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Post by Azalea on Jul 24, 2006 21:29:08 GMT -5
"This was too easy,"Yellowed teeth dug into the flesh of the limp rabbit, deep punctures in it's side. Whatever held the rabbit, has jaws powerful enough to go straight through it's gut. A drop of blood mixed with another substance fell onto the rabbit's body, sinking into it's bloody fur. It's captor spat out the rabbit, using a pale tongue to lick the blood and such from her muzzle, not all of it from the rabbit. It was a bad day for this wolf, her missing eye infected once more and slowly oozing. Her thin body lowered to the flower covered ground, the smell of disease and blood clinging to the plants around her. Her lips lowered to cover her teeth, lanky body curling beside her meal. Matted fur rippled in clumps as she lunged and wrapped her teeth around her rabbit once more, quickly tearing the poor thing apart. Fachon's one dulled eye looked around at the gorgeous scenery, the faintest smell of wolf drifting her way. She tilted her muzzle the other way, the wind bringing her only the scent of freshness. It was better to save them the nightmares and her the annoyance. She stayed away from packs for a reason: they did nothing but cringe at her apperance. Even the most brutal and over confident wolves wouldn't near her. A grin came over her muzzle for a moment at that thought, before once again diving into her meal. She couldn't remember the last time she had tasted something so good. She would do good here, as long as others avoided her. Her meal was soon finished, stomach left with enough amount of meal to let the rest of her body move freely. She lifted her dark body, her good eye blinking a few times and whiskers twitching. Fachon let her paws wander to the small stream she saw a moment ago in passing. She lowered her head to it, loudly taking a drink and then settling herself beside it. An eye wandered for a moment before closing, tiny body stretched out and relaxed at last. 'Much too easy.'||yay for reusing posts. ||
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Jul 27, 2006 11:09:21 GMT -5
A hunched figure padded in mute stealth on the skirt of a tree's shadow. As it cruised in and out of the dark, the mottled, tricolored pelt on hits body stood out, but not as much as the body itself. It had a broad chest and sharply sloping shoulder that trailed downward to the bushy tail that the figure held above the ground. Its face was large and rough- white a long snout and short ears that stood erect. One's first impression was not of a handsome creature, more of a powerful one. Perfect.... It snarled within its mental capacity. And with that, it broke through its place of concealment, and the sun beamed down on a bulky male wolf with his jaws parted. "Greetings, hunter." His voice was rocky and slightly menacing. "You are alone. Where's your pack?" He interrogated the she wolf while slowly circling, like a vulture. While his air was a slightly malignant one, his tone was more inquisitive and calculating. He didn't plan on ripping up this wolf.
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Post by Azalea on Jul 30, 2006 16:48:18 GMT -5
Ears twitched at the abrupt and absolute silence, black nostrils widening to take in the musky scent of male wolf. She heard no pawfalls, but there was no doubting of another wolf in her presence. Her single eye slitted open lazily, the expression on her face dull and uninterested. Fachon tilted her head slightly to face him as he turned his first circle, but then she defiantly crossed her front paws and rested her head on her outstretched legs. The words were long gone on the wind, and still she did not reply, most obviously studying the wolf to see if it was worth her time. Another trickle over blood came from the socket, dripping down her cheek with an eriee slowness. Though he wasn't worth her time, she decided to bother to reply. She might as well make a lasting impression on the wolves she was to meet during her time living here, no matter how few. She only grin mockingly at his voice, an undertone of threat beneath the calloused sounds. "They're dead, I ate them," she replied smoothly, though not coldly. She closed her eye again, but it was with just as much slowness as when she opened it. Her grin still showed on her mouth, black and yellow alike showing all their glory.
Why was this wolf even bothering with her, any supposedly smart wolf would name her a disease and leave this area as soon as he could. In complete desperation, only then I am needed, she thought with a grim smugness, giving her tail a lazy twitch.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 2, 2006 15:44:19 GMT -5
"In that case, you are worth more than I ever could have dreamed." A backlight seemed to flicker behind the wolf's eyes. He stared down the she-wolf. A stony expression slapped on his maw. "It would appear that you are in no position to refuse my proposal. For my proposal is a great one. One that will present you with more power and devotion than you would ever receive otherwise." His voice was impregnated with persuasion, his eyes roaming freely over the dormant wolf, sizing her up. His broad shoulders hunched even with the tips of his thick ears. His matted tail switched across the backs of his legs as the grass claws at his paws. You won't refuse me, pretty." He waited for an immediate rejection, in order to determine his next string of words. Black lip twitching, he moved to stand directly in front of the she-wolf.
