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Post by toboe on Jul 1, 2008 22:47:27 GMT -5
L let out a growl as he lunged at a wounded doe.His teeth easily sliced through the doe's ankle, making it even harder for the poor deer to move. His strangly colored fur began to drip her blood on his chest. The deer bellowed in fear and pain as L lunged towards her face.
"May your life afterwards of your death be full of happieness." He whispered his prayer for her. Then he lunged at her throught, killing her with his dagger like teeth.
He dragged her towards the spot of his home, a large, partialy hollowed rock beside the lake, and began to tear at her as if he hadn't eaten in days.
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Post by Athena on Jul 2, 2008 0:54:39 GMT -5
Mask sniffed the air, her ears twitching forward as she smelled the faint, but all-too-close, scent of blood. It immediatly sent her nerves on-end, tingling and pumping her blood. It rushed through her ears, pouding out a rapid beat even as she tried to squelch the feeling. Her hackles rose, out of instinct and 'training'.
The dark faced wolf - totally grey in her face, the rest of her more normally marked - was young. Not pup any longer, but not yet fully grown. Somewhere between the two.
A growl rose in the back of her throat, teeth flashing in the muted light as she howled loudly, angrily - lusting for blood and the thrill of the fight trained into her from birth. Win or die - that was the rule she'd grown up with.
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Post by toboe on Jul 2, 2008 21:38:55 GMT -5
L looked around wearily, his black and purple ears twitched when he scented the smell of another canine. His blue eyes darted about in frustrasion as he felt blood trickle from his gapped mouth onto his freshly fallen snow colored fur.
L let out a low, warning growl, deep and rumbling that echoed into the forest and across the lake where he had been calling home since he was a small pup. His long, fluffy tail started to becoem larger as he rose his hackles and raised his fur, trying to fend his territiory like he had been doing since he had been abandoned. This lone wolf was gentle, but ready to fight for what he belived in and what washis.
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Post by Athena on Jul 2, 2008 22:44:46 GMT -5
Mask watched, even as she padded forward, the male's rise. He wasn't very large - larger than her, however - but he seemed to be powerful.
Or at least he thought he was - the air he gave off screamed 'younger brother', but maybe that was just her. He wouldn't stand a chance against her, or so the she-wolf thought. He hadn't even snarled yet - no growls, no snapping, no intimidation. He wasn't mean enough to fight properly, she decided.
The rules of the wild, however, are vastly different than the rules of the pens. |
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Post by toboe on Jul 2, 2008 22:48:43 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, I'm not used to others around these parts. I haven't seen another of my kind in three years." He whimpered in an apology.
He smelled like that lake, and no other canines. Only where he lived, what he ate, and what he drank, was his scent. His sad blue eyes stared at her in a fragile state of mind.
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Post by Athena on Jul 2, 2008 23:10:32 GMT -5
Mask snorted in derivance.
"You do not deserved to be a wolf!", she sneered, hackles rising, eyes narrowing as she saw him wimpering and shrinking down. The blood of the killed deer had spurred her senses and agression into overdrive.
She was suprised he'd even been able to take down a deer - with a weak backbone and little agression when faced with a threat, it seemed far-fetched that he'd even been able to catch a rabbit.
It seemed his size was not everything. |
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Post by toboe on Jul 2, 2008 23:14:30 GMT -5
"I'm not a full wolf. I never have been. I'm a Shiloh and a wolf. Shiloh is what makes me bigger than you, but I am no more than a stray dog." He grpwled back as he showed his long, sharp fangs. He was very un dog like, any way you look at him tough.
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Post by Athena on Jul 2, 2008 23:22:28 GMT -5
"Yes, I can tell that, mutt.", she sneered, tail flicking with patient, annoying, superiority.
A mutt, and such a weak one. His size would give him the upperhand in strength, but she'd killed others larger than herself before.
The murderer she-wolf paused, eyeing the male's body. His size would be an advantage for her pups...perhaps she would keep him alive, as a mate? |
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Post by toboe on Jul 2, 2008 23:27:29 GMT -5
"Would you like to share this conversation over the doe, she would be eaten by the crows if I don't finsih her, and I can't possibly finish her all by myself." His barked. His long, yet handsome claws scraped teh doe's side as if he was asking her to help him finish his meal, fore he no longer wanted to be alone.
It had been to many years, alone, with no one to care for him. Three years with no companions to comfort him and help him hunt. His old freind Jax tought him how to hunt and a few days later they had been attaked by a bear. L lived, yet Jax died.
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Post by Athena on Jul 2, 2008 23:44:11 GMT -5
Mask was suspicious of this wolves' sudden 180 in personality. From whipped and wimpering to defiant and defensive, and then now to sharing and helpful.
She was confused, and disgusted. No backbone at all! Of course, who was she to pass up a free meal...?
A stiff nod was her respondance to the male. |
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Post by toboe on Jul 3, 2008 21:40:25 GMT -5
"I'm glad, I haven't shared a meal with anone in three years." He barked, then layed down. His birght blue eyes closed as he clamped down on a peice of the doe's neck, he tuged and the flesh came off very easily.
His jaws easily scarfed the pecies of meat down, making a loud swallowing sound. He eventualy glanced up towards the she-wolf.
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Post by Athena on Jul 5, 2008 17:36:49 GMT -5
Silly, stupid wolf. She'd thought she could overcome the instincts beaten into her at a young age. To kill, to attack, at the smell of blood. She'd been doing a good job of it, too - not attacking L on sight.
As it turned out, she couldn't overcome those instincts completely.
An enraged, mindless snarl was all the warning the poor male wolf had, before Mask - snarling, howling, roaring - leapt towards him, teeth flashing, claws and paws outreaching towards the other wolf. |
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Post by toboe on Jul 6, 2008 20:40:35 GMT -5
L's ears instently shot back as he shot a growl at her, only to block her halfway, avoiding any injury, but still knocked to teh ground, bringing the she-wolf with him. He landed with a light thump and instently shot up on his paws, ready for her next move, though he would never attack her.
He began to snarl with his large fangs, easily meeting her's, if not exceeding in sharpness and length by three inches. His eyes began to tighten as he began to get ready for her next attack.
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