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 Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 4:56 am
Today had been a fairly successful day for leaving little fluffy things in her wake and she was quite pleased with herself. She'd pulled down a fat rabbit and she was now eating it dying her light coloured fur in it's warm blood. For a moment she looked at her paws and licked them trying to rid herself of the blood, only to pause and change her mind. It was at moments like this that she wished her fur was bloody red instead of the light girlie colour it sported.
Shaking her head she knew she couldn't leave her fur bloody so she continued to lick away the mess. Her fur may have annoyed her, but she was very proud of how clean it always looked. Looking dirty just didn't cut it for her.
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Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 1:46 am
 The days hadn't been peculiar at all - time had gone by as usual with more or less the same yield of promise. The large canine continued training, honing his perfected hunting claw, and seeking others like-minded. And yet, nothing was changing, though he knew that it was the little things that amounted to a greater future. Whether or not it was visible, he felt it coming in his sturdy bones. And so the days kept passing without disturbing his anticipation, as he had taken it all in calmly, waiting to address whatever incident showed itself to him when it came.
So the day came, he supposed, at this precise moment. Along the ground he began noticing something strangely not right, but it did not perturb his curiosity. There seemed to be a trail of small furred bodies strewn along the high grasses, and whoever had been making the path made it clear that it didn't care about being tracked... or perhaps it wanted to be found.
He raised his muzzle high in the air, sniffing out the bloody reek and took care in not stepping on the small pools of staining red. As his paws took him through the trail, the blood got noticeably fresher... He could almost smell the criminal.
Sidestepping another small body of a rodent, he peeked through a cluster of trees where the bodies seemed to have stopped. It was so fresh that the blood seeping from it was still making its way through the ground. He looked on, uncaring for what kind of beast could have caused the mess...
...And he found that it wasn't a beast at all. As his gaze drifted almost immediately onto the light purple form ahead, he grunted - subconsciously wanting to make his presence known - and at once started to form an opinion. It was in his nature and line to judge, and with forceful reasoning he did.
"Careless..." the black wild dog began to say as he made his mighty stride over to the female, "Not even finishing each whole body as you went along. Did your parents never teach you about waste?"
A smirk laid on his face as he continued his slow but purposeful walk, careful to watch for any threatening indications from the female. Once he got closer, it was clear that she probably could have downed greater prey - she was larger than other females he had seen, and yet, her coat signaled less aptitude.
"Don't worry, I, Nkosi, can teach you that."
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 3:41 am
Her ears tilted angrily as he came striding through the trees in to her private moment. She was still cleaning hte blood from her paws and the pale tips were still decidedly red. She would have been ashamed had he not called her careless, what did he care what she did or did not do with her time? "They chose not to run so they died, what does it matter to you?" She snaps getting to her paws, she narrows her eyes at him.
"Perhaps, You, Nkosi can take your nose and stick it in to someone elses buisness." She wrinkles her nose and lashes her tail, her golden eyes fixed squarely upon him. He was a big dog, she certainly couldn't take him in a fight but she could stand her ground.
"Do you really think I choose to hunt these little morsels? They taste of nothing and that is their fault, if they choose to dive before my nose they don't deserve to live." Lowering her ears the lilac female sniffs a laugh. "Though again I ask what is it to you? Were the rodents your brothers or something?" She snorts and shakes her head, she had seen weirder things in her life.
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 3:53 am
It was cute to see females getting all caught up with their fur. It was even cuter when one barked back at him.
"Mmm, touchy, my dear female friend," he tested, narrowing his own red eyes at her.
"I'm not looking for a fight, you fiery thing. No, I can very well see that you are very capable yourself. Quite impressive."
He watched her begin to get enraged - her tail lashing, eye furious of his intrusion. And he couldn't blame her. This automatic defensive maneuver was even perhaps favorable.
At her next words and laugh, he couldn't help but smile himself, amused - he even gave a small grunt of approval. She also had a tongue! Oh, how feisty females brought such excitement to him. This one, however, he was not attracted to at all - yet, he still realized her value which prompted him to stick around. Perhaps he needed to get to know her a little as well as vice versa.
"Why, I can see your reasoning, dear female. It is simply not in our best interest to waste. Those rodents could have been tasty morsels for bigger prey, and that prey could have gotten just that much fatter for us. Don't you think?" he posed, tilting his head curious at what her next response would be, and also holding himself in an nonthreatening position.
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