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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 8:37 am
But Ixchel didn't mind. It was what it was, and the winter wonderland was perhaps her most favored season. Though she stood out amongst all the white, there was something alluring about the land; even amongst all the life of the woods, Ixchel felt completely alone. . . . Like she was the only wolf amongst the lands and from what she could tell, it seemed she was! She had yet to grace another pack land, had yet to find herself near borders unfamiliar. Only a week prior had she heard the call of another. . . . but while she had cried back no return message had been given.
Most unfortunate, really, for Ixchel wasn't entirely keen on the idea of beng alone. In fact, she hated it. . . . But alone was something she knew too well, was something she'd adjusted to as a young pup. It hadn't been long after her mother abandoned their sister that karma caught up to the wolfess; her poor mother, heart=broken enough at only being able to provide for one of her daughters, was shot and killed leaving the darker furred pup to fend for herself.
Life hadn't been easy. . . . but it was, what it was. Confident and independent, Ixchel roamed by habit and circumstance. . . not necessarily by choice.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 8:56 am
 The whites were blinding the bi eyed male and made him squint. The sun was glaring, reflecting off the snow and directly into his eyes. This was the beginning of his hate for the cold season. He couldn't blend in at all. He was a completely contrast. Blacks, blues, off colored cremes and tans. Backus had a hell of a time hunting the hares that were late for hibernation, or deer, for that matter. His ears flicked as he padded through ankle deep snow, trying to find his next meal.
It was hard, giving up on trying to figure out who he had once been. He wanted to know. Wanted to know so desperately, it still ate at him. Gnawing away pieces of his heart and head. He couldn't make his heart into ice, either. Backus had tried that, and it just didn't work. He didn't think he was that kind of wolf. Something in him told him he used to be, which is why he was going against it. Stupid voices... he thought to himself.
Now his nose was in the snow, sniffing for any kind of tracks. Yanking his head back and sneezing a few times, Backus looked out annoyed at the world. "Ok... So...." How did he go about hunting in the snow? He was acting like a pup on their first winter hunt. ...Which he was, pretty much.
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 9:56 am
Something told her to be cautious. Surviving on instinct had given the femme a cautious attitude; especially in unfamiliar territory and land! While she hadn't yet stumbled on pack lands, she knew she wasn't the only wolf in the forest. Furthermore, she wasn't the only animal around and that meant two-legged things, coyotes, bears and cougars. Now while they usually left her alone, some were a bit more threatening than others. . . .
Just because she felt alone didn't mean she was. Pausing her confident lope, the female twisted her ears this way and that, striving to hear anything that might prove her right. Ah ha! There it was!
The sound of something sneezing caused her to grin slightly, though her muscles didn't dare tense. Oh no. . . . she wasn't out the woods yet though curiosity drew her closer to the source. Slipping quietly through the woods, she paused as she peeked through some dead bushes, her coat hopefully blending in with the browns and greys of the dead forest.
It was a wolf, for better or for worse, and a mostly black one. His ears were stained an odd colour, though his creams were handsome enough. Ixchel had grown up with a mother who was spotted just like she with similar colours; and even her sister, foggy a memory as she was, had been spotted too. So Ixchel found it strange to find wolves every colour of the rainbow. Even if it was just blue tipped ears.
Thankfully though, she was prejudiced and instead offered a little smile. Now to find out if the wolf was friendly or not. . . He seemed a little crazy, speaking to himself. Unless there were others hidden elsehwere. Hnn. . . .
". . . a bad case of the sniffles or just some snow tinkling your nose?" Her voice was gentle but calm, as confident as she felt. She wasn't scared of the stranger, though she was ready to bolt if need be. Ixchel wasn't a fighter unless backed in to a corner, and thankfully there was distance between herself and the black wolf. She was still hidden behind dead bushes, and slightly camouflaged, another advantage. . .
By the time he spotted her, if he was indeed hostile, she'd be gone.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:16 am
A confused look passed over his face as he heard a voice, another violent sneeze ripping from his throat. Ah, that one had hurt something in him. His chest was aching slightly. None the less, the dark male looked utterly confused. Someone had spoken, but from where and who they were, he had no idea. He tilted his head this way and that, looked around and spotted no one. Backus was on alert now, his tail high, body tense. But his fur wasn't standing on end yet. He licked his muzzle, getting the melted snow off and then sighed softly.
"Maybe I'm hearing things." It wouldn't be the first time. He often heard voices whispering to him; to what he should be or what he could have been. They were dark voices that didn't settle right with him. He turned his head slowly, scanning the bushes carefully and arched a brow when he saw a set of paws in one.
So he wasn't crazy; this other was just good at hiding. He opened his mouth and let the wind wash over the roof of his mouth and tongue, trying to figure out who it was. It was a scent he didn't know; a wild smelling scent that didn't quite fit in. Ears flicking a bit, Backus sat back on his haunches and frowned. "I do not talk to bushes. If you wish to talk, come out where I can see you."
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