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 Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 12:44 am
 "Mrrughhh..." Deluge moaned as she looked towards the field. There was food in the field. But it was so far away! She moaned once again from the floor of the dirt patch as she felt hunger pains jab at her sides. Surely there had to be food closer to her. Something perhaps, that didn't require her to actually get up.
She snorted. If something like that was there, she would have eaten it long before she felt the these terrible hunger pains! Guess there was no choice in the matter. She had to get up. Right... now. Yep. In the next moment, she would. Another sharp pain jabbed her stomach. "Alright, alright!" Deluge muttered under her breath as she drudgingly got up from her resting spot. Maybe she could find some berries nearby... or anything that wouldn't run away if she got too close.
Deluge gave a quick glance around and stretched her sore body, shaking off cramps that built up from her laziness. A great yawn erupted from her mouth and she licked her muzzle as her mouth closed. "And... I'm off." She really shouldn't talk to herself, but it gave her some sort of company. It counted... right?
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 12:20 am
 Djinn crouched deep within the bushes, ears flat against his head, tail twitching madly with withheld tension and the unease he felt. Laid out before him was a grassy field, a herd of deer grazing gently in the breeze. He was hungry, and longed to go after them, and he knew other wolves were capable and had taken down whole stags by themselves. But he was not one of them. Even if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to, and the knowledge made him feel both sad and resentful.
When one of the deer looked up, he looked with it, wondering if it had sensed something. The reason he had waited here, without trying to get food for himself and most likely scare them away, was because he hoped someone more skilled than he could bring one down and, later on, leave a sizable chunk for him to scavenge off of. He had expected to wait for days but, looking around, he hoped the wait would be much shorter than he had anticipated.
This hope faltered when the deer looked down again, at ease. Holding back an annoyed whine, he settled deeper into the bushes, trying to still his tail so it wouldn’t crash into anything, and began to wait once more.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 2:33 pm
Nothing. Not even a stray nut on the floor that happened to be left behind by some furry woodland creature. Deluge sighed in annoyance. The pain was getting worse by the minute and she is finally begining to comtimplate actually... hunting. The reason why she's in a pack was mainly so that she wouldn't have to do that! Of course, that didn't mean she didn't assist the pack during hunts. They are normally able to catch large game leaving Deluge the opportunity to laze about until the food supply ran short. But the carcass was abandoned and had been given to the birds a long time ago.
She shifted her body lazily towards the field once again. Deluge stood on the old dirt patch sniffing the air as her ears perked at the sound of grazing prey. Quietly she hid within the tall grass as she slowly inched closer, pausing frequently in order to keep her position hidden from the herd of deer. Then she pounced.
The different colored grass blurred as she chased after the fleeing deer. The world around her was silent except for the pounding of her feet on the cushioned floor. One... Two..! THREE! She pounced at the neck of one of the smaller and slower deer and squeezed down upon it's neck until she felt the sweet crack of it's neck. Saliva filled her mouth as she anticipated her next meal. The deer was elderly; bigger than a child but easy to hunt. She probably wouldn't be able to bring it back to her pack. What a pity, it was a decent amount of meat.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 4:30 pm
The morning heat beat down on Djinn, warming his fur despite the leafy bush and its shadow over him. A lazy haze seem to spread over him, and he found his tail lost its impatient tremor and his eyes were more prone to close, paying no heed to the scolding and warnings he gave himself when he started awake the few times a rustle close by caught his attention. And, before long, he was content to sleep in the cool shade, assuring himself that, surely, out there where it was hotter, the deer would, too, choose to rest, and wouldn’t travel so far he wouldn’t be able to find them again…
The sound of stampeding deer and the trembling earth woke him, and he crashed into the foliage above in his desperate attempt to right himself and see what was wrong. For a moment, he was convinced a bear or some other monster had gotten him in his sleep, but when he realized the claws raking across his back were nothing more than the stray brambles of the bush he had rested under, he calmed, and was glad no one had been there to see him.
