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 Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 8:47 pm
"Please to be..." she began, but trailed off as the wind blew, rather harshly, against her side. She growled and snapped at nothing, ears flattening. Damn wind! It was only good when it brought the scent of a squirrel to her. Which it hadn't been doing for a long time now.
She hadn't drowned a squirrel in at least ten moons. She felt twitchy. She needed to get her paws on another squirrel or she'd go nuts... or, more nuts than she already was. If that was even possible.
Shaking off her fur as the wind died down, leaving her alone, she blinked and tilted her head to look at her surroundings. She looked odd, since her head tilted in quite the same fashion as a curious bird. Which, of course, didn't fit being as she was a wolf, not a bird. But she didn't really care. Who was around to see her anyways? Besides, if they had any trouble with her she'd just..
She smelled squirrel. Yipping excitedly, she bounced and took off.
"SQUIRREL!" she yelled, barreling through the bushes, not even caring what was in her way.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 9:12 pm
 Such a loss, such a loss. One like Necros should never be treated this way, cast aside and cursed so. Bravely he cast his glowing eyes down the reflecting puddle, a pool of melted snow at his decaying paws. His glowing eyes shot fiercely back at him, skull a gray ripple, body eaten at by malice. With a snarl he withdrew, folding his remaining ear literally against his skull. It wasn't fair. Not at all. No way to get out of it or redeem himself now, there would never be. Necros Wolfkiller. A Bane to all and treated not with respect and fear as he should have been. The zombie wolf was just about to stalk out of the small clump of trees and find a place of some solace and solitude when an energetic blue female flew by him and nearly barreled him over. He had to dash from her quickly, because if she crashed into him and he weren't paying attention, well, that would be the last squirrel she ever chased. The shaman had to make a concious effort to supress his evil power, when he wanted to. So instead of the female, the grass around him withered and turned brown, finally falling in dust to the bare dirt. Necros was not used to being what he was, it was forced upon him, or he may have heard her coming sooner. The earth could tell him, if he listened. It was the mother of life and death, and so was not cursed from him. The quiet rumbles of the deep earth told of every pawstep, and knew if a wolf was walking in good or evil. Shame the zombie wasn't able to quite tap into that. It came as incoherent rumblings still. The life taking, that was more obvious and had to be controlled quickly, so it was what he concentrated on. Whipping around to face the overexcited adult, Necros narrowed what was left of his eyes and hissed a snarl. "Didn't anyone teach you not to barrel over strangers?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 9:15 pm
Kisha, at first, hadn't even noticed the other wolf. She had been solely focused on the fact that there was a squirrel, and an undrowned squirrel nonetheless! But she was interrupted as a snarl broke through her quick pants. She slid to a halt, almost falling over. Turning back, she blinked as she laid eyes on the strangest sight ever.
It looked like a half-eaten wolf. And it smelled like one too. She huffed in slight disgust, not even caring if the other noticed. There was an ear missing, but it didn't look as if it had been bitten off or anything of the like. No, it appeared as if the ear had been completely consumed by the rest of the head. Looking at the face, she noticed that there was bone where there should have been skin and fur and... not visible bone. Behind it, the blue female saw what should have been a whole tail, but was instead something that looked as if it needed a nice chewing. All over the body, it looked as if the wolf had fallen and scraped off its skin in random patches.
And its eyes were glowing.
"Wrongs with you?" she snorted, sitting herself down. Her head tilted slightly and she gave Necros a quizzical look. What a strange sight! Didn't this wolf have any idea on how to keep oneself looking prime, fit for company? Sheesh, someone had fallen off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.
Kish laughed at this. To any other, it appeared as if she laughed at air. But she didn't care.
"Well?"
It was almost as if everything before that point had been forgotten. Just gone. Swiped clean from her brain, never again to grace her memories.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 12:22 pm
What on earth had he stumbled on? This girl was utterly incoherent, dense perhaps. Or slow. She was staring at a walking zombie and asking what was wrong with him? This was too rich.
Necros tilted back his head and laughed deeply, the present half of his face stretched with the effort. It was a hateful cackle of one who had caused much suffering and was now facing a harsh punishment for it, locked into this eternal mishap. What a loss for this world, that he was so cursed. Not that he expected this silly blue female to understand.
He paused to muse on her a moment, glowing green eyes locking on her though the only indication of such was that his muzzle was facing her. No true eyes remained on him. She would have been pretty, he decided, if she weren't so strange. For the moment he deemed her only fit for fodder, hardly worthy of being fed to the lowliest Omega.
The zombie ran his tongue over his exposed teeth, either thoughtfully or hungrily. "Don't you know a dead wolf when you see one?" The words bit out harshly, angry at the insolence of the question.
"You don't seem right yourself, or you'd be wise enough to run." A half sneer came to him, all his body could manage, but the hate it came with emminated.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 4:15 pm
Perhaps if Kishia had had more sense, then she would have fleed at the first opportunity. But, since she really had no sense whatsoever and didn't have any clue as to what would keep her hide on her body, she remained where she was, staring at the strange sight before her.
When he mentioned that she was looking at a dead wolf, she couldn't help but laugh. And others thought she was crazy! Here this wolf thought he was dead, when, although he did smell rather dead, he looked alive as anyone else. Sure, there were some questionable features and details, but he was standing, wasn't he? He was looking at her, wasn't he? He was present, and that was all she needed to be convinced that he was alive enough.
Scrunching her nose in a disgusted fashion, the blue female sank down to her belly. It was dangerous, to be getting so comfortable in the presence of a stranger such as him, but she really did have no sense.
"Maybe is not right," she laughed, "but at least is not smelling bad." Really, no sense whatsoever. Sneering at him, she rolled onto her side and looked up at him with a quizzical look.
"Really, wrongs with you?"
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