin as he spoke and splattered on the snow, leaving little crimson droplets on the whiteness.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 1:31 pm
"Costume"? What was this guy blabbering about?
Most importantly: would he bleed out if he kept that up, and if so for how much longer? Every time he licked made a sucking sound her eyes darted straight to that blood-stained mouth. So slow . . . it was a minor wound from the stick he had chewed. It'd seal up within minutes.
Damn.
"Addle-minded males," she growled, turning to leave now that her search had turned up fruitless. "Find your own food like I am. Nobody's coming to the party."
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 3:07 pm
He pauses to blink. No one was coming to the party? That wasn't very fun...
He let out a soft, huffing growl sort of noise before he stood up. He wasn't huge for a wolf, but he seemed pretty tick despite his recent lack of food. "No one coming? Why, you're coming!" He snaps and flicks his blood stained tail from side to side. He always need a fresh supply of guests and this cold female may as well do.
He refused to be left alone with the voices in his head. That never ended well and company could dispell the constant chattering and pestering in his mind
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