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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 9:13 pm
“Do you think we came too far?”
Her voice spoke out, cold and chilling- her eyes golden like the sun narrowed in the darkness as she settled upon a place to stop, her paws pressing against the cold earth harshly. The other night she had run into a number of strange wolves, wolves that she had never seen before… and this troubled her. Nuada knew nothing of the world outside of her forest, and apart of her longed to find out what else was out there; who else was out there.
Her white pelt seemed to glow against the moon’s light as she stood still and eyed back at Ramlin, who followed closely behind. Ramlin was a male in the tribe that her father had picked for her to mate with—but she had sided against it. No matter what, she wouldn’t pretend to be in-love with someone she wasn’t, and everyone knew how she felt about Ramlin; disgust. He was so selfish, only wanted power.
He would use her if she let him, but she wouldn’t. The only reason he followed her today was to protect her, if need be. She was the next in line, after all.
“Hell if I know. You dragged me out here so late at night. I don’t even understand why.”
She frowned and sighed.
“I’m starting to forget myself.”
“We are at the edge of our lands, Nuada. We need to go home.”
Ramlin snarled at her.
“No, not yet. I’m not ready to go home.”
They could fight like this for hours, so Ramlin gave up. It was too late to be fighting anyway.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 9:25 pm
Having just finished feasting, Dread sat near the carcass of a deer, eyes staring at nothing. Her muzzle glistened with blood, and so did her two front paws, the red standing out against the stark white of her fur. You could, at first glance, assume she was a messy eater, but these red stains rarely left her fur, and they rarely faded to a matted brown. Perhaps it was due to the incredible amount of prey she hunted down and killed - much more than she needed to survive, that was for sure - or perhaps it was an odd sort of magic, but whatever the case, it unsettled any wolves she came near.
Licking her chops, Dread got up, sniffing at the air. It was too far to hear the voices of the other wolves, and perhaps too far to even smell them (and how could she, with the stench of blood covering everything up?), but Dread knew they were there. Large prey rarely escaped her radar. Growling softly she crept in their direction, eyes blazing madly in the darkness.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 9:34 pm
She lay in the blackest thicket...and up until this point, was sleeping. However, the sound of nearby footsteps awoke her from her slumber. She didn't move. Eámanë, the dark colored 'shaman', of sorts, simply peered out into the black as two forms came into view. One was white, a ghostly pale figure standing out so brightly in that patch of moonlight that Eámanë had to squint ever so slightly. The other...well, she couldn't see that one very well. There were branches in the way. Since she knew not if these were friendly, she didn't move to get a better look - they'd move eventually, even though they were just...standing there, for now.
Her sharp ears picked up their words easily, and her maw curved upward in response. Ah, travelers....travelers nearing the edge of their safety zone, it seemed. Eámanë had no limits, no safety zone...she simply wandered wherever she wished, occasionally coming upon others like her, occasionally helping the ill. Occasionally, like now, she simply sat and watched it all....
....even though the smell of blood just wafted into her nostrils.
It wasn't heavy, but she had a feeling that its source was drenched. Her ears flicked backwards, but only slightly. Hmmm, maybe it would be wise to move soon...
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 9:59 pm
And with a body like his most females were left swooning at a flex or a flick of his tails. He was never the one to take a female if she didn't desire him- it would spread a bad reputation about him. And again that was another thing he worked so hard to upkeep. Though he had no problem eliminating males; it was almost a game for him. Taking them down then littering his troden path with there scrawny bodies. It was because of this that he had also aquired many of his more 'manly' scars. He'd never back down in any fight even if the odds were agaist him. To die was to touch the gods- and so the large male never feared death as much as he welcomed it like it was family. Prehaps he was crazy- or maybe it was because of the lifestyle that had been passed down from generation to generation from wence he came.
