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 Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 3:33 pm
 Ghandi loved to be in his hare form. Especially when it was windy. The phrase mad as a March hare had never crossed his ears, but when the wind was high he loved to run through the long thick grass of the savannah, boxing and racing his own shadow. It was blissful.
When in the guise of a hare he was slightly larger than your average bunny, and moved a lot faster, he could skip from one place to another in seconds, he would stop and twitch around, his nose and eyes seemingly terrified so wide were they but he would once again quickly surrender to the madness of the west wind and pick up his paws in a mad dash to no where.
It was days like today that were simply perfect, the new green grass was sprouting from recent rains so the world smelled of water and of that wonderful green smell produced by creatures chewing cud in some short or long distance away. It didn't matter where they were the world smelled amazing and the wind whipping through the grasses left him feeling frenzied. It was so easy to be a hare, no responsibilities, no reason, just running palmal as if your life depended on it...
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2017 4:58 pm
Hazel eyes had been watching the hare for a long time now, just watching, waiting, perhaps even mapping out the course in which it was travelling, albeit rather unsuccessfully. As it darted here, there and everywhere with the wind, Wotlich grew more and more excited. She wanted that hare, needed that hare. What would she do with it? She could eat it, surely… or perhaps keep it as a pet.
Eye darted this way and that. No. She would skin it and wear its pelt, it was large enough to fasten into some kind of garment and definitely beautiful enough to show off to her miserable mother. Heck, even its body would be useful for eating. Smirking, she made her decision.
Wiggling her butt back and forth, she waited for just the right moment -- When the wind blew. Staying silent, she waited and soon her patience was granted reward as the wind pushed past her towards the rodent. Pupils widening, she took off after the hare, body lunging forward almost awkwardly due to her additional weight. It didn’t cause her any issue, however, as she was rather comfortable with her body and maybe even a bit graceful.
I got you now.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 2:47 am
A hare he may have been, but he was also a god and the presence of the predator was nothing new to him. He pondered the thought that his uncle was in fact the god of predators, his father of prey, he knew a thing or two about how both things moved and when the massive female darted out at him, he swerved. "Hay lady, slow your heels." He chuckles running almost in a full circle and darting beside her. "I'm not for hunting." He grins a wide grin and uses her shoulder as a spring board to push himself a good distance from the lioness.
He lands and stands perfectly still, his massive ears fluttering in the wind, his deep brown eyes fixed squarely on the big female. She seemed to be excited at the hunt. In this moment of perfect static sitting he noticed her horns. She bore no wings though, no wings but horns, she was probably a goddess, either that or she knew how to attach horns really, reallllly well.
"Don't pounce me lady. I'm definately not for eating." He tipped his head from one side to the other looking at her with massive wild eyes. If she insisted on continuing to chase him, he would probably have to change his form. He really didn't want to but, except for a fleetness of foot and that his mind was still in tact in this form, he was pretty vulnerable.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2017 3:54 pm
Landing on her paws, sadly without the hare made the goddess rather agitated, growling at the fact that her prey was yet to be hers, Wotlich turned to swat at him. Grass. All she managed to smack was the tall grass around her rather than the hare yet again. Watching him run a circle around her and then have the audacity to spring off her body and away from her all the while explain he wasn’t for hunting had her pissed. He wasn’t for hunting was he? She’d see about that.
Stalking towards the hare, she gritted her teeth. Why couldn’t she eat him, was that a challenge? To the goddess of poaching it definitely was… it was a challenge for her and her domain. She needed him more than ever now, those super cute ears, that large body. He would be hers, even if she had to chase him for days, weeks… months.
“I definitely believe you are worth chasing, darling.”
Running at him again, she grinned, this was going to be so much fun. Her inner nature was being stroked in just the right way. She was like a junkie chasing a high unlike any other.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2017 4:01 pm
When she dove for him again he took off at full speed though rather than running in a straight line he ran irrationally taking sharp turns and double backing. In one of his kinks he found himself beside her again his massive ears brushing past her shoulder before he bounded away.
