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 Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 4:45 pm
'How long has it been since I've seen Gomorrah? Since my sister took the lead I haven't lingered much in the pack lands. Not because of her, I just simply haven't found myself connected with my homeland. Then again, have I ever been? My indifference toward my family has been present since birth. First with plotting my mother's dismissal from the pack, to becoming a bit of a drifter between borders. Maybe it's because of Aqua Azul...maybe...I don't care to much for my sister's plaything. But then again, their strength is admirable, even if the pieces of their puzzle aren't always neatly together. Whatever...all I care about are my treasures anyway. And I don't see myself participating in this so called revolution my sister's pack is considering with the other surrounding areas. I suppose we'll see what happens.'
A navy she-wolf slinked along the border of the pack, taking in the scents of the familiar wolves she grew around. Lilith, her mate, her mother and her father even still had their listless scents wafting about, tingling the female's senses. Over and over again her paws traveled between the line, crossing into no man's land without hesitation. Of course this was nothing new. Abital had been a drifter as soon as she was old enough to defend herself. Her teen months were spent searching the wilderness for whatever stroked her fancy. Usually this consisted of metals and human adornments. No doubt her precious key hung from her jaw this gleaming morning. It accompanied her everywhere.
This morning was like any other. Abital found herself thieving once more. Her light paws carried her silently about the area, while an active nose sniffed feverishly. The other senses were also being worked. To her dismay, such treasures she sought were not easily found out in the woods where humans refused to go. It was rare for her to come across anything of their make besides the occasional dead campsite and bits of cloth. Arrowheads from the inhabitants were also present, but flint only held so much value. Listless and hard, the rock was the same as any other to the wolf. With a simple sigh, Abital turn her hips, directing her position farther away from the pack. Her golden orbs searched the foliage for any glimmering object, although she new well it wouldn't probably be of any use, but even so she continued.
Heading toward man's land would be the best bet. But did she want to travel so far? It had been a day or so since she had last eaten and her stomach made it known. Though she could last much longer without a meal, the she-wolf who prided herself on her glutton for greed, made an effort of not going long without food. It had become routine now. She paused quickly, taking notice of treasure's of a different origin. A meal sounded heavenly right about now.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 9:50 pm
 How long have I been here? Where is here? Whisperings and mutterings of packs and revolutions... wars... battles. All I want is food and some stability...
The unusually colored vagabond walked slowly, starving for food. He did not remember when last he ate, but knew that it had been some time since he drank fresh water. Though Rankine did not remember where this was, he knew he'd been here once before. Two-leggers lived close to here, leaving their trash, and food around. Maybe there was still something edible left.
Moving closer to the two-legger's lands, Rankine sniffed out an unfamiliar smell. Danger? Another wolf perhaps... but this would be troublesome. He was hungry, and who knows if this other was hungry as well or not. If so, he doubted he had the strength to actually fight for any.
Resigned, Rankine was close to turning around. But maybe... this other animal would be willing to share. Rankine knew this action may very well be his last, but he knew if not for some food, it would be his last.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 9:01 pm
Light paws paused, taking in a new an interesting scent. Her gold orb shifted in the direction of the stranger while her black nose dabbled the air, sampling the other. The smell didn't tell her much. This wolf was male and alone, that was the extent of her knowledge. Regardless of her lack of knowledge, the irresponsible canine had never shown caution about other wolves, having always held a confidence in herself even as far back as her teen months when she strolled out of the territory for the first time.
Now all Abital had to decide was if she gave a damn about the wolf. Meeting new wolves was always an interesting endeavor, but was he worth waiting on a meal for? The independent she-wolf preferred hunting alone instead of being forced to share her meal with someone she felt didn't deserve the pleasure. Besides, the greedy b***h didn't ever feel she owed anyone anything.
'But then again...the bigger the prey, the harder it is to take it down. Maybe I can coax this male into helping me out. Piper does it all the time, it can't be too hard to seduce them,' she rolled her eyes, not enjoying the idea so much, but the prospect of a large meal sounded heavenly. And it wasn't like she had any intention of sharing the meal. Each sister embodied a sin, and it was rare for each to express the opposite of that sin.
Putting her nose to the ground, the she-wolf pawed toward the male, shifting through the dense foliage with intent eyes. Her glimmering key scrapped along the ground before she pulled it up as her head lifted. A navy tail was hung in the air, displaying a mild dominance that was not overbearing, but strong enough to get the point across she wouldn't take any crap from anyone. This was the way she approached every new wolf. It was the best way to set things straight, and she liked efficiency.