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Post by Azalea on Aug 2, 2006 16:06:01 GMT -5
Fachon looked up to him with an expression that very much expressed the words, 'Go to someone who cares'. Her single eye looked away from him in a very bored fashion. Ears twitched at his words, and she imitated the face of an eager and gullible youngster, the young sounding words coming from her mouth really not suitable, "Oh of course I will join you! Just let me rip out my other eye!" Expression retreated back to a sour looking face as she looked up to the unnamed beast, who had paused in step to stand infront of her. Before he could speak, she rose and started to trot away, kicking the last few bones of her meal up in a graceful arc to land at his feet. Just as her expression said eariler, she spoke the words,
"Go to someone who cares."
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 2, 2006 16:26:24 GMT -5
"Why? I know you care, whether or not you will admit it." All amiable salesmanship was gone from his face. His feature were set and as hard as rock. "You are an outcast without a pack, I am forming a pack of outcasts." His voice was low and thin and blunt. He toyed with one of the bones, keeping his buttery eyes on the she-wolf. His claws clicked against the flesh-flecked bone. "With a very worth cause" He added, with a hint of malice.
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Post by Azalea on Aug 2, 2006 18:02:45 GMT -5
Fachon wasn't about to be sold to easily, but it was only daft to not look at the items being sold. The matted furs stayed smooth and her apperance was calm. She refused to be threatened by this wolf, and if anything be the threatener. She slyly looked over her shoulder, the eye socket facing him. Pus and blood alike continued to trickle, a drop of the mixture falling on the ground.
"You mistake me. I am no outcast. I leave and arrive at my own free will, no one holds me back or pushes me forward. No one wants to anger the Plague," she replied smoothly, using the nickname she was often christened within other pac's territories.
But it was so ever true, wolves were terrified. The name Fachon was now seen as a curse in some packs, the rumors that trailed behind her and dashed ahead when she met a new pack told the tales of the Plague visiting packs and cursing their young if she became angry. Fachon turned herself around to face him, the smell of disease on her breath as she neared him speaking, "But there are some that dare near me, such as yourself. They, too, come with very tempting pack offers. But they are brutally rejected and sent the plague upon them and their family," a raspy chuckle escaped her, and the two wolves were now basically muzzle to muzzle.
Her grey eye burned with pain, mocking and intensity as she focused it on the beast before her, "What makes you any different than the rest? What do you think you can offer to me that I cannot resist?
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 4, 2006 14:19:55 GMT -5
The mottled wolf's eyes hovered like two melting moon's on his shaggy face. He met the she-wolf's one eyed gaze with a stillness of his features. His mind skipped with glee. This picture of discrimination and hatred could slam open many doors for the male wolf. Many doors. A sly grin cracked over his maw. "I want to anger the Plague." He defied, walking slowly around her. "I want to see you in your most illustrious state, for I can see that you are filled to the brim with malice. Lovely, channeling -worthy malice. You have this greatness, you have uniqueness. But you don't know what to do. All you know, is scorn, scorn and prejudice." He paused, eyes glowing in the daylight. "I can offer you respect and power. The opportunity for vengeance." His ears were stationary, the only moving aspect of the large male wolf was his eyes. They flitted and narrowed into the gaze of the she-wolf.
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Post by Azalea on Aug 4, 2006 15:29:17 GMT -5
Fachon listened to him, settling down on her haunches and slouching dramatically after the first spin. Her wide grin showed as the unnamed wolf attempted to pick at her weaknesses, his words tempting everything that a wolf like her would ever want. But she wasn't exposed to scorn often, but silent predjudice was common. She had to admit, he was doing well. Any wolf would start to break into his wills, but Fachon had these offers repeated over, and over again. It made you lose heart in them quickly. She took in the different possibilties, the extent of what he was offering to her. Alright, so she gained something, but what did he get? He only knew that she looked menacing, but he couldn't be certain of anything she could or couldn't do.
He was now stopped his pace, eyes focusing in the depths of her one grey eye and the shallow bottom of her eye socket. "Continue," was all she said, yellowed teeth settled in a smug grin as she waited for the beast before her to continue.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 4, 2006 18:25:07 GMT -5
The stony wolf switched gears. "You can relate quite a lot through your eyes, you know. They say that one's eye only becomes tangible in its death. Power is the same way, you know, but in a much more fruitful tone. Power is tangible only when you have it." His eyes burned with his own thoughts crackling beneath. The she-wolf was on the ground but the male with the thick coat stood on his paws still. A cloud slowly crawled over the sun, masking its fearsome glower. A patch of shade draped itself over the pair as a result. "You join me, and you'll never have to worry about the ignorance of others again. You will do something about it. You will restrain your burning brain no more. Your itching claws. Because I know they itch. I've been in your position before, yes. Patience always wears thin, in everyone, everywhere. Best to catch it before it puts you in an untimely position" His feather-duster tail brushed the ground as he took up his circling again.
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Post by Azalea on Aug 4, 2006 18:50:54 GMT -5
"You're starting to bore me," Fachon told, letting her front legs crumple beneath her as well and head rest on the ground lazily. "I don't worry about others ignorance, I'd feel sortof like a rip off if everyone knew what it felt like when you're own eye was torn out. I already do something about it. When I visit packs, I get most of the adult's portions. My brain doesn't burn... My claws don't itch My paitence is thinning. One out of five. I congratulate you."
