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 Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 6:04 pm
Macaress huffed and sneered at the dark gray pelted male behind her. Tail and head held high, the amber yed she wolf would not take no for an answer, she had business to attend to, wolves to keep in line, stupid stupid wolves behind her, the blue oaf was so unprepared for the war ahead, stupid Inappa.
Croanyl snarled silently at the look Macaress gave him, glanced back to Indika and Inappa, both so poorly prepared, he and Macaress were way over their league. White eyes watched, a black feather swung from his back ear, they had things to do, wolves to hunt down and kill.
They had others to search for...
Besides the white and red she-wolf they had made a deal with, why Macaress had given her leniency was unknown why they would be allied with a single female was unheard of, then again, she had a mark similar to the marking of the prophesied one...perhaps that was it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 2:47 am
From puphood, Eren had grown into his frame. He no longer gave off the impression that he was burly and slow. He had developed properly into his muscle and he was beginning to grow in the legs, so that while he still looked somewhat stocky, he was beginning to even out in proportion. Moving about day to day had given him the ripped look of a wolf accustomed to living life the hard way, and there was not an ounce of fat on the adolescent wolf.
Already, his eyes had about them a look of steely distance that told just how little he cared for the world and those around him, and they glittered maliciously in the shadows as he stalked the helpless little hare with its crimped leg. The rodent could not have been more than a month or two old, and somehow it had wandered from the safety of its den. And now it would pay for its mistake rather dearly. The red wolf crouched behind it, making no attempt to conceal himself. It was a hare with a crooked leg. Now that was a damn rare gift and he knew it wouldn't get very far. He padded along noisily behind the rabbit, seeing in its every move a growing tension and fear. Good.
His stomach grumbled in protest at the delay, and he sprang for the hare, grabbing the helpless creature around the neck and killing it in an instant. That was an easy meal indeed.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 5:12 pm
Macaress had smelled it as the wind gracefully cast itself through the trees, the thick scent of blood was too good to resist, no matter if any with her now were hungry, blood in its entirety was hers, and today, was hers alone. Taking a few steps forward, stopping, turning her head, she gave a glare with golden hues to those following her, making a motion to Croanyl, she stated, "Leave us," quite coyly, and she trotted off, leaving Croanyl in charge to do what they pleased, perhaps even find more wolves for their side, the blood was drawing her in close.
"You heard her, lets go," he said with a rough snarl at the end, Macaress was a strange one, and Croanyl knew better then to not take her orders seriously.
Damn she wolf.
Macaress trudged through the underbrush with grace and ease, her paws settling against the earth evenly not making a sound, with each step, she drew closer to the source of the blood.
It'd be hers, hers alone.
((others can still join in, thus why I had the whole group for more to come in, and mine to break off and recruit more then one 8D))
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2007 3:07 am
Eren had never been a dainty eater, and especially when he was hungry, he wasted no time in tearing into his meal. He didn't bother thinking twice about the little hare's dashed life. It probably wouldn't have survived to adulthood with its leg, and he had simply put it out of its misery earlier. Hares were born to be scared of everything, sure, but at so young an age, it would not have even understood its fear, so it couldn't have known that death was soon to be upon it.
Not that he cared in the least. The red wolf settled in for the meal. It was small, and hardly enough to last him more than a couple days before he would be in dire need of food again, but at the moment it was enough. If there was one thing he liked about having a maroon coat, it was that blood was never obvious against it. The fur around his muzzle was becoming spiked, but that was the extent of it. The red coloring melted into his fur. He didn't like looky bloody after eating. It wasn't a wonderful look.
Something was tugging at him, bugging him and not leaving him alone. It was some kind of instinct. Something was telling him he should move, although what for, he had no idea. He had chosen to ignore that feeling before and it had not always meant well for him, and he was slowly starting to learn that he had to trust the little feelings he got, so he rose to his paws, picking up the half devoured hare, and moved it more to the side of the clearing before settling down again. There, now that felt much better. He pitched his ears up, listening for sound all around before beginning to chew at the hare again. Instinct was kicking in.
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2007 7:17 pm
"Trying to hide from me boy? she cooed, the massive black pelted wolfess called out in an almost sickeningly sweet voice as if to coax the stranger out of hiding. "You can't get far, I have others with me that would love to devour anything that lovely smell has tainted," the blood, blood was such a lovely scent that seemed to coat everything near it.
Shifting her tail Macaress peered around, golden hues narrowed trying to focus on the point of where hte blood scent was running from, damn winds broken up by the pines.
Couldn't be too far away.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 2:34 am
Trying to hide from me boy? Eren leaped up with a snarl. In fact, he supposed, moving had been a way of hiding. The tingling down his spine was creeping back. Such a voice... He shook his head. No, he would stay put. Moving would only make sound, and he didn't like that voice, no. She couldn't be far away, but she didn't know where he was yet, that he could tell by the way she was calling out. He pinned his ears and dropped into a crouch. Who in hell was that?
For once, he was glad he had the cover of the trees. Wind didn't blow well with so many trunks to block it. It would only take the voice longer to find him. And then what? He didn't quite feel like letting another wolf take his hare. He thought fast. The scent of the blood was already drifting about. He dove for what remained of the carcass, tearing into it with vigor. He wasn't going to share, no. Not today.
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