Upon spotting the oddly marked wolf, she paused, lowering her head while lifting her tail. His sunrise markings caught her attention and tickled her fancy. 'Well well, this male isn't just another Mary Sue.' Taking a few steps forward, a small grin formed on her maw. "Who are you, stranger?" she asked lightly.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 8:10 pm
Rankine slinked closer to the other wolf. He peered at the stranger. He could smell that the wolf was a she-wolf. She had one of those strange cold and hard objects the two-leggers have hanging about the limbs they used to walk with. Strange...
He noticed how she was lifting her tail high, like any other wolf would. She was strong... would she hurt him? He was just a lowly vagabond, a weak and hungry one at that. He'd been able to steal food from the two-leggers before... but he didn't know if he could compete with this dominant she-wolf. Was he strong? Would he be able to protect himself?
"I... I am Rankine. I came here to get food. Who are you?" Rankine asked.
He hoped to get some food soon. He didn't know if he could take another day without it, and with this thought his stomach growled.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 10:35 pm
The key dangled from her powerful jaws that almost looked dainty as it sparkled with what sunlight glinted through the trees. Every time she moved her head it seemed to glitter all the more. Her most prized possession hardly left her side and if Abital did find the courage to leave it home, she had designed the perfect hideaway for the small object. Her paranoia didn't fully obscure her logic, after all, she was certain Beauty nor Piper would find much interest in it, but all the same she didn't want there to be any chance. The only option was to carry it around with her.
Of course this made easy things difficult. As she talked, it bounced with the movement of her jaw. As she ran, it clanked against her side and obscured her hunting. Regardless, she would never get rid of the thing. And she was always wary of thieves in her midst. Her eyes, though confident, portrayed a mild distrust toward Rankine, even though by his posture and dialect she was certain she'd beat him easily in a fight. She didn't intend on starting one, of course. The she-wolf had every intention of using this male, even if he was weak in stature.
"Rankine, hum? Interesting name, SunSpark," she muttered. It was tradition for her to dub every new wolf a second forename. "You may call me Abital, or whatever else suits your fancy, I don't really mind." His interesting markings certainly caught her bandit's eye...impressive. But the thief wasn't as much interested in him as she was what he could provide.
He was hungry, huh? Well so was she. "You're hunting, right? Hmm, maybe we could help each other out?" she said smoothly as she took a step or so closer to the male, wondering if she should snake around him, mimicking her sister's playful antics that were always sure to get her what she wanted. "We could hunt something a little larger than a simple rabbit, if you're up to it. I think deer sounds far more satisfying anyway. What do you say, SunSpark?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 7:44 pm
Rankine's black and orange pelt of fur rippled along, showing the protruding bones as evidence of how long he's not eaten. He'd do anything for some food, even go along with this lady. He knew he may be hurt but if she was great in strength, maybe he'd be able to get away fast enough... if need be.
"Abital it is then. Why do you call me SunSpark? Is it my fur?" He had to ask. Was there some reason for which she named him something else?Was that why she gave him a choice on what to call her? This intrigued him.
Now what was she doing, being so agile and smooth. Rankine had to try and twist his neck to allow him to keep Abital in view. He was certainly in no position to have his back turned. Not with how his body was a the moment. His current state of being famished was not good if he had to defend himself in some way. It wouldn't do to get clawed in the back if his guard was down.
The two of them would most likely be able to take out a young deer. It would certainly be more satisfying than a mere rabbit. Rankine decided that scraps from the two-leggers or a simple rabbit would certainly not amount to what he could eat from a deer.
"Agreed. I think you probably know where a deer could be hunted out here if that object hanging from you might be better at scenting out the prey here. I've only been here a once and I don't quite remember where the prey are."
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Posted: Tue Jan 06, 2009 9:00 pm
Her dull gold eyes watched his thin body, noting the fine movement of bone beneath a thin layer of fur. Grant you that fur was a gorgeous pattern, but the male's health was an odd sight for the female who was more accustomed to the fat or otherwise well fed pack mates of Gomorrah. His question, she though, had an obvious answer. Yes, she had named him such because of his fur. Her little epithets were always based off of physical attributes, after all, she didn't know much about his personality or an accomplishment that could met this stranger adequately. A name based off looks would have to do.
