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 Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 7:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 7:04 pm
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HoneyTeaTree Takala prowled through the forest, nostrils flaring every so often as she took in the mingling scents. It seemed like a fine area to take over for a bit. There was plenty of game, enough that she could relax comfortably for a few months, maybe even two full seasons if she played her cards right, and the water was clean. It had everything she needed to survive and then some for extra comfort. I can't let myself fatten up with all the luxury this place has to offer, her eyes rolled and she let out a breathy laugh at the thought. Her, getting comfortable and lazy like all the simple-minded soquili she had seen interacting with those awful two-leggers? Such an idea was laughable. Takala had seen what those soquili had become. They were lazy, had become stupid and dull after having their very beck and whim care for; they were a disgrace to what they were and she would never, ever become like them. The predatory mare's tail flicked side to side in irritation, a low growl escaping her snarled lips. Thinking about them made her blood boil. She had fought for everything she had, she had suffered and shed blood to survive, and there was no other way she would want to live. Takala gave a shake of her head to move a few strands of her mane out of her eyes to keep her sight clear. Even if this place seemed perfect there was still a scent in the air, it smelled of blood, power, and Takala had to make sure this territory was hers and hers alone.
Candle Wick Ghost Nori stood solitary with laden eyelids, concealing the reflective twin-amber's in the glare of the moons rays; only slithers remained, following the predatory form of the dominant she-mutant as she stormed her way through his territory and deeper in to the heart of Shadowmoon's domain. His ears quivered gently in short burst as her thick claws cut through the foliage in subconscious precision. Lowering himself, he edged himself onward in pursuit of the intruder, stalking her confident stride; not a tails-width apart. Aye, blood hung thick in the air and while her nostrils took in the scent of day-old dried blood stained thick on clumps of the half-wolf's pelt, he concentrated on the hunt. It was a matter of when. He wasn't so proud as to go charging in head first, he had learned from the most cunning of soquili that the long game was far rewarding than the shortcomings of a rash decision. His younger and less experienced self may have foolishly disagreed but now, he foresaw a challenge worthy of his time.
HoneyTeaTree There was a heavy feeling in the air. She recognized it and it made her lips curl in to a look of disgust. It was a feeling she had encountered when she was young and foolish. There had been many a time she had found herself in another predators lands, unknowing and none the wiser, and she had been hunted and taught a lesson in whatever brutal way they had found necessary. Takala clicked her fangs as she paused in the cover of the woods, surrounded by firs and pine. It wasn't often when the hunter became the hunted and it wasn't something she intended on being for long. The mare's scarred form slinked through the trees twisting and curving as she walked an unpredictable path. There was no telling if calling out to challenge the carrier of the bloody scent would cause them to respond. She couldn't discern their personality, if they were easy to coax in to frantic battle, if they were willing to wait out her impatience and catch her when she was tired and unsuspecting, and although she could smell them, the scent was too overwhelming in the entire vicinity to tell their exact location. One way or another, this would end in combat and she would be damned if it didn't end in her favor.
Candle Wick Ghost As though he were her shadow, he mirrored her movements instinctively through the labyrinth of sharp toothed pine needles; his body motioning up and down like disturbed ocean waters, moulding to the obstacles he must have encountered hundreds if not thousands of times throughout a lifetime creeping in darkness. When she stopped, he stopped. Nori hadn't doubted her survival capabilities and presumed, if not immediately, that she was going to become aware of his presence sooner or later. He trained a calculating, pointed stare on her blackened figure against the dense wood when she halted in her tracks and very slowly inched his way closer to the ground till he could feel the tufts of his underfur bending against solid earth. He was being cautious, keeping close to the overgrowth so that his shaggy coat was more likely to be mistook for crooked fingers of forked tree branches and tips of long bladed leaves. He had acquired an unshakeable stillness in that moment, listening to the click of weaponry ring out in to the night,, silencing the cries of other nocturnal creatures that may have been hunting nearby. The thought struck him, were there others nearby? Was she calling out to them? He couldn't be certain, she was a creature unlike any he had seen. |
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2018 10:19 pm
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HoneyTeaTree Takala growled lowly, frustrated and irritated that she could still smell the bloody scent. She knew that she was being followed, was still being followed, and there was little she could do. She could keep moving through the dense woods and try to some how lose the predator that was following her, but at this point, the mare was positive that whoever was following her knew the woods better than she. This had to be their territory. Takala scoffed at the thought, and an unsettling grin spread across her toothy maw, reveling in the thought of going to battle over the land she wished to claim as her own. The mere thought of challenging the owner of the territory was thrilling. It made her blood rush, made her claws twitch, and filled her with eager anticipation. To spill blood was one of Takala's greatest joys, and there was nothing more satisfying than a decent challenge. Still, being stuck in this limbo, waiting to either get the upper claw or to be attacked, made her anything short of pleased. Whoever was after her was experienced. She hadn't even heard so much a rustle of the undergrowth above the shrieks of owls and the cries of cicadas. It was times like these when Takala wished that Anu hadn't departed from her. Though she had a familiar, the relationship was hardly that of the usual. It was merely beneficial for the two of them. Anu spotted and corralled prey to Takala and the hunt was made all the easier. She allowed him some of the spoils, as a reward for being useful, but they didn't spend every moment together. Often times, Takala grew irritated with the feathered snake and snapped at him, threatened to turn him in to a snack, and he would disappear for days, even weeks at a time. She hadn't seen her familiar in days and while she reveled in her solitude, having Anu here to find the predator trailing after her and turn the tables in her favor would have been preferable to the current situation. Some days the damned snake had his uses. The mare continued her winding, twisting path through the forest. She hoped to turn around the creature following her, but success was already seeming far slimmer than she would have liked. At least the scent filling her nose wasn't putrid like that of a skinwalker. There was a small blessing in being able to breathe in the air and only smell iron among the pine and fresh night air. Takala clawed at the bark of a birch tree, shredding the papery bark and making a mark. There was no sense in getting herself lost and turned around. She would just have to bide her time until she came up with a better plan. They would both have to rest a some point. She only hoped that the predator on her tail would need to rest sooner than she. This was a battle of wills at this point. |
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