Though as he watched Tollan take flight above him- occationally swooping down to kill a lowly mouse. He couldn't help but notice the intoxicating scent of females and blood around. Prowling forward to inspect he'd find great joy in knowing it was more then one female that held his nostrils in check.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 11:26 am
“Nuada, come on. This whole idea of yours is no good, and I will not let you get us into trouble. Come back home with me, right now.”
His tone had changed. He was starting to feel as if they were being watched; as if something else lingered out there, something unkind, something dark. He would smell the scent of blood, and this is what startled him most. He needed her to understand what this was. This was pure madness. He Would force her if he had to.
“Look, Ramlin, I won’t say it again. I will not leave, not until I am well and ready.”
She turned to snap at him, but she was too slow. Ramlin had already changed at her and pushed her to the ground with one blow. She winced and coughed, gazing up at him.
“I said we have to go. I don’t want to hurt you, but if it’s for your own good I will. This isn’t safe or funny, Ada. Come home with me, now.”
He was starting to freak her out- and gods did she hate him. She flashed her teeth as him and quickly got to her paws, moving backwards before swearing and speaking out;
“Pity, what they will do to you when you return without me. I’m sure father will have your pretty little head.”
A wicked smirk crossed her slightly opened maw as she turned and took a mad dash away from him, running as quickly as she could, trying as hard as she could to get away from him. Ramlin wasn’t going to lay a paw on her. She would kill him before letting him do anything to harm her. She wouldn’t go back, not until she was ready.
As she ran off into the darkness Ramlin simply frowned, sighed and took after her.
He was pissed.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 11:52 am
She could feel them nearby. It wasn't really a sense of smell that she had, but an instinctive knowledge that something big and warm-blooded was further up her path. This made Dread a great hunter - pity she used it on her own kind.
She was close enough now to hear them talking. Not even talking, really - arguing. She could feel the tension in the air, and she slowed, cocking her head. Fear and anger... delicious. Almost as good as blood, but not quite. And as she was taking all this in, something unexpected happened. One of the wolves moved away, running from the other. And then moments later, the other followed.
Hrm. That had not gone as planned, not at all. Dread was quite agile, but she was more of a sprinter - she could run fast for short distances, but otherwise she took her time and stalked her prey down until they finally stopped to rest... to die. And she rarely even did that; it was much easier to kill the prey as it came to her, rather than chase after it. But it wasn't too late to intercept the second wolf - yes, that'd be good enough.
Taking a split second longer to judge the distance and direction, she moved. And then she was right where she wanted to be - and that fool wolf was coming right at her. Her maw opened in a silent snarl, a mad grin.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 3:45 pm
The dark wolf in the shadows was entertained by these proceedings, even if she didn't understand them. The lives of others were so...complicated. Drama simply dripped from every detail, and personal agendas seemed to rule over the needs of others. It usually led to suffering, sometimes to the type of suffering she could actually help - physical wounds. All too often, though, the injuries were in the heart and mind. Tragic.
Eámanë listened intently, and as she did so, her amusement wained. If she were the type to feed on negative emotions this would be a feast - hatred and resentment from the female, anger and worry and...something else, something odd, from the male. The scent of blood was heavier now, the air thickening with ill intent from all sides. What an interesting night this would be.
Suddenly, the white female bolted. Eámanë's brow furrowed as the male took off after her, and the scent of blood grew even stronger almost immediately.
With no one else to watch her - that she knew of - the shaman lifted herself, walking forward into the area where the fleeing wolves previously stood. Keeping her eyes in the direction they disappeared, she dipped her head to sniff the ground. It would be easier to follow them now, and that was exactly what she intended on doing. She wouldn't be interfering, oh no. Most likely, she would stay in the shadows, assisting only if she needed to do so. Healing the wounded, if there were any left to heal. The need in her to do so outweighed the instinct to avoid the area ahead of her...sadly.
She, too, moved. With only the tiniest sounds of her adornments moving to accompany her, the wolf followed the other two at a comfortable pace, not wanting to get too close too soon - she was a healer, not a fighter.
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