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 Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 12:20 am
 She moved with a swiftness and a skill like that of a ghost, her pale form almost invisible against the snow. In fact if it were not for the early morning sunshine glinting from her brilliant golden eyes, she would have melted with hr surroundings perfectly. Here under the trees the snow had thinned out, allowing the proud female to move with a swiftness that had so far been denied to her. Instead her hardened paws crunched loosely against the snow, each stride bouncing her forwards.
She was not sure where she was going, instead she had given into her instincts, allowing them to drive her forward.
The skinny little herd she had been following for the past four days had finally lost their tracker when she had taken a well needed rest in the hollow of a large, rotten oak. In fact in those short hours the herd had moved far away, their hoof prints covered by the snow.
A growl rumbled from her throat as she paused in step, shifting sideways to sniff lightly at a nearby tree. It was growing at an odd angle from the ground so that half of its twisted roots had coiled up from the ground like great, brown snakes. She stepped neatly between them, circling the tree until she discovered what it was she was scenting.
Squirrel.
As she looked down at the hardened snow beneath her paws she could see the tiny footprints of the crazy little animals. The fabled creatures did not hibernate as many seemed to believe. In fact these squirrels were just lazy in Tainn's opinion. She could not just fall asleep when food was on low supply. She had to track it for days on end. Already her belly was gnawed with emptiness and cold and her fur which had been perfectly groomed now looked scraggly from days of lying in cold, wet snow. Yet such a thing would not destroy her spirit. She was strong, patient and she was a hunter.
Her instincts had led her down to a valley, its name she did not know, yet here she was sure that the deer would be. In fact, as she altered her course and trotted a few minutes into the trees a faint scent wafted to her on the breeze, followed by the tell-tale signs that a herd had passed this way; for a number of trees had been stripped from bark, their pearly innards revealed to Tainn's hungry eyes. Deer were predators too. Predators of the trees.
With a sudden new burst of energy she knew that once again the hunt had begun! Excitement boiled within her and as she started at a sprint down the slope into the valley she threw back her head and howled. It was her hunting call, her siren to the deer that death awaited in her jaws.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2007 2:31 pm
 Oh, how he longed for spring to once again show its shinning face. Winter was always exciting at first, but now, it was old and boring. A young wolf named Jareth took the landscape for granted, and did not find any beauty in it, only tiredness. He was young, alone, and most importantly hungry. The ebon wolf had entered his leggy teenage years and was as clumsy as a stork, with the largest ears to boot. Jareth had split apart from his cousin and aunt during an argument, but now his growling stomach made him regret leaving. Unable to hunt large prey, he resorted to stalking smaller prey, but could not find the coordination to keep up with them. And now he found himself digging the ice and snow away from the opening of a rabbit’s warren. His attempt was futile, but his angry stomach argued, as so Jareth continued to dig. The thunder of paws and hooves on the snow interrupted his digging, and he popped his messy head up. A wolf, as silver as a bullet, rushed by, following the smell of a distant herd. He salivated at the idea of fresh deer meet, and crouched to observe her run. ((lazt post D; ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 12:13 am
Alive, alive, alive! Her heart thrummed, her blood raced and her body seemed to move faster than ever before. She streaked between the trees with barely a slip, her paws crunching against the snow with an incredilbe sound. Above her the sun peeked out briefly from behind the cloud, spreading its chill rays down upon her. A clump of snow fell from a branch ahead, falling with a dull thud.
The wolfess twisted around it, slowing her feverish run as her face was pelted with the scent of deer. It suffocated her, drowned her, brought her close to going mad. But she had to control the bloodlust that rose within her, if just for a moment.
She slowed to a halt, standing rigid in the snow and surveyed the area. Beyond was a glade, flanked by a trickling stream and bordered by naked trees. At the centre of this was a delightful scent to behold.
The herd.
As her eyes scanned them she noticed that they looked much more tired than they had been when this hunt had begun. The younger ones heads had drooped and their great liquid eyes had fallen closed. They were a small number of only four and none looked to have any injuries. Yet Tainn hoped that her strength would be able to overcome them and as she lowered herself tentatively to her belly she sent a prayer to the moon.
~Please. Give me strength my sister~
Now it was just a waiting game. She needed to pace herself, wait for the herd to split or fall asleep. Work with the wind and the shadows, keep her collar silent. She had to think first and act later or this chance would leap from her jaws and dissapear.
Her hunger growled and she tuned her sharpened mind, completely unaware of those who might be watching.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:05 am
(ahh, sorry for taking so long D: )
She bolted! Jareth popped his head out of the brush he was hiding in, only to see the silver she wolf take off after the thundering herd in the distance. He got up, moved his aching joined, and followed her at a quick trot through the forest. His long, adolescent legs were awkward, and he stumbled many times in the deep snow. He struggled to keep her in sight, and struggled even more to keep quiet. Jareth was oblivious to the hunt. He didn’t know how, no one had taught him. His instincts didn’t prove strong enough for him to learn by himself. And so the young male usually resorted to scavenging, or hunting tiny voles. But he was even bad at tracking those down. Only his pride kept him optimistic.
He saw her silver body stop, and he pause in his chase, his tongue hanging out of her drooling jaws and hot air puffing in front of him. Jareth watched the herd in the distance. They seemed tired- was this what the female was waiting for? He observed, keen to pick up any lessons he might learn in the stalking department.
The silver female shrunk to the ground, and after a while the young male started to become tired of waiting. He approached her slowly, keeping quiet as if not to spook the deer, but of course even that did not go as planned. He stumbled awkwardly from behind her, trying to sturdy himself over the snow but only sinking in it. He gave a small, pathetic whine, his large teenage ears flattened against his skull. Jareth usually didn’t resort to begging, or approaching strangers- he was king of these forests after all! But he supposed today he would make an acception.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 1:10 am
(( s'okay luff~! ))
The wolfess was honed for the kill. Days of tracking and pursuing had brought her to this moment. Everything relied on her own stamina, strength and cunning now. Everything!
She shifted her weight and crawled forwards on her belly, hardly noticing the stranger approaching. She fell still, sunk in the grass and snow onto her stomach and waited again, eyes scouting the area for the best emergence point.
She was doing this when the adolescent appeared and almost instantly she swung her head around, infuriated that someone could have sneaked up on her. However, at the submissive whine and drooping of his ears her expression lightened a little. Get down, before you spook the herd! She hissed to him. Wondering where on earth he had come from. She had never scented him, never caught sight of him. She supposed this is what the hunt did to someone, especially one who was as hungry as herself.
Before her the herd were becoming nervous, pawing at the ground and moving around as if trying to keep an eye on every tree and flower. They sensed something was wrong and the howl from before was a good sign that wolf was close. They bunched together, muttering their fears as they tried their very best not to be snuck up on.
Tainn cursed, Listen. She turned to the stranger. Can you hunt? Introductions could wait until later.
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