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 Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 10:49 am
--- The cheery, sunny sky hardly reflected the corpse-like wolf's attitude that day, and barely a cloud lay in the sky, those that were looked like big fluffy marshmallows of love and devotion and cheer. Well, they could shove off. Cuz she didn't feel like that.
--- The confrontation with Musketeer nearly a week a go had been much less than enjoyable, and finally, after three nearly going into shock dips in the iced water of the river outside of her patch of land she'd finally managed to strain the scent of him out of her pelt. The disgusting wolf. At the moment she was passing through the wooded area on the west side of her den, replacing scent markers, checking for any signs of intruders, the usual.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 11:45 am
His pawsteps were heavy threw the woods this time of day. It was as if he was purposfully dragging himself to move. It was rare all together to see him put this much effort into 'moving' so to speak. But after his last encounter with an annoying wolf and his lack of sleep; he was rather desprite. Prehaps he's climb a tree and go some place he wouldn't be annoyed- but then again he was just far to lazy for that.
His nose then quirked with his eyes fighting to keep awake. Not another bloody wolf. His body quickly ajusted as he took his right paw and whiped it accross his eyes. He'd be ready this time and swipe the mutt across it's face if it displeased him. And prehaps if his mood didn't improve would kill the beast. Expecially if it acted anything like that other wolf. Circling him like he was prey. Moron... He seamed to curse in his own head as he thought about it more.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 4:15 pm
--- Stopping momentarily to check a scent of a deer(most likely buck) that had rubbed itself against a poplar tree, the sound of drug paws caught her attention. That was, odd. Quite odd in fact, as not many passed through here, preferring to take the trails northwest of her den. Finding the prey scent stale and not worth following, Necrala turned her interests to the wind and what it, or who, it brought with it.
--- Cat. Feline. Her nose wrinkled and upper lip raised lightly, the femme letting a growling rumble pass into the crisp air. Of all the things, on all of the days, it had to be a damn cat.
--- What the hell would it be doing in her terra? Surely the damn thing would be able to scent the markers that separated this patch from the next.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 4:54 pm
"You..." He hissed out under his breath so that only the two heard. He didn't say more then that. Though it wasn't much of a threat she wasn't worth the energy. No wolf was. May that foul beast that walks infront of me prey for mercy because I am not in the best of mood at the moment. Another hissing sound escaped his gullet as he continued to sit there.
The other would come to him soon enough. What was the hurry? And if the beast didn't? Better for him as he could go back to sleep. Something in which he had been missing terribly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 5:22 pm
--- "Leave..." A growled response resounded, the femme's tail raising dominantly. What nerve this puss had to rest in her lands! Right now, the wolf had no urge to deal with visitors, but intruders? She reckoned that she could chase him off if needed.
--- Stupid cat. Lip twitching upwards to show a set of pearly jawls the femme started over towards the lynx.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 5:40 pm
"Why should I wolf?" He stressed on the last words expressing his pure displeasure for her kind. "I don't see your name on these trees- and frankly your useless threats don't work on me." He glared as her as she ambled closer to him. What the hell was this wolf thinking? Fighting him? Pathetic really- he'd mop her up in a heart beat.
He took another long yawn to express his prue displesure then sat there as silent as ever. Oh how much did he like to annoy the other kind. Snickering to himself this was going to be the death of him one of these days.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 6:02 pm
--- The use of his generalization of the species displeased her greatly, knowing all too well that it was the exact same thing she called Musketeer. Why would she be thinking of him at this moment? That damn male had surely poisoned her mind.
--- "Then you obviously must even be more useless than you look, sniff around, these scent markers scrawl my name across the land in bold print, puss." Necrala replied coldly, watching the fat mess of fluff on her land. She didn't take kindly to visitors, of any sort.
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