"I'm not for hunting lady you hear?" He stops again, standing up on his back legs he looks around his bunny nose wriggling. This was actually quite fun it had been a long time since he had truely stretched his legs. Usually predators gave up after one swift dash, the meat off a hare swans hardly anything the energy expenditure too high. This was no ordinary hunter though. Taking a breath he let out a sigh.
"Will you stop hunting me if I tell you a secret?" He tilted his head, he was far enough away from her that should she pounce again he could run off, unfortunately the next mad dash would have to see him transform, he really didnt want to be eaten and if she caught him it might be too late to reveal his secret.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 3:10 pm
The hare was having a rather hard time proving that he wasn’t for hunting, if anything he was provoking the Goddess of poaching into a state of almost feverish need. She wanted him, she needed him, and she would have the damned hare if it was the last thing she hunted for. Taking to a slow stalk, Wotlich lowered her head readying herself for the perfect opportunity to strike the hare, while also giving the hare a chance to speak.
Was he bargaining now? She continued to stalk a circle around him but nodding in his direction. “Go ahead, try bargaining with me.” Chuckling lightly, she started making her circle smaller, tailing waving from side to side, teasing her prey.
“What could you possibly have to tell me that would make me stop my hunt?”
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 3:27 pm
He watched her stalking closer. He wanted to say to her my uncle is the god of predators, you think I'll fall for that ploy? Or hey my dad is the god of pray I know exactly how to escape that. He had a feeling though that Wotlich wasn't going to give up so instead of explaining or taking his eyes off her, he took a step back, took a deep breath and...
In a flurry of fur and feathers where the large lop eared hare once stood a large fluffy god stood instead, he unfurled his twin sets of wings and flaps them once sending a heavy wind to rush through the grass and lift the goddesses fur.
"I'm a god like you." He grins a wide, cheeky grin and chuckles. Maybe not the secret she was thinking of but, hopefully it would stop her in her tracks.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 4:04 pm
Where the hare once stood, now stood a God and with that change, so too did her mood. Tensing ever muscle in her body, Wotlich shook with fury. This was definitely not the outcome she wanted. Not at all. How dare he take her fun away from her, was this a joke to him? Digging her claws deep into the dirt, Wotlich stared, hazel eyes glaring at the God in front of her.
“Is this some sort of sick joke? You got me all fired up…” Waltzing up to the male she gave him a once over, “Then just decide to stop?” That was definitely not how this was going to work. Nope. Now he was hers, a God. Her own God.
“You owe me big time, my entire BEING felt excited over this hunt. What are you doing to do about that? How will you repay me?” She would keep him, absolutely positively. He would be hers to keep and make use of in whatever way possible. If he didn’t comply?
Hazel eyes studied the God’s fur for a few moments and then his wings, they were pretty decent to say the least, she definitely could make use of them.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 11:45 am
Ghandi broke in to a deep throaty chuckle he lifted his wings and brushed her head with them before settling them back against his back, he tilted his head and grinned a massive grin. "I did tell you I wasn't for hunting lovey." He laughs and settled himself in to a comfortable slouching sit, his ears twitching happily his wings twitching.
"I think, it is quite funny really. Most predators give up after the first kink you know, not much meat on a hard, not much fur, too much energy taken to actually capture them. You, you were determined." He snickers. "The look on your face though." He laughs deep in his chest.
"Owe, hmm, wellllll, I can maybe do you a favour but I'm not sure what I can help you with, I'm a god just like you after all." He lifts a paw and pokes her on the nose. "Also, I know you're not predators, he's my uncle and I'v met the goddess of the hunt sooooooo hint me my lady, what is your domain? Me I'm Ghandi, god of Pacifism, I am very pleased to meet you miss grumpy pants."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 10:09 am
Her lip twitched at the mocking tone in his voice, ears pressed tightly against her head, clearly conveying aggravation and hostility. Wotlich didn’t enjoy being mocked, especially when it due to her acting on instinct. “Wouldn’t it be stranger for a hunter to give up on her prey? To me, you were nothing more than a unique hare who was begging for its life.”
