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 Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 1:33 pm
Nirym simply nodded in response to Hedda's comment about the humans. It was absurd that a human dared traipse into the wolf's domain but...that pack- if it could even be called that- of two-legs were rather absurd creatures. They simply didn't fit with the land, yet they acted like they owned it. Nirym had a strong distaste for those...things.
Either way, no proper wolf would allow themselves to be caught by a two-legs' hand, especially in the woods, their home domain...If they did, it would be pretty much the most disgraceful thing for such a noble creature to be captured by a creature that was so...useless and inept. Disgraceful to entire lines and packs too, he wagered.
Nirym chortled low. "A ghost...or a demon. Depends on who you ask. A spook of the first class, at any rate." Maybe, with all the teeth-flashing grins he gave, he was a Cheshire wolf. Who knew? "Perhaps by making what they cannot catch otherworldly, it softens the blow of having their noses rubbed in the fact they're utterly useless."
He considered the thought of two-legs hunting on all fours after Hedda's remark again. Come to think of it, they would look silly. Yes, their body was built strange- to strange to go on all fours like a proper creature. "Yes, I suppose you're right there...and I've also heard their forepaws and hindpaws lack padding too, so they'd become injured easily as well." he added. Useless creatures.
Nirym nodded in agreement with her next statement. "The Old Ones...they feel more like they belong. They are more...respectful. I still don't care much for two-legs, but they are far more tolerable."
Nirym moved out, slinking along in a stalking posture. In the night...in the darkness...this was his element. He didn't move too fast though. Not only did he want to prevent losing the female wolf following him, but he also needed to be wary of traps near the settlement. The strange piles were more difficult to see at night, so one had to be very attentive so as not to put their foot into the jaws of the metal mouth. If that happened...you'd be trapped until the humans came, and then tortured and beaten to death. Nirym let a low growl escape his maw at that thought. He did NOT like the humans. Even though Hedda undoubtedly wouldn't hear the growl, she would probably be able to see his body stiffen some if she was paying attention. Sometimes posture said almost as much as words and sounds.
He snorted and kept pressing on, navigating the dark woods for a stretch of time before he came near the edge of the treeline. He stopped suddenly, tail up, ears erect and eyes fixed forward. The end of treeline wasn't too far ahead, and just beyond it lay the settlement.
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 12:52 pm
Hedda grinned mirthlessly. "Agreed. It would harm whatever pride they have left less, if they couldn't catch a demon. Better than not catching something so mundane as a mortal animal."
She snorted in derision. "Padless paws? Worthless. I have never heard of an animal without pads before.
"The Old Ones are more adept at doing things than these new two-legs. They don't leave hides to rot, either. Sometimes find uses for bones, too, I'm told. Much smarter than these new idiots."
Hedda kept a sharp eye on both the ground below her feet, and the shadow that was Nirym ahead of her. His slow movement made it slightly easier to track him, and let her spend more attention looking for those mounds he'd warned her of. Her nose wrinkled. Such an underhanded tactic.. using fake teeth to hunt for you.
As he supposed, she didn't hear his growl- only saw his body alter posture slightly into anger.
She paused when he did, focusing more attention on him than she had before, until she glanced over in the direction of the clearing before the settlement. Ah. So that was why he'd stopped. The clearing wasn't all that far away now.
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