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 Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 4:43 pm
He was doing it again. Wandering beyond the pack lands into the unknown, unable to keep his paws from taking him where they wished to go. Which was....anywhere.
Even his family couldn't anchor him, but they really didn't try. His father knew what plagued him, calling his need to explore "Wanderlust." That he might someday grow out of it, but Phrixos wasn't so sure. He wasn't a pup anymore, having pups of his own even, and a beautiful mate. Perfect reasons to want to stay home.
But he didn't.
Truth be told, the voices were partly the reason. Some days they were silent, but others, they had him running for the hills to escape them. Out of body experiences usually accompanied these bouts of noise, and more then once, he saw through the eyes of a predator as it killed its prey.
It unnerved him, but he wondered if there was a purpose to it, aside from potentially going insane.
And so he wandered, days from his pack, almost positive he tread on another pack's lands, but never quite certain.
A snap caught his attention, and he stopped, staring ahead of him. The foliage had thickened as he pondered, and now he heard it. Something was feasting ahead, and the snap had been a bone breaking. Turning his face, he realized with dismay that he was downwind and completely vulnerable.
By the sudden silence, his unknown adversary had realized it too.
Before he could so much as blink, a tawny blur of fur and fangs launched itself through the undergrowth, an enraged hiss rippling from the cougar's throat as it landed on him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:48 am
Well, hopefully those boys she was always with would keep an eye on her.
Even when he was lost in thought, Peregrine never lost track of his surroundings. His ears picked up the sounds of snarling and an injured yelp that sent him running. Toward the sound. If a packmate needed help, he had to help them. It would be worse if it was one of the younger members; they were always getting into trouble they shouldn't, even now that the pack was run by a less power-hungry wolf than Piper had been.
He could vaguely make out the scuffling pair now and he was just passing the borders to Agua Azul. It wasn't pack business-- he didn't think-- but someone was in trouble close enough for him to help if it wouldn't mean making the fight completely unfair to the other party. If nothing else, perhaps he could break it up long enough to get a word in edgewise that could avoid any more bloodshed.
It wasn't until he was closer that he realized the combantants were not two wolves, but a wolf and... a cougar? Maybe? Yes.
The wolf isn't prepared to fight a hungry feline, Peri thought. That meant the fight would be unfair to the wolf, perhaps even deadly.
He didn't need any more prompting. The large wolf continued his run and when he reached the fight barreled straight into the cougar, twisting his head so he could latch his teeth into the back of its neck. Whether it had missed his approach because of its distraction with the other wolf or because it couldn't disentangle itself in time, the cougar was helpless to stop the attack. Peri's grip on the neck slid-- the angle was awkward-- and he scrabbled with his hind paws to get a better position from which he could drag the cougar off of the other wolf.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 10:15 am
The flash of blue and yellow fur surprised him, and then he felt the cat shifting, trying to escape the other wolf's grip while still intent on devouring his face.
Phrixos tried his best to help his rescuer(he hoped it was a rescuer), but his grip was awkward, as the beast was currently crushing him. The cougar was massive, impervious to the vicious snarls falling from his maw. He snapped at it, but the cat's jaws were bigger, and it seemed to have no fear of him. He wondered if it had kits hidden somewhere beyond, but even if it did, he still fought for his life and would kill the thing if need be.
Its fangs suddenly clamped down on his shoulder, ripping a howl from his throat. But its weight kept shifting, and Phrixos silently cheered on his rescuer even as the pain from the bite had his head spinning. The cat ripped its fangs from his flesh, rending the skin even worse. Blood coated him, and he snarled, biting the cat's forelimb.
That seemed to distract it enough for his rescuer to make a better move.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 11:22 am
Peri could smell the blood now, and the sudden prevalence of the scent in the air told him that either the wolf he was trying to save was doing better than he had expected or the cougar was not interested in playing nice. Still, there was no luck on his end. He couldn't quite get a good enough grip to dislodge the cougar from its prey. He could taste blood from where his teeth had already torn the cougar's flesh somewhat, but they were all superficial wounds.
Peri growled lowly. Suddenly, the cougar slid slightly and then it let out an injured yowl and lifted it's head back sharply, as if surprised. Peri didn't wait, lashing out and sinking his teeth into the cougar's exposed neck. With his bottom jaw latched into the cougar's throat and his upper jaw on the back of it's neck, Peregrine shook his head viciously. The animal was too large to shake the way he would a rabbit, but it rattled it slightly anyway.
This is going to hurt, he thought, even as his own brain was rattled by the force he had to exert to shake the cougar.
Now that he had a better grip, Peregrine began backing away from the tangle of bodies, still giving sharp shakes to the cougar to keep it from getting back its full mental capacity. Slowly, he was dragging it away from the other wolf. If the male could only get his feet under him, Peregrine was sure they would have a better shot at killing the engaged animal. Peri hated to say it, but now that the cougar took them for enemies, it would likely stalk them until they were long out of its territory or dead.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 11:55 am
"Wait," he managed to croak out, his vision a little blurry from the pain. But even so he had seen why the cougar had attacked, and he felt sympathy for the creature now. Two little cubs were watching the exchange through the ferns, their eyes confused and frightened. Phrixos softened, forcing himself to his feet. The cougar looked quite rattled, its eyes crossed from the shaking.
"Let her go. Just run."
He hobbled on his three good legs, his dark fur made even more so by the steady drip of blood from his wound. It hurt like hell, but at the same time, he didn't blame the mother cougar. She had simply been protecting her young, and he should have smelled her long before he had.
"Please..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 7:11 am
Peregrine's green eyes met Phrixos's across the back of the cougar. He had no desire to kill her, but she would hunt them down. Still, it was the other wolf the cougar had attacked, not Peregrine. If he also didn't want to kill the creature...
Peregrine gave a little toss of his head as he released his grip on her so that she wouldn't be able to come up from under him, but otherwise left her free from further harm. It made no sense to shake her again when she was already dizzy enough to stagger on her feet when he released her. They would have a short time before she remembered to attack again.
"Go," he said shortly, taking up position between the injured wolf and the cougar, his eyes on the feline. She may just have been shaken enough to leave them both alone. If he was lucky, that meant she wouldn't think to look for their scents until after they were both long gone. Peregrine would have to remember to tell Fianna and Aislinn not to come this way. Well, assuming Aislinn would even remember he'd told her.
"Go," he repeated, beginning to walk backwards. His eyes caught on slight movement in the bushes, but he didn't turn his head. Over all the blood, wolf and feline, he couldn't smell what it was, but it was low enough to the ground that he didn't think it was another adult cougar.
Maybe this stranger had seen something he hadn't. That was a good enough reason.
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