damnable Luck

[Constantine]

Being a wolf and all, the deer camp mightn’t have been the best place for Constantine to be, but his golden eyes weren’t shining with their usual mischief. He was just walking, his long stride eating up the ground, the oranges and reds of the fallen leaves passing in a blur as he moved, his muscles rippling under luxurious fur. His proud head was facing into the wind created by his passing, the breeze pushing his ears and fur back against his body, flattening his pelt so that he seemed even thinner than he really was.

Constantine wasn’t far into deer territory – just far enough for it to be mildly odd. He hardly looked like he knew he was trespassing – this was a lie. He had suppressed the mirth in his glance and tucked away his arrogant swagger, setting himself the task of getting as far into deer territory as he could before someone realized he wasn’t supposed to be there. He might have considered pretending to be injured, but that was cheating. This was just one of those stupid little things he did, risking life and limb for a brief rush of danger. It was a wonder he’d made it this far.

The large wolf slid to a halt, shaggy sides heaving. His expression was plain, but on closer examination yielded the clues that anyone could read to reveal he was playing one big game. Blinking in the dappled sunlight and tilting his head skyward to scent the still, cool air, Constantine listened. A warbler sang somewhere to his right, a blackbird’s faint song coming from behind and the rustling of the breeze surrounding him completely. He allowed his tongue to loll out of his mouth, a decidedly docile and dog-like appearance.

[/:~:\Weathered_Wings/:~:\]

A black appy roamed freely through the woods. His young pedistools tredding loudly upon colorful leaves that littered the ground. Rogue's auds perked forward as he faintly heard anothers steps, they sounded hushed and quick. His face lite up with joy as he realized only one animal could make such a noise. The foals small talons picked up thier pace and he pranced off toward the sound, stopping every now and again to ensure he was wandering upon the right direction. Pools of ebon spotted their mark upon the slender canine. The colt bounced forward with all engery and joy one would have thought him to be greeting a relative,
[glow=black,2,300]"HI! My name's Rogue. How are you? What's your name? Where're you from? How old are you?""[/glow]
A large and goofy smile became plastered upon Rogue's face as he bounced around the male wolf.

[Constantine]

Said male wolf obviously wasn’t impressed by the sudden appearance of the colt, coming to a halt and giving the small animal one scathing glance before narrowing his eyes. The placid look left his eyes and suddenly he didn’t look quite so bovine anymore – his ears were flat against his skull, his tail high and his expression plain nasty. He was annoyed by the fact that the little horse had been able sneak up on him – although it looked like that itself had been a mistake on the horse’s part, coming in from downwind. That Constantine hadn’t heard the horse was also a surprise – it looked clumsy on too-long legs. Then again, maybe he just hadn’t been concentrating.

Constantine lowered his tail, whisked his ears back to an upright position and regarded the tiny little animal before speaking, wondering how much sustenance he would get from actually attacking the thing and killing it. He turned, echoing the foal’s erratic movements so as not to let the horse out of his sight or allow himself to be flanked.

“Hello, Rogue,” he drawled, deciding the horse would be at least as worth hunting as a rabbit or hare. “I’m good, thank you for asking, and my name is Constantine.”

He pasted what he hoped was a disarming smile on his features, trying to look harmless and failing miserably because of his size, stance, and countenance.

[/:~:\Weathered_Wings/:~:\]

Upon hearing the wolf's response Rogue stopped his antics and backed a few feet away. His small audits swiviled wildly around his crania as he confusion took his brain. Pools of ebon stared