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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 2:24 am
 It was a normal morning out in the lands. The prey were moving, birds flying, life awakening. It was all satisfying but waking up so early meant he needed to get to work. Yawning, he got up, walked down the rocky ledge from his cavern den, and exited through the tunnel behind the waterfall of his lovely home and into the hunting grounds. He jumped on a rock and spotted some zebra and jumped off towards there direction but didn't know another wild dog was close by.
"Wake up Tadelesh. Its time to hunt, meaning getting serious and focused." he said quietly to himself. He followed a zebra that wandered far from the herd and close to his lands to make a perfect kill without startling the rest. Growling lowly, he wiggled his shoulders, and was targeting the perfect spot to strike onto the hoofed prey and bared his fangs and flicked his ears. Running, he got in from if the zebra and bit its neck and left a gash which bled then jumped on its back, digging his claws onto its back and biting the top of the neck, leaving it bleeding and weak. Flopping to the ground, it finally died and he dragged it to an open area and began to eat, leaving the bones to the birds.
Finished with part of it, he laid down full and let his nose catch every scent as he left the vultures to feed off of the carcass until someone would pop along and shoo them away. He sighed, plopping on his side and closing his eyes, taking a small and light nap before he would have to go out again for the nearest lunch.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:09 pm
Maɣe Síʋamet padded along the savannah, taking the opportunity of the cooler morning temperatures to put some miles on her paws. She was searching for a rumoured pack, and the days were getting progressively hotter as she neared her goal, making nights and late evenings, along with early mornings like now, the perfect times for travelling.
Anything else, and even with her light coat, she would quickly overheat.
The female's eyes were partially closed. Something beckoned her to stop, and she paused, letting her paws sink comfortably against the earth. She cocked her head to the side, and then to the other, stretching out her paws with a slow look at the ground beneath her. A soft expression crossed her face. Maɣe's head dropped, and she blew a soft breath out. Upon an unknown directive, her head came up, and her eyes looked towards the carrion vultures swarming in the air, as if pointed there by some unknown signal.
With a murmur of thanks, she began padding in that direction. Upon her arrival, she simply stopped and stared. An entire zebra - minus those parts already eaten - was left to waste? The white Wild Dog just about stumbled forwards before she caught herself, her paws sweeping tenderly against the earth. She slowly took a better, more cautious look around, though one ear was always tipped towards the carcass and noisy birds.
...she couldn't be the only one here. She felt it in the earth.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:56 pm
"Those winged annoyances were right; the rumor would spread out of the pack reawakening." Said Tadelesh. The male with different shades of greens got up and stretched and looked at the pure white female. Shaking his fur, he barked loudly, shooing away the vultures. He was ready to take the food back to the den but a little company wouldn't hurt.
"Name is Tadelesh. You've have probably heard about my pack, Chailyn Alohilani." He said nicely. Something about the female felt good, like she really could be the company he needed. Huffing, he flicked his ears for he heard a heard of wildebeast running but not because of regular movement, but moving because....their being chased! Tadelesh jumped on a rock and peered to see the herd being moved near the desert and huffed.
"Were gonna have to cut this conversation short and get the food back to the Chailyn territory. If we stay any longer, the Delano dogs will find us and kill us on the spot." He said once more but this time more serious. He wasn't going to let them touch him or her or anyone in his lands while still alive. Grabbing the striped carcass by a leg, he started to drag it but stopped to see if she'll come along.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:21 pm
The sudden movement and loud noise from...none other than another Wild Dog had Maɣe pausing, one foot cocked to just begin to lift off the ground. Deep green eyes with their odd little gold flames regarded the male with a careful air of observation. He'd scared off the vultures. Well, that was good, right..?
Somehow, she wasn't so sure.
Silently, her head tipped to the opposite direction it was, from before. She had no time to respond, as he seemed to whip into motion from a distant source of stimulation, causing the pristine female to back up a couple steps.
"I have never heard of any sort of 'Chailyn Alohilani' pack, I regret to inform you."
It was eerily close to him knowing she was looking for a pack. It made her wary. Enough that she didn't move forwards to help him with his burden, even if he would most likely share for helping with the shuffling trouble.
"Nor have I heard of these 'Delano dogs'."
Maɣe seemed to be a female of little words, but her points were crisply concise.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 5:57 pm
"These dogs are bood-thirty, ruthless killers that don't know when to stop! If you want to live and not get killed, i suggest coming with me. Soon, you'll get some answers about this that you seek." He barked. He simply continued to drag the food to a tunnel that which lead to the other side having water rush over it. Walking and dragging, he waited at the entrance after dropping the food where the water was at and waited.
The girl was pure white, a type of color respected in his pack. He watched to see if she will come unless she was red stained on her snowflake fur.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 1:28 pm
.o O ( Sorry for the late reply. Things in life have begun to change, and I'm all @____@ while trying to keep up everywhere. If you can quote me when you reply, like before, I can probably get back to you a bit faster! c: )
Maɣe's ears flicked back at his initial, barking, yell. The female watched, somewhat impassively, but mostly with a deep sense of wariness. 'Bloodthirsty? Really?' Her ears swept back, and she watched until he stopped with his burden. She did not want to enter the cave-like tunnel, and she wasn't in the mood, necessarily, for knowing what was going on in places that were not her destination.
'Tsk tsk...that is not very wise, Maɣe.' She chided herself. If the pack she was looking for was bordered by a lone - perhaps crazy - wild dog, and an apparently bloodthirsty pack, her fate with the pack she was looking for could depend upon it. Either way, however, she would have to tread carefully, and have faith that the earth would keep her.
"What kind of guarantee could you give me that you are simply not part of this pack?"
She had confidence that she could fend for herself, perhaps it was the arrogance of her still-youthful outlook, despite the things she'd gone through in her short life. Either way, Maɣe watched him warily, turned enough so she could keep the ruckus in her peripheral vision, while seeming to give him her full attention.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2012 2:29 pm
Looking at her, he was confused. Guarantee of him not being in the pack? He never was "Not part of Chailyn" for, after all, he was born from the previous king and queen and is the new ruler of the pack! Though, he doesn't have anyone with him which had his heart beat in a deep, sad, tune. "I have never been 'Not part of this pack' like you say. I was born an hour before the enemy pack slaughtered the king, queen, most of the pups from the rulers and the whole pack except one boy who now owns the thrown. It is only the king and me. I guess the news takes a while to reach ones about a pack that had two survivors." He replied, giving her at least an answer and a bit of the backstory.
He was acting like their were two wild dogs, a fake king and him for he was being careful in case she was a part of the enemy pack. He sighed, walking on a ledge as the blood of the meal bonded with the water on the rocky flooring. Walking up the ledge, he put the food into the den for the ruler or rulers of he was ever to score for a girl. Looking down, he waited for her to come up and see the lands of Chailyn Alohilani.
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