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 Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 5:39 pm
Her tail flicked to the side in an agitated manner. The sound coming from her throat, a very low growl. She was stalking through the forest on the misty, clouded night. Not even the moon illuminated the forest tonight.
The fog was thick, and almost impossible to completely see through.
But it was no matter. She did not mind in the slightest.
Her belly had rumbled, and the idea of the hunt had sent the female into spasms of happiness. In the last few days, few things had ceased to make her angry. She was hearing all sorts of random things, all things that had happened without a word to her!
But she was nothing, and she knew that. The pack was for the good of each other, not for the good of herself. Though it would be pleasant if it was truly like that.
She supposed that she knew what a pack was like now. But she was angry, and hunting could get her frustration out onto the innocent prey that was so unfortunate as to dart into her path. It would be dripping from her maw, and she would take great pleasure in the feeling of it between her strong jaws.
Eyes that were as clouded as the night, stared out into the darkness. Eyes that looked as if they should be blind and unable to see. But they were perfect eyes, catching anything and everything. She wasnt a wolf to mess with, yet it was easy to think her weaker than she actually was. You could be killed if you judged the wrong book by its cover.
Her ice colored nose sniffed a bit, and the scent that hit her delicate nostrils, was anything but prey.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:00 pm
The female slowly loped through the unfamiliar forest, ears trained forward and grey eyes cast out into the dark night. A bad time to hunt, Necrala thought to herself with a barely audible growl. Already she had slipped, a false move alerting an earlier prey beast and allowing it to escape. Made stupid by determination and pride she'd followed it far from her own lands to the outskirts of another[unknowingly]. The pelt she bore, caught in any light looked ghastly, even more so when coupled by a quick snap of white teeth.
The wolf slowed her trot to a walk, gangrene fur ruffled up over her barrel-shaped chest by the quick, cold wind. She lifted her nose to it, nostrils twitching. Luck was not in her favour tonight. The wolf had to bite back a growl, smart enough to know that anger would only chase the animal further away.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 12:47 pm
Her nose twitched, and she lifted her head to scent the air. A wry grin came over her maw, and she chuckled. Someone was unlucky enough to be within her 'territory.'
She didnt own her own, but her walking vacinity was just as good to her. If she was there, you had better not be.
She stepped closer, her actions deliberate and precise. She did not make a sound, not yet. She was the master of stealth, and she wanted no one hearing her approaching.
The pelt of the other female reminded Static of a wolf dead to the world already. She couldnt help but smile at the irony. Who knew if the wolfs pelt would be true to itself by the end of the night..
But she felt no need to kill, not really. This would be all for her pride. She wanted to show she was strong, and this was a wolf that seemed to be looking for a fight.
She carried the same cool, dead look within her eyes that Static did.
She growled in the shadows, and smiled, her pearly whites exposed in the darkness.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 6:11 pm
Though she herself had restraint to keep from growling, the other close to her position was not so well reigned in. It wouldn't have mattered at this time, two adult female wolves in one patch of forested land would've long had any sign of food or feather flying away. Necrala felt herself tens in defense, hackles raising on her neck and legs. Her body solid, head parallel to the rest of her body as silver eyes ticked about the shadows in moonlight. Her vision focused on the set of bright jaws and the growl that kept building in her throat let loose.
Necrala was not in the mood for pleasant conversation tonight. But of course, it seemed this stranger wasn't either.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 10:27 pm
She wasnt sure if she should speak to the other female, or if it wasnt even something that was possible for her. She didn't want to speak.. She wanted to take out her frustration. The female transformed into Rumor in her eyes, and she gave a snarl, no longer capable of speaking at all. Spittle fled from her maw, and with one loud growl, she lunged, using her sheer size to overpower the female first.
She hated others, and the fact that she was so upset, and she had had to meet someone not of pack heritage, that had set her off. Her eyes were crazy, as if she was no longer inside her skull, or doing the damage before her.
She tore at the female, grabbing hold of the first thing she could, and shaking her head viciously.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 9:16 pm
For a moment everything seemed to slow in it's path, the almost un-noticable ripple of muscle beneath a pitch dark pelt before the female leapt, the glint of light on the opposition's back as those electric markings came to life. Like lightning. A strange thing to think, one of the most unnecessary surely, as a stranger lunged for your throat.
Necrala was a stocky, barrel-chested female, but even in motion to dodge as the other female hit her the force surprised her. Enough to knock her to her feet, claws scrabbling hot-fast on cool dirt to move as a mouth full of needle-point teeth snapped to her tail. But her cry of pain was cut off quick, steadying herself quickly despite the throbbing shudders from her backside Necrala lunged towards the dark female, jaws open with saliva dripping in dark gums.
She went straight for the female's sensitive neck and upper back.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 3:47 pm
[If I start godmodding, lemme know. I just dont want to leave you with a sucky post XD]
The female seemed to have the upperhand, or at least.. the element of surprise. But then the ghostly one lunged at Static's back, and she felt a burning pain behind her shoulders.
She knew the female had latched on, and she did her best to shake her off.
The pain became unbearable, and she rolled, much like an alligator and crocodile would. Just trying to release the others hold.
"You're going to regret that," she snarled, though she wasnt sure if she had even been able to escape the females jaws.
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 9:12 pm
[Alright, it's chill. ^^]
It took her a moment to latch onto the sky-pelted female's thick ruff, but with that established she would do her best to hold on. Hot breath steaming out from behind clenched jaws Necrala gave nothing more than a savage snarl in response as she shook at Static's shoulders, aiming first to unbalance the larger wolf then go for the sensitive jugular. If she had to kill her, so be it.
The first roll caught her stiff and surprised, though the force straining on her neck and head as the other roller over her enough to make her sputter and choke, the grip held fast.
However the second time she'd lost her grip, and though snapped at and possibly into her back and shoulders never regained that sweet spot. Damn... she growled, shaking her head quickly as she stepped backwards, facing towards Static.
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