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 Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 3:31 pm
f  “Fleas!” Tahir growled, wrenching himself into a knot in attempt to nibble the incessant itching on his flanks. It was no surprise that he’d picked up some parasites in his journeys. His coat was in such poor condition, greasy and lank with patches thinned out considerably along his sides. His mane was limp and ragged, hanging haphazardly over his neck. And the smell, as if he’d been rolling around in old carcasses all morning. Tahir was malnourished to boot, scrawny and skeletal, with his ribs pressing against the dark marks down his side. He didn’t have enough strength in him to fight off anything, including bugs.
So the fleas were biting, and try as he might, Tahir could not manage to bite them back. He let out a snarl of frustration and tossed himself into the dirt. He wriggled back and forth against the ground, attempting to get some relief. But nothing was coming. Finally he lay limp, chin in the sand, and harrumphed angrily under his breath.
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2012 2:08 pm
After going a little further, a different figure in the distance caused her to stop, ears perked in concern. It was too big to be a rodent of any kind but, luckily, it was too small to be a hyena or any other one of those large predators. Still, it wouldn't be too smart to become completely relaxed, especially in the case the other spotted her. Her tail tucked between her legs, unsure of what she should do. Well, she just couldn't stand there, that's for sure. Tentatively, she took a few steps forward, constantly watching the figure and what it might do.
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Posted: Fri Oct 12, 2012 1:47 am
A scent caught Tahir’s attention, though how he managed to scout it out over his own putrid odor, he didn’t know. This was sweeter, softer, cleaner. Something female and canine. For a moment he didn’t both to raise his head and look. Probably seemed an old piece of carrion abandoned in the middle of the savannah. Tahir inhaled deep and slow, taking in that intoxicating new smell with all the relish of a dying creature. Definitely something he could have fun with.
Finally, Tahir lifted his head and glanced out across the plain, spotting a single tall-ish figure above the grass. Another maned wolf.
“Lovely,” Tahir whispered to himself. He rolled onto his belly and stretched his long, skeletal legs out in front of himself. He gave his hide a quick shake, which did nothing to dampen the fleas, and trotted off toward the other canine.
“Pretty ladies shouldn’t wander alone,” he said, raising his voice enough for her to hear. He had a hissing, sibilant tone. Unpleasant. Greasy. “Fortunately you’ve only run into me.”
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