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 Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 8:41 am
 He didn't know where he was going or where he had been. The ocean was so far away...he missed the smell of the salt, the sound of the ocean waves. The forest was new to him. Strange sounds, strange animals, strange smells, he shivered as he walked...shaking...when had he last eaten? The sun crept through the leaves...he collapsed sinking into a dark dream beneath the trees.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 10:07 pm
Firdaws was hungry.
That is to say, his particular appetites were in need of filling. His stomach, for its part, was not entirely empty, and he could have gone another day or two if he had to. Regular meals were a luxury, even for a pack wolf, when one's prey of choice was such a challenge to catch.
No, Firdaws's hunger ran deeper and darker than something any particular morsel could sustain. He felt his hunger in his heart, and in his paws, and his loins. A hunger that was like lust, but also more than that, deep and primal -- a devouring need which, had he the misfortune to grow up in another pack, would have been his undoing early in his life.
But he was fortunate in his choice of companions. His skills were valued among his peers, and there was, if not a steady stream of prey, than at least enough to satisfy him...to curb the hunger just enough to keep it at bay.
Nevertheless, right now, he knew two things: one, that he was hungry; two, that he was quite unlikely to get what he wanted in this dank and desolate patch of forest. The whole thing put him quite on edge.
The wolf hesitated, nose-to-ground, brow furrowing beneath his worn-out cloak. There was a smell here...a live, warm smell. Worth investigating, at any rate.
Shrugging, a bit agitatedly, he shifted his course and made his way into the trees.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 1:52 pm
Makya heard a shuffle near him. He shivered what could it be? His head spun around and he crouched down low on his paws. Maybe his black fur would hide him in the shadows. He was scared alone and far to young to know anything of the what he could encounter on his own.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 6:58 pm
The wolf paused, eyes narrowing beneath the folds of his hood. A scent had assaulted his nose, and something stirred in him. It was strange, really. Firdaws's hunger rarely strayed so far from his specific monstrous appetites.
His eyes caught the shift of movement among the trees. The greens and blacks blended in with the dark, marshy ground, but the pup's eyes caught the light. A cool grin spread along the older wolf's maw.
Usually, this was the business of the omegas. The whole thing was beneath him, really.
But still...it could be a fun game.
He stood, silent and still, within the shadows, and allowed his gaze to wander hungrily over the pup. How long until the little one noticed his presence, just a few feet away? He could wait forever in the dark, still as a stone.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 3:22 pm
Makya knew if he didn't do something soon the other wolf might find him. He couldn't stay in the shadows any longer. He had to try and run for it, maybe he could get away or the other wolf wouldn't see the direction he took off in. He took a deep breath and with all his might and effort began running through the woods, not looking back, but afraid of what might come.
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 11:16 pm
So. The pup could run. How adorably scrumptious.
Still, the whelp showed promise. He had caught Firdaws's scent, which showed he was aware of his surroundings and had a strong nose. And he moved well. Firdaws watched him appraisingly, searching for the qualities he most prized in his hunters. Perhaps the whelp could prove useful, after all.
And if not, of course, Firdaws could always get a snack.
The cloaked wolf pursued the pup with long, easy strides -- more of a jog than a run -- to get an idea of just what the pup was capable of.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 2:15 pm
Makya saw that the other wolf was tracking him down. Being alone in the woods for sometime he knew a little how to hide when being chased. He dodged and maneuvered through bushes and trees, sticking to the shadows to further hide himself jumping and running shadow to shadow, trying to confuse the other wolf...but he didn't know these woods, or the territory he was entering.
He wouldn't give up yet, keep to the shadows...his breath was becoming more labored but he resisted the fatigue...keep to the shadows, was the mantra he kept repeating in his head.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 9:54 pm
A smile crept up the hunter's maw. See how he creeps along in darkness? He thought, his tail swaying behind him. He picked up his speed, pursuing the pup. Well. Other wolves had taken apprentices. Why shouldn't he? And, besides, the pups could use another brother to grow up with. Firdaws still fondly thought back to when he had been stolen the bonds that formed between himself and the other pups his age.
It just wasn't as much fun to be recruited into the Shadowclan without a few friends. Maybe that was where they had gone wrong, in times hence: Not stealing enough pups at a time.
Yes. He was decided. He would give the pup one final test, and if he passed, he would take him into the pack to train for his very own.
Extending his long, rangy legs, the huntmaster loped forward, easily catching up with the pup. "Lost, little one?" He asked, in a low growl.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 7:01 pm
Makya couldn't believe the older wolf had caught up to him so quickly, obviously all his running and stealth maneuvers he had been doing on his own were not showing off. He wondered why he pursued him...was this it? The end...his mother a lone wanderer and his father and sister who knows what happened to them. Makya had hoped that when he ran to find his mother that he would someday cross her path...but this was it...he heard the growl in the other wolf's voice.
"Lost?" He then felt a string of rage, rage that his family was gone and he was all alone. He looked the other wolf straight in the eyes, "Lost...no...I'm just waiting to be found."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 8:40 pm
Firdaws grinned, his tail swaying restlessly behind him. "And now you have been," he said, meeting the pup's eyes through the folds of his cloak. "You are a smart pup," he said, "Strong. Come with me, and I'll show you where you belong."
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:02 pm
Makya put his head down, his tail in between his legs, and followed the older wolf, a tiny shiver running down his spin...unsure of what he was getting into...at least he wasn't alone anymore.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:18 pm
"Come." He nosed the pup, pushing him forward -- not roughly, exactly, but also not gently. Firdaws was not a gentle wolf, and the Shadowclan was not a gentle pack. "You have much to learn. What do I call you, little brother? Or should I come up with a new name for you?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 8:09 am
The pup lowered his head, and muffled...my mother called me Makya...but whatever you want to call me is fine[i]...A new home, a new name, perhaps that would help heal the wounds from his past.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 10:46 am
"Makya..." He tested the name out on his tongue, looking over the green-marked pup thoughtfully. He liked that he was willing to change his name; that spoke well of the young one's capacity to adapt. A new name, for rebirth.
He tried to think of something fitting and realized he was terrible with names. He couldn't even remember how he had come by his own name. He knew he certainly hadn't done it himself. If he'd named himself it would have been something like Hunter or Deathbringer or something equally literal and stupid.
He smiled. "Makya's a fine name," he decided, largely because he could think of nothing better and wanted to save himself some humiliation. "Take it. Own it. Make it your own, and damn your mother. Mothers always leave."
That saying...it was something David had said to that little whelp of an omega and his foolish terrified brother when they both arrived, and it was something of an unofficial motto now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 8:16 am
"Take it. Own it. Make it your own." The words sunk deep in his heart. His name the own his mother choose for him meant Eagle Hunter. His fury towards his mother built up, the older wolf...Firdaws was right, damn her, why did she leave. He vowed then to put his sorrows and fears behind him. Wherever his path was taking him now he was not going to be a coward. He had spent months alone in the forest in fear. Not anymore, other wolves would come to fear him, the Eagle Hunter, one who can capture even the most ominous predator. He stood up next to Firdaws, puffed out his chest a little bit, I'm ready, he said to Firdaws. He would be stronger now, and if he ever found his mother he would be the one to put the fear in her, just like she had done to him.
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