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 Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 10:06 am
Because of the vast amount of wolves in this part of the coast, most large predators keep away in order to save the stress of competition. But with the salmon starting to spawn up river- a couple of braver [and tougher!] predators have started to migrate down, looking for tasty fish.
Most of the pack by now has heard about the migrations-- but no one has really investigated to see if the other animals have some intention of staying.
Open to anyone: Investigate the other predators! D8 (And eat some yummy fish?~)
[ To start it off, a white lynx will be about~ Mufu. But anyone with predator familiars are welcomed to throw them in! <3 ]
Location: The River
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 9:33 pm
The fish swimming below the river’s surface danced in small silver patterns which played across the cool female’s pale blue eyes. They were sharp and clear like ice- not the eyes of a wolf, but the stiff eyes of a feline. Slivered pupils flexed against her vision, and slowly she walked to the side, her body pacing in stiff movements as she considered the fish below her. There were many of them, but only one she needed. And she would be quick about it, and cunning.
Odette knew better then to stress more energy then was necessary. One strike, one perfect strike- and it would be done. Her eyes narrowed further, as though in a trance, and the end of the cat’s nubbed tail swayed slowly back and forth in anticipation.
Scents in the woods clouded her mind- but, she did not worry about them. What would it matter to her, anyways?
It’d take one hell of an animal to dare cross her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 6:56 am
Duvall was patient while waiting for the water to come, salty air coaxing and churning his belly that screamed for food. Morsels would do at this point, the woods not yet mapped out by the bear and so anything alive and worth eating never in sight. Blue eyes began their search at once when the water's color emerged from the green, and without little hesitation, he was hauling a** towards it, moving through the landscape and out into the open, though he didn't stop. Legs kept their shifting pattern, head held low and ready for the impact. Then, all at once, a splash signaled his entry, and immediately the salmon began a dash to and fro, away from the interruption. They had little ways to go, but scattered nonetheless. Duvall watched, the sight of fresh, live fish bringing saliva to his lips.
The feline's scent wasn't lost to the bear, but tucked away for the time being. He was far off from her as it was, and feared her little. This land could prove worthy of his staying--that it could.
[D8 Suckish, but yesyes.]
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:41 am
A tingle rolled down the lynx’s neck, and she turned her attention away from the fish to observe her surroundings. Nothing around her- but approaching, there was the sound of faint stomping and blatant disregard for silence. The tingle turned into a prickle, as she puffed herself up to appear larger, and took a few cautious steps to the side of the bank just as a large bear came through the brush.
The bear seemed to pause for a moment to get wind of something, before moving right on down into the cold river. The audacity of it was almost intolerable, and she had to hold her tongue for a moment to register what his intentions were. It was shameful she even tried- the answer was obvious. He was already focused on the shimmering bodies of bright fish. They were nervous about his presense, but in their blind desire they kept pressing forwards, even going as far to swim underneath the cream colored bear’s mass.
A low hiss curdled out of Odette’s throat. “Ssskk– looks what yous are doings to my fiskes!” She cut, a heavy accent strangling her speech. “Brutish bearz- no knowledge of how to do thingsk.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 9:55 am
Chats. The word rang a common bell in his head, silvery eyes moving towards the shore and stopping as the white form that stood out against the neutral blend. Duvall was interested now in two things: Food and this feline, her thick accent now audible once the splashing subsided. The lisping and sharp cuts of her "S"s was familiar, however he couldn't put a dime on the name. His maw stayed shut for a moment, ears turned her way, eyes lingering on her form, before finally slacking his jaws and pushing out his own language. 'Dun tell me theese are j'our feesh.' Left foot moved wearily onto the next rock, even more slippery then the first, however thick black pads caught onto it and gripped instantly. 'I dun see j'our name on theese morsels.' Saliva moved down the corners of his lips and dunked into the now calmed waters. A school of fish scattered, then regrouped. There wasn't much room to wander off. A few began to jump once again now, flinging into the air then falling back in; Duvall took this opportunity, thrusting his attention off the feline and towards the water. The fatter salmon kept to the waters, while the slender, more agile ones spit towards the sky. One, much more comfortable with Duvalls presence then the others, leapt right before his muzzle, a sorry move to the bear as his jaws widened, shot out and snapped shut.
It squirmed, caught by the very last section of it's tail, but couldn't waggle free and after being lifted from the water, thrown to the bank and pressed upon by a large, clawed paw--died. Duvall, proud of his antics peered up to the feline once again, a low rumble coming from his throat. 'See, not j'our feesh anymore.' His stout muzzle lowered towards the salmon, opening, then closing around the stomach area, then guzzling it down, the warm, salty taste teasing his appetite. 'Ah, J'adore le poisson...'
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 5:41 pm
The lynx snorted, and prickled her whiskers forwards. “Az- if they had been on sma foodz, you would have choked upon them.” The female drawled in her sharp accent, and she strolled off to the side, and began to dip her paw in the water. She knew better then to start much trouble with a bear. He could perhaps as simply dispatch with her as fast as she could dispatch with one of these salmon.
“Your azcent- Isk can’t say it iz very good, silly bearz. Have you no care for your speech?” She half lisped, her voice harsh.
"Arz you comings to eat all my foodz, silly bearz? Just like the woofz?" Bah, silly wolves!
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 7:05 pm
'Pff' came a sharp response as Duvall listened to the feline chat away. She was probably right, whatever she had said. His broad shoulders drew up against the sides of his head, then fell once again, a light shrug of sorts before he looked to the water. He was still hungry.
Moving his weight, he began a short walk to the water's edge and paused, bringing one paw into the liquid and waiting. Soon, the fish would come to him, and all he would have to do is snatch it up. 'I dun care for my accent.' his voice slurred, eyes darting to the female. 'And neither should yew.' licking his lips, he eyed her for half a second more, hearing her last comment, before targeting a fish and killing it off instantly.
Pressing another heavy paw onto this prey, he chuckled. 'Does theese answer j'our queestion?' another one down the gullet.
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