She smiled sweetly when he passed her head, smile still on her lips as she continued to speak,
"You really are trying very hard. And though I may sound disagreeable, you have me on edge to join you in this all-powerful group. But answer my questions. What do you gain when I join your pack? And do you already have this endless power you speak of? Because I'm pretty sure if I had the current control you had, I would not be offering it to some one eyed wolf ready to drop off any second."
Her smile was gone now, eyes on him as he circled around her.
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Post by BuckskinSoul on Aug 5, 2006 21:09:01 GMT -5
The wolf's voice was as chill as the autumn winds that breathed at night "What do I gain? Numbers. Claws. Teeth. Drop off any second? I don't think so. Don't kid yourself. Don't cheat yourself." The wolf's massive paws pressed against the sinewed earth as he strode about. His rejoinder had been spat, rather than spoken. His black claws poked out each time a paw met with the earth. "I will leave you with a name and a place." He turned his shaggy head, mud-caked nose pointing the way. "My name is Aroh. You can find me at the Mist Tree." He gave away his location freely. Turning, he flipped his thick ears forward, done with his pitch. He had bigger fish to fry. "I'll see you again soon. If you don't want to die like the rest of those sniveling cowards." His lip curled menacingly, though Aroh's back was to the she-wolf. It was an automatic reaction. A curved tooth glimmered briefly before being hidden once more. Aroh padded farther away with each stride, a diminishing figure moving east.
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Post by Azalea on Aug 6, 2006 21:32:37 GMT -5
The hairs on the back of her neck would've been standing on end if they were so matted down with mud and numerous other things. Her long grown claws dug into the earth, her single eye focused on him with a certain fascination, like a killer coldly looking down wolf that took away their meal. Unevened length whiskers twitch as he continued, informing her his name and area. Muzzle wrinkled as her lip was pulled back to reveal destroyed teeth, what was showing not a snarl rather a threatening grin. She watched him leave, brows knotted together and eye cold. "Aroh..." Her mind repeated, a soft ghost of what his voice really was. She quickly skimmed over the conversation, the gains and advantages she would recieve if she joined this Aroh and his bloody thirsty pack. Dry nose took in a deep breath, able to pick up the scent of mice nearby. After her meal, this dessert would be a pleasent snack...and perhaps more time to delay going to Aroh's home. There wasn't a shadow of a doubt that she would end up there. She was stubborn, but not to the point of stupidity. Even with one eye, she could see all that she could gain. A chance to channel everything she wished to do to other wolves at whatever the pack wanted destroyed.
Stick thin body rose, gliding off to the depths of the forest the Rain River swirled past, the name being true to it's word as a large cloud started to slither over from the horses' land. As a few pathetic drops begain to fall, Fachon was gouging on her tiny meal of a few mice, thoughts as wild as the breeze stirring up.
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Post by ~Stallion of Power~ on Aug 21, 2006 10:18:12 GMT -5
Clip xlop of hoof to obsidian was heard, the large ebony bronc. Moved slowly through the ever grey area. The smell of flesh still ripe in the air. That of a rodent or small beast possibly a rabbit. A slow trot was paced throught the encalsed area the swooshing and he trickles of river and rain were quiete loud. The two dark forms of Wolves apeared as the rain ceased in a gradual form 'e moved sloer to the wolves, 'e was correct a rabbit lay limp and lifeless stomach ripped, and insides devoured.
'e glared down on the, hounds. 'e was taller than most equines, so most of other species found 'im a threat or stronger.
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Post by Azalea on Aug 30, 2006 16:17:26 GMT -5
||The other wolf has left Just Fachon there now.|| Senstive ears perked, breath was held as she listened to the steady thuds of a large animal. It was faint beneath the sounds of the water, but no matter. The she wolf thought quickly, realizing probably about five paces before the beast arrived that it was a horse. Nothing else would enter so boldly in the presence of a wolf unless it could overpower them. Her single socket trailed in the direction of where the massive black horse was appearing, his eyes shifting first to her meal of a rabbit and then to her. Blood was a thin icing on her dark muzzle, face deadly serious for a moment before cracking into an amused grin. It seemed like no one here feared her scent of disease, or felt on edge of her hidious apperance. Was she to lose her respect from others for the gain of acceptance into the normal life of a wolf? That was a troubling thought, but she hastily set it aside and looked to the threat before her. She looked up to the big brute's eyes, and rather than showing fear of his masssiveness of even suspision of his apperance, she just wore a grin. What was left of her broken teeth parted to reply, her voice raspy and cackling, "Greetings horse. What brings you to share company with such a humble presence."Fachon was anything but humble looking though, lazily sitting with her tail flicking noiselessly. Her empty socket and eye alike looked to horse, neither looking very welcoming.
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