At least, that was his first assumption. Crawling back to his former hiding place but staying close enough to the edge to see, he scanned the area with his good eye, miffed that the herd he had chosen to stalk had been driven away so soon, and caught sight of a purple-blue wolf giving chase. The frown on his lips grew. It was hard for a wolf to catch a meal, especially when there was just the one, and the thought that he would have to go after the herd or find another for his purposes simply because one brash wolf had decided to go after them on its own didn’t bode well with his temper.
But then he saw a deer stagger and fall, the wolf clinging tight to its neck. It was more than he expected, more than he had hoped for, but surely, the deer would be able to shake the wolf off and make its escape, wouldn’t it? It couldn’t be denied that its size was large compared to the hunter, and he waited expectantly for it to rise. But it didn’t. It stayed where it was, dead, with not a twitch of its leg or a thrusting horn to say otherwise.
Already, his former negativity towards the wolf were brushed aside (they were nothing more than rash thoughts from a wolf who was still groggy from his sleep, he told himself), and, after checking to see if some pack or other predator would come and finding none, he settled himself back down, saliva dripping from his maw expectantly, mentally urging the wolf to have its meal and be on its way as quickly as it could.
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Posted: Sun Nov 21, 2010 9:44 pm
Finally exhaustion set into her bones and Deluge panted heavily as she felt her muscles catch up to her. Her muscles and joints screamed at her and she only wanted to rest in order to silence them. I'm getting to old for this Deluge thought, even though she was still relatively young. The entire herd outran her, and she knew she got lucky with this sickly and elderly deer.
Her breath came out in pants of white fog as she stared at the dead body with a tired eye. Ripping into the tough skin was not a task that she was looking forward to but her rumbling stomach urged her forward.
Ugh. The sound of the hide ripping echoed through the meadow as she tore the deer's underbelly to expose the red flesh. Deluge quickly dug in and smeared her nose with blood and ate quickly as possible. Scavengers circled overhead, attracted by the sound and smell of the flesh. Her ears flicked at their calls and she stopped to pause and look around before quickly returning to her meal. Eat and leave. Would't want to be caught up in anything she'll regret if something wanted a piece of her meal.
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Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 11:50 am
The sounds of tearing flesh, heightened by Djinn’s own hunger, seemed to echo throughout the field. Djinn was beside himself, excited with his luck and impatient to taste the results of it. He was glad it was but a single wolf who felled it, for it meant fewer mouths to feed. It would leave for meat for him and quicker, too. All he’d have to do was wait it out and—
His train of thought was cut off when the cries of scavengers above could be heard. Instinctively, he flattened his ears and crouched deeper into the bushes, looking with some contempt as they settled around the carcass – on the trees, on the grass, but never close to the wolf – and waited patiently. It was no different than what he himself was doing, but that wasn’t what bothered him. It was the fact that, every time it came to a battle between he and the birds, he always lost. They used their numbers to outdo him and chase him away, and failed to show him even the tiniest speck of respect as a predator as they did to the purple and blue wolf eating lazily by itself.
Hesitantly, he took himself out of his hiding place and warily approached the feeding wolf, trying to keep his body posture respectful, for he knew his kind were often protective towards their meal, and the last thing he wanted to do was provoke the other. It was with reluctance that he did this, but he thought this option, to ask the wolf for its permission and be able to grab a bite, was better than the other, which was to be forced away by the carrion-eaters to try and find himself another lucky meal.
He walked in a sort of circle, keeping his good eye on the birds, the wolf, and its prey, while at the same time trying to approach as quickly (but as cautiously) as he could. He found, with some surprise, that as he neared, the birds made way for him, although some more grudgingly than others. He felt empowered by this small action and, having no idea they only did so due to the other wolf’s presence, he snapped tauntingly at one as he walked, and was greeted by a sharp peck on the nose. Startled, he back away, crashing into more birds and receiving more pecks until, in his attempt to escape, he ended up barreling into the larger wolf and its meal.
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 11:53 pm
Annnnnnnnddddddd... She was full. And once again tired, her eyes growing heavy. Her body was practically leaning into the body and it was a hilarious sight. So much for eat and leave she thought, realizing it wouldn't be easy to drag her body away from the... body.