"Yeah. Your pelt is like the morning sun setting the world ablaze," she commented immediately, taking no pause to compliment the male, always ready to speak her mind about something she liked. "I appreciate fine things...I'm a bit of a connoisseur, if you know what I mean." No longer wishing to flatter the male, she switched the subject to his next comment.
"Prey? They travel about, so are noses will be of more use than our memory," she stated calmly. Her lithe body moved beside him, brushing past him momentarily, all calculated as he would assume her sister would do, but as she passed him her head tipped back to see if he would follow. Not entirely sure where they would start, her head quickly took to the air. Rustic pine, fallen oak, dirt, and a myriad of other scents all bombarded her senses, and as she stood there, the smell of mule deer was almost instantly pinpointed and sought.
"Well, it seems we're in luck. Follow me," Abital said, trotting diagonally now. The key in her jaws swung back and forth, glinting in the new light. Rankine had made a comment toward her key. Though like him she didn't know its purpose, or what it was called, she had figured as much that it wasn't a tool for hunting and often hindered her hunts rather than aided her. Regardless of its uselessness, it was her most prized possession.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 3:38 pm
Rankine felt awkward, of course it was his fur. Such bright colors usually brought the usual amount of trouble. He shouldn't have been surprised. But how surprising... she liked his pelt? It's always brought him so much trouble... it didn't help his health out at all.
"Heh, I see what you mean," he replied. He raised his own snout to the air, making out the faint, but undeniable scent of deer. He wouldn't be lots if he lost Abital and he'd surely find her if he did by following the smell of deer.
"Got it, I'll be right by you then," Rankine raised his voice as he trotted after Abital. He paused a bit before closing the gap between the two. "Is that object going to hinder you in the hunt?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 4:14 pm
As they walked, she kept a steady speed, not feeling the need to give chase so early into the game. Stamina was a precious thing and probably the best weapon they head when hunting larger prey, and knowing this, she kept their pace simple and steady. They slunk between branch and bush, moving fluidly along. While her senses observed their surroundings, following the scent, the she-wolf was also paying close attention to SunSpark. Curiosity was probably the strongest aspect of her personality, so naturally she wanted to know more about the male who she would soon be doping. Was he always so quiet? Did he have family, or someplace he belonged?
None of these things she suspected she would find out. She intended on leaving him before she had the chance to ask, and right now she didn't feel like opening her maw except to answer the question he had given her.
That was indeed a problem she faced often. The key made hunting impossible as long as she wished to hold onto it.
"I'll find a nice hiding place for it before we pick our target. I'll retrieve it once we're done, as well," she answered him before jumping over a fallen log.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 11:19 pm
Rankine was content with the easy pace. It didn't take too much out of him and he knew it was more for saving up strength for the hunt itself than anything. Rankine wondered about this dominant she-wolf. Where was she from? What pack does she belong to? Does she have family? Rankine suspected that she'd just use him as an extra set of paws then be on her way. After all, he had no use to anyone. He was just a colorful pelt that walked and could help in a hunt, if well his pelt didn't distract anything.
"I see. That is a suitable solution to that problem," he commented. Rankine nearly hit the log with his hind paw, but was able to clear it without making any more extra sound than a puff or two.
Rankine sniffed the air, and his ears twitched. That was strange. He raised his snout once more. Ah, there it was. He turned to see that Abital was further away, the gap between them larger then before. He sped up a little, making ground. "We're starting to get closer. Want to hide that thing now?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 4:10 pm
She couldn't sense his sudden emotions; not the curiosity, not the uncomfortable anxiety, not the self-dissatisfaction. Instead, her senses seemed pinpointed on the target and seemed anchored there. Moving fluidly still, her eyes darted about, gazing through the brush as they neared a meadow. In this early morning air, they would certainly find the perfect conditions to make a kill...and this excited her. Finally they breached the woods. Lowering herself, the female looked back up to Rankine, growing quiet as a thin smirk slid onto her muzzle. "Ready to do this?" she asked before turning away from him.
Her search for a good hiding place started almost immediately, Coming upon a rather thick tree, she placed her precious key beneath reluctantly and pulled away. If anyone were to come upon it while they were gone hopefully the saliva that covered it would prompt them to stay away.
Looking back up to Rankine, she nodding and pushed forward, creeping into the thin grass along the edge of the woods, glancing about the various mule deer that grazed out in the sweet dewy grass. It was winter, so youth were not bountiful, but maybe they could find an older deer to pick out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 7:51 pm
Rankine was comfortable with the early morning conditions of this hunt. It certainly would make it a nice kill to take down the deer. He had to smirk back at her once they had reached the woods. Centering himself and following her lead he replied, "Did you even have to ask?"