Gnashing her teeth together, Wotlich had to exercise extreme restraint – every fiber told her to just pummel the cheeky God. Of course she wouldn’t have given up on the beautiful lop eared hare, to her it was unique and uniqueness was something she aimed to possess. Was it so hard to understand her point of view on the whole thing? Furrowing brows, Wotlich looked away from the God towards the horizon. Perhaps it would be best to give up on the whole thing, the hunt was looking to be more of a headache anyway.
Starting to stalk away from the God, her ears perked up – A favor. Breaking out into a massive grin, Wotlich’s mind already started to reel. What sort of favor could she ask of him? Turning to look at the God again the poacher smiled. “I am sure you could assist me some time…” Glaring at Ghandi, she wiggled her nose, did he really have to touch her like that?
Hazel eyes focused again on the God as he spoke, this time introducing himself and also questioning who she was. Giving it a moment to register, her brows raised in surprise. “…Your uncle is the God of predators -- Seriously?” How could pacifism and predators be related to one another? She was a descendant of Greed, something that made a bit more sense to her. “What is your father’s domain, skepticism?” She chuckled at her own joke before finally addressing his own question.
“If you must know, I am Wotlich, Goddess of Poaching and daughter of Greed.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 10:41 am
"My uncle says that predators will only go so far before their calories burned are higher than the worth of the food, hares are pretty little, even me, when I'm, a hare." He looked thoughtful his eyes turning to the sky above. "If you really want to run around after a hare I don't mind letting you chase me." He winks at her a cocky smile raising on his lips.
Ghandi smiled broadly, he lifted a paw and booped her on the nose. "My father is Palahala God to Prey. If you want to get really crazy my mother is the goddess of trading." He grinned and let a chuckle roll over his lips.
"Wotlitch." He licked his lips as if tasting her name on his tongue. "Well the chasing makes more sense now, but really honey, you should relax more." He beams, she was really cute in his eyes at this moment, throwing a tantrum, trying to sound all tough. "I'v never met the lady greed my grandfather told me of her once though."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 11:19 am
Wotlich decided she was going to kill him and that would be the end of that -- tolerance and restraint only went so far when she was faced with the embodiment of annoyance. Eye twitching, she almost took a bite out of the God's paw when it touched her face again.
"DO. NOT." Shoving the God harshly, "TOUCH. MY. FACE!!!!" A rapid twitch was developing on the Goddess' face ask she all be spat the words at Ghandi. Her tail flicking back and forth like a firemen' hose on full blast. Wotlich was quite literally seething with annoyance and aggression -- Could she get away with murder? Ignoring the rest of what the God was saying, she peered over his shoulder and away from him. Could she leave? She just wanted to leave.
Peddling backwards away from the strange and extremely emotionally taxing God, Wotlich attempting to find a way out of the conversation. Perhaps a visit with her daughter would calm the Goddess down? He wouldn't stop talking...
"You are right, I should relax more..." Offering an extremely uncomfortable smile, Wotlich finally had her exit strategy in place. "...I will get right on that!" Making a sudden 180, the Goddess all but dashed from the scene, transforming fluidly into her mortal for -- A cheetah.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2017 11:37 am
He couldn't help but find her amusing, she was so highly strung. Compared to someone like himself, she looked like she would explode at any moment. He was going to comment again about her needing to zen a little but when she had her little outburst he raised both of his fore legs and held them up in surrender.
"I surrender" He chuckles. More than that he didn't have a chance to say as she backed up and bolted. He raised both brows, a cheetah. Hmm, he was fairly sure he could keep pace with her in his hare form.
Sitting his butt down he watched her tail as she raced away. It was in this moment he did two things, the first, he decided she was his new friend, the second, he would track her down and make her chill out. It wa s the least he could do.[fin]
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