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 Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 4:34 pm
 The grasslands were billowing beneath a brisk wind as the sun began sloping towards the horizon. A few bugs were tuning up for the night's concert, making the young dancer wish for one of those rare nights when all was still and the chiepers and trhummers and raspers all somehow managed to find the beat, causing the night to throb with a dancable rhythm. The beating of the heart of the land is what her teacher had called it. She had always found such rare times intoxicating, finding it easy to whirl, stomp, and leap to the primative, heady, driving cadence of the world.
Tonight was not to be one of those nights, however. The wind showed no signs of letting up, and she had never heard the insects chime together that way when anything but the barest breath of wind stirred. Confortably resigned to entertaining herself, she changed the pattern her own paws trod, adding a half-step and a kick in to keep herself moving. She was quite oblivious to the carcass until she happened to trot directly into the scent blowing downwind. She froze in mid-step, her stomach sending up such a racket as to make its very own music. She stood still long enough to look about herself intently, ears swivelling attentively. Yes, there it was, to her right in the distance. It seemed it was time to eat!
She bounded towards the corpse, yipping to scare off the flapping feathery scavengers. Once it was clear, she examined the offerings. They weren't too bad, though. It had been a large hooved animal of some sort, so this clearly had been a lion kill. All the good parts were gone, most of the muscle ripped away. However, there was still a good amount of flesh attatched to the bones, so it couldn't have been here long. Daintily she set about making a meal of the left-overs.
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 10:48 am
Agoyoanye had caught the same scent while sniffing around for a watering hole. He was unfamiliar with the area, a situation he found himself in all too often. He was thirsty, but he was also too hungry to ignore the over powering stench of decay.
As he approached he caught the scent of... Vultures? No, they'd come and gone. It was the scent of another wild dog. A female. He sniffed again. She was alone.
He walked forward, slower now. If the corpse was old then there might not be enough left for two to scavenge off it. In that case, he preferred that the scavenger be him.
Soon the grotesque scene came into view. If the female hadn't noticed him, she would soon. As he stepped out of the tall grass he lowered his head, bearing his teeth and letting out a low, and threating growl.
(( Maybe once he settles down I'll bring up the ants? ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:37 pm
She looked up at the growl, her tongue cleaning blood from her jaws. A male approached with the clear intention of driving her off. Though normally quite sunny, irritation rose within her. She pinned her ears, though their angle wasn't that of anger, nor of fear, but of annoyance. She remained in place, but one lip curled back to show her own formidable teeth. She rarely used them for anything but hunting, but the elders had warned her that a time might come when she would need to defend herself. Had that time come?
"I don't mind sharing, if you don't," she huffed, voice not quite an answering growl but clearly testy. "You could have asked, you know. It isn't as if I were an unmannered fool." It didn't quite occur to her, due to her somewhat sheltered pack life, that here in the roguelands, manners were one of the least virtues. Manners did not fill your belly, manners did not keep your hide whole, nor did they come into play in any sort of battle for survival. True, they would come in handy if one intended to join a pack, or happened to cross claimed territory. But generally, manners were not seen as a needed trait of a rogue wild dog.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 6:51 pm
His ears peaked up and swivelled forward at the mention of manners and... sharing. He wasn't the least bit interested in manners. Manners were for packs and mates, not for loners looking for a scrap of meat.
Still though, sharing would take much less energy then stealing. Even if there wasn't enough for two, half rations without the scuffle could leave him better off then full rations and a hefty wound.
He stopped dead in his tracks and lifted his head slowly, "You mean it?"
His voice almost sounded alien too him. How long had it been since he'd spoken aloud?
"Wasn't expecting that..." he admitted. "If you really mean it, mam, I'd be happy to share."
(( I thought I had you on aim but I can't remember which you are. I downloaded aim yesterday and made an account for RPs. ( OnethirdRP ) I'll be on more if you'd like to RP on IM. :3 ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 12:19 pm
Her body visibly relaxed at his response. Oh good, confrontation wasn't going to be necessary. Mission or no, she wasn't out here to seek pain and injury, after all. Merely to learn about it. If it happened to her, so be it, but there was no need to court such treatment. Obligingly she shifted her position, moving towards what had once been the head, leaving the larger hindquarter bones for him. She found a nice little pocket of meat along the jawline, but had to tear at the hide covering to get to it. She didn't mind a bit of hide in her meal, but generally the skin and fur was too tough for her to savor. Little animals had much more tender hides, making for easy eating and tastiness. This seemed to have been an older animal, though, and it showed in a vew deatils, like how thick and rugged its hide was.
She spared a sideways glance at her dining companion. He had at least calmed down once she'd offered to share, but his lack of friendliness niggled at her like a bit of meat stuck between her teeth. Granted, she didn't expect everyone she met to be friendly, but somehow she'd always imagined the rude ones would be the felines. In her imagination, their animosity for her canine-self was more likely to raise hackles than her presence would from another of her own kind. It baffled her that he'd approached her so aggressively.
She made the most of the flesh she reached and began to gnaw on the bone beneath, but kept one ear cocked his direction, occasionally rolling one eye to glance at him. What should she say or do? She wasn't entirely certain that he'd welcome her effusive friendliness, considering how things had begun, but it felt rude to her to her to not extend the courtesy of freindly greeting, introduction, and polite inquiry to the other's well-being. Mind awhirl with these thoughts, she didn't actually say anything else, merely kept searching out the tidbits left to fill her belly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 11:24 am
He waited for her to settle down in the place of her choice and then circled around until he was satisfied that he was as far away from the strange female as he could possibly be before he started in on the carcass. It had been a while since he'd last eaten and it showed. Tough, stringy, slightly rotten... tearing and shaking the flesh felt so good. He found a fatty treat near the back and dug at it with one paw, trying to pull it away from the bone before going in with his teeth to give it a good jerk.
Engrossed as he was he didn't notice the ants that were starting to gather until they began to crawl up and onto the carcass. These he either ignored, or snapped at, eating along with the ripe meat.
A sudden pain on his lip, then another on a back foot caused him to jump back with a sharp cry. He pawed frantically at the affected areas but only ended up stomping through the ants and riling them up more. He jumped again, then stopped to paw at his face, trying to keep an ant from reaching his eyes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 17, 2010 1:31 pm
She had just made up her mind to be friendly anyway, turning with a breath and beginning, "My name is...," when he suddenly began dancing about. Well, not exactly dancing. To Siesha's eye, it was very poor dancing indeed. Though the head-pawing part was an idea she'd have to try out sometime. It took her several moments to realize he wasn't just breaking into a random dance, but was actually in pain!
She surged towards him, then slammed on the brakes as she remembered his distrust. Running at him probably wasn't the best idea. So she approached slower, eyes growing wider as his gyrations became more frantic. "What's wrong?" she gasped, bouncing aside as he nearly backed over her. It was then that she saw the little crawlies boiling across the ground. "Oh no, oh dear," she yelped. She wasn't exactly afraid of the ants, but knew from the sound of it that they probably caused a great deal of pain.
What to do, what to do? She darted hither and thither, trying to think. Water? But who knew where any was close by? What else? Dust bath! Surely that might help shake loose those that clung, and maybe ease the sting? It was the only thing she could think of. She scanned the area, looking for a dip in the land a distance from the angry ant troops. There! "Here, come with me!" she yipped urgently, cutting across the involuntary sounds of pain her eating companion was emitting. "Hurry!"
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