Rankine watched Abital as she hid her precious metal object beneath a thick tree. It seemed to have been immersed in her saliva. He had no doubt whatsoever that he would not be taking the object, even if he had any fancies of the sort.
He followed her and crouched behind her into the tall thin grass. His eyes peered out to survey the amount and ages of the deer. It was not yet spring, so there weren't any young and defenseless ones but there seemed to be older ones. He spied an older one, still a little plump and its hardbits were barely present on his head. It wouldn't be too hard, as it wouldn't be able to hurt them with its antlers.
"What about the one over there?" He asked.
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:48 pm
The sudden exertion of confidence in the male sent a chill down her spine. Now that was what she wanted to hear. A thin smirk spread onto the SerpentSide's maw, and her tail lifted with excitement. The thin male had some life in him yet, and hopefully now he would be able to surprise the navy female who was beginning to wonder how long this would last, and if her plan would be successful. She had confidence, or pride rather, in her ability...all would go according to plan.
Laying beside the male, crouched well hidden, the female peered about the small herd, observing each individual with a godly patience. A hunt was less about speed as it was about accuracy, and wanting to set the stage with everything in order, she carefully scrutinized through the deer, attempting to pinpoint the prey that would bring about an easier kill. Rankine found it first. Golden orbs followed the creature as it hobbled along, bowing its head to reap the morning dew from the strands of soft grass. She hoped it was enjoying itself, after all, this would be its last breakfast.
"Perfect," she murmured, acknowledging Rankines suggestion. "At my lead we split, you heading to its left, and I'll head to the right. Draw it away from the rest of the herd and we'll be made." Her explanation lasted hardly a second and she hushed herself quickly. A short pause followed. Suddenly she burst from her solid position, booming from the brush with an enough exertion to rival a rocket. "Now!" Lengthy, powerful legs helped her to bound forward as she sped toward the deer, keeping slightly to its right as she moved.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:02 am
In retrospect, it was strange this new confident feeling Rankine felt. Pride, he realized. Pride of being wolf, pride of being alive. All brought out by being in another wolf's presence.
Rankine liked this feeling. He could imagine having it... forever. He wagged his tail in the excitement of the hunt as any one wolf would and in the new found feelings of confidence.
Rankine couldn't hold back the smirk when Abital agreed with the prey he had marked. He crouched low at the ready for the mark. The sign for both of them to go.
Before she even let out the words to go forward, all of Rankine's senses told him of her muscles rippling, bursting out with energy to burst out of the grass. He was not losing to her in speed at that instant, moving to the left of the lame old deer. Of course they were downwind of the beast, and though they weren't a pack, they would be able to take the old one down.
Silent, but fast, Rankine glanced to where he knew Abital must be. Rankine was sure of it, the deer would run and they would give chase. Simple law of the hunt. And then they could isolate the lame beast from the herd.
With a last burst of speed, Rankine moved faster, and at the right moment, bounded up at the beast's rump, forcing the lame deer to run away from its herd.
Ha! Perfect.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:50 pm
The navy female watched from her periphery the male as he darted forward, heading in the direction she had instructed. The fact that he had listened to her pleased her immensely, even if he hadn’t done so just because he was following orders. All the same, her pride was swollen. Even though it wasn’t her strongest vice, the Abital occasionally indulged in pride, after all, it’s the father of all sin, and near virtually impossible to avoid while committing another. But for now, her focus stayed on the deer, pulling away from the subject that arose in the back of her mind.
As Rankine sprang at the hind quarters of the beast, it sprang into action, bleating briefly before strong pants took over its voice. Hobbling as fast as it could, the poor creature continued out in front of the wolves. The herd split around them. As expected, they left the older deer while the pair steered the creature away, unable to comprehend that their isolation would be the doom of the elder, and as they cleared the wolves’ path, Abital smirked, knowing this would be over sooner than previously anticipated.
The large beast was slowing. At this chance, the female burst forward, darting into a sprint she usually only used when in trouble of being caught in the act of thieving, but found it quite useful now. As she pulled along the side of the deer, she immediately let out a fierce growl before swerving directly in front of it. Lunging, she sank pearly fangs into the soft muzzle, and felt it lift her off the ground, attempting to thrash her about with its tired body. It was Rankine's turn to shine.
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