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 Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 1:37 pm
Ripples... a scattering of burnished beams of light, and the darting of thin, silver fish, this way and that, scales flashing in the sun every now and then. Castille's ice flecked blue eyes reflected nothing of the watery scene in front of him, merely the snowy haze that was his mind when he was concentrating.
In... out... he watched the silver bodies weave the exact same pattern as those webs of thick rope the two-legs kept in their wooden dens.
The hornet colored wolf stood stock still at the edge of the riverbank, muscles taut, ears flattened back against his head, as he judged with his eyes when the perfect moment would be to strike.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 2:28 pm
 A sudden beam of consciousness filtered gently through the large black lump's body. The sun was shining brightly, and focusing the brunt of its wild strength upon the stiff back muscles of the long creature. As it warmed, it slowly poked the sleeper into a further state of awareness- until finally, wildly pale green eyes suddenly flushed open into the morning sunlight. Drowsily, the old king yawned and trembled as his body adjusted itself. It would take a few more seconds of dry swallowing for his brain to finally function correctly, reminding himself of the who and the what of this world. For a moment his head winced, for the sudden capturing of sun caused the corners of his eyes to burn, and with a gudgeoning snort, he withdrew his face from the light.
From somewhere below him a silver creature shivered against the coolness of the air, and rubbed back against him. "Mm, Phib...?" She mumbled dumbly, before settling herself back down, and crossing her paws underneath the bottom of her chin. Her body flinched for a moment before settling itself back down, still content to continue her morning nap.
With a yawn, the large black creature stood, leaning forward in a stretch. He was a bit thirsty, and it was time to be moving anyways. On normal instances he did not sleep so well into the morning- although such was common place for Ryoku, who was still sound asleep, but it had been a most wild week, and he'd spent a large portion of it being active. Perhaps it was some time for relaxation- but only half of his mind believed that.
His mate made a sound which almost made him think she was awake, and he turned back towards her. When she made no further movements, and because no one else was around, he leaned down and gently leaned his head against hers, the end of his tail carefully shaking before he turned, and exited.
For a wolf like him, his private den with Ryoku was rather small. He had to squeeze out of the rock entrance in order to get out, although Ryoku could run back and forth between the entrances with little trouble.
Once outside into the snowy light, he gave another stretch before setting off along the forest line, and curving when the river obstructed his path and followed it quite some distance. He had it upon him to start checking the borders more frequently.
About a mile down, it suddenly became apparent that there was a new creature among the winterscape. With a snort he rose his head and inhaled the icy cold air, before continuing on towards it. He thought at first it would require him to leave the confines of the river- but it quickly became apparent that whoever this creature was, also was upon the path he was.
Some trotting later, and the black brute found himself slowly emerging from the bushes. Sure enough, on the other side of the small end of the river (about fifteen feet across, respectively), there was a vibrantly black and yellow creature staring intently at the water. So intently, in fact, it didn't even seem that he noticed him. Was he fishing? The brute thought with a slight kink of his tail, and unabashedly, trotted towards him.
"I'd not try to beat the fish at staring, friend." He remarked, noting the intense concentration of the brute. "They don't blink."
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 7:00 pm
A wave of surprise rushed through the black and yellow male's form, crashing across him visibly in a way that made him jolt. He whirled towards Phib, his eyes narrowing momentarily, in almost spiteful appraisal. It happened within a second. Gears turned in that unquiet mind, filters trying to sift out any underlying meaning in the pitchy male's tones and finding none. It didn't seem to be a blow, he reasoned. It sounded more like the conversational observations made between the senior wolves of his old pack. He was momentarily confused, although he kept his deadpan. Why was this stranger being polite towards him? This couldn't be a trick, could it? But no, there seemed to be no reasoning to support that.
All that judgment flying through his consciousness in less than a second, Castille 'hmph'ed slightly, aquamarine eyes glancing back to the water for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak and the words came out slightly deformed, higher pitched than one might expect (for Castille was a male of moderate dimensions) and with a touch of a faint, almost serpentine hiss. It was not a lisp of any sort, simply a way of over-enunciating consonants so that every word was like a snap of a fox's jaws.
"Mmph. Perhaps they do not. Which is why I must calculate their position with utmost precision in order to have a chance at snatching one for myself." There was a slightly accusatory tone to his remark, and it bordered just on the edge of sarcasm. But he had forgotten himself. The midnight colored wolf had shown him no scorn as of yet, and the yellow-jacketed male tilted back his ears fifteen degrees in a disarming gesture. He tried to think of something more appeasing to say, but as they did on so many occasions, words failed him.
Suddenly he realized that he might have wandered onto claimed lands. The male in front of him certainly seemed of alpha-caliber. "But perhaps these lands are yours?" He said, starting a bit tentatively before building his tone back to it's previous state. "For you seem familiar enough with the nictitating habits of the prey." He sniffed, but his tail dropped slightly in another gesture of recognition.
Finally, he ended with a sultry, yet truthful: "I wouldn't wish to intrude." His eyes turned to Phib, calculating, waiting, honestly interested in the answer.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 4:24 pm
A faint cold breeze brushed somewhat against the long black creature's side, and his snorted vaguely against the chill. "These lands?" Phib spoke, the end of his tail arching- but it was a peculiar bent one, and not the one so often construed with acts of male dominance. It was more conceiting- and somehow at the same time very affirmative of how he felt about his positions. "Ownership is a rhetorical statement. But yes, these lands are mine." He spoke, with a mixture of amusement upon his face.
But the black creature seemed rather interested with the other beast's attempt at fishing, rather then his concern over the current territory. He even sat, arching his ears forward and glancing at the water. Sure enough, there were a variety of fish swimming about the depths. For his lands to be so construed by water- Phib had never been particularly fond of it. In fact, he avoided it whenever possible. His own experience with fishing was limited. The only times he had ever eaten fish was when the salmon swelled up the river with their bright red bodies, and made it child's play to catch. This, on the other hand, seemed to be a more complicated matter.
"Not that I don't see the benefits of saving energy on a kill- why fish?" The old king question, his brow arching. "Surely you could catch voles just as fast and in more quantity." He remarked. He wasn't particularly disapproving of the act of fishing; it almost seemed that he was more interested in how the wolf would respond, rather then what his feelings were on the matter.
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