Oh right, leaving. She blinked. And fell asleep standing up, looming over the dead carcass. Her gentle snore was barely audible and she would quickly fall in and out of sleep as the birds cawed. She shrugged off the birds and a strange snapping noise as imaginary sounds from her dreams.
WHAM.
She was knocked into the ground and let out a cry: "Snn... Arrrck!" Deluge blinked rapidly, gathering her bearings as she jumped from the ground and turned to what had crashed into her. Her heart beat a million times a second and she shook her body awake. "Wha?" her voice was high, frightened tone that took shape in her bristled fur. What the heck just happened? And what the heck crasheded into her!?
The area around her finally stopped swirling and tilting and she saw the lump of fur before her, a dark purple wolf with silver grey markings. She gave a throaty growl at the thing and pulled her ears back as she snarled. A wolf. A foreign wolf.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:50 pm
Djinn, too occupied with his assailants, missed the frightened whine emitting from the female but her suddenly dangerous growl caught his notice and he was quick to back away, swaying his head like a lunatic as he attempted to keep an eye on both the birds and the wolf he had crashed into, stilling only once the flying creatures had settled.
“I’m sorry,” he said, although the inflection in his tone and his attention towards the scavengers made it obvious how insincere his apology was. As far as he was concerned, it wasn’t his fault he had been attacked – why, he had just been more polite than the situation should have called for when he apologized, in his hopes to appeal to the wolf. As a predator, he should have been given privilege and been the first to eat after the purple and blue female had had her fill while still holding sway over the birds. Yet they, the accursed beasts grooming their feathers calmly, seemed oblivious to this, and he licked his wounded nose indignantly. He thought that, for once, they would respect him as they did the other wolves but apparently not, and now they had even caused him to get on the female’s bad side so soon.
This train of thought brought his attention back to her, and he suddenly recalled that she had just killed an entire deer on her own. Hoping to avoid similar treatment, he backed away, head and tail held low, snapping at the side when a raven pecked at his forehead as he passed by. To another, it might have seemed a comical scene, to see a wolf such as he being harassed by smaller birds. But to him, it was a nuisance, one he hoped would leave him to bother another poor soul.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 3:12 pm
Wut? Deluge looked at the wolf as it... he stumbled about. Her ears were still arched back but they twitched as she barely contained laughter. A grin threatened to twitch from her mouth but fortunatly she kept in.
"Who are you?" She asked, her growl rumbling from her throat as she spoke. Deluge wanted to sound more threatening, but she wasn't on her pack lands. It wasn't rare for her to leave the safety of her pack's territory since they always tried to make her do... her duties. So what if she was a wolf of the pack! All she wanted to do was sleep and eat, was that too much to ask? Though she isn't as ignorant as to assume the pack would feed her in exchange for nothing... kinda.
Anyways, what was she doing? Oh right, the male wolf. "What do you want?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 13, 2010 9:30 pm
Too concerned with keeping himself out of harm’s way, Djinn failed to notice the female’s barely contained mirth, daring to direct his working eye closer to her form only when she asked him a question. Her growl, although less threatening than some of the ones he had heard, was still fearsome to him and he licked his lips nervously, wondering what he could say that would both seem plausible and appeal to the female, so that she would find it within herself to allow him a portion of her meal because, quite frankly, he didn’t think telling a wolf he was there to leech off of them was going to get him on anyone’s good side.
“I was wondering if you’d be willing to share your meal with me,” he said, his tone and posture a strange mixture of groveling and aggression as he fought with himself to make himself seem as humble as he could. “I hadn’t had much luck myself as of late, and your kill seems too large for a single wolf. A strong would such as yourself, who I’m sure can catch a stag whenever she’d like, wouldn’t mind if I had a bite… would you?” he asked, hoping the compliment he tacked on at the end would nudge her response in his favor. And his excuse seemed believable – it hadn't been a whole lie, after all.
Trying to make himself seem as weak as possible, he waited for her judgment. Suddenly, beside him, a few ravens cawed in a way that resembled laughter, and he glared at them spitefully for a moment, hoping the larger wolf wouldn't notice the movement although, at this point, after what he had already openly done to the ravens, it... probably didn't matter much if he chose to cast a glare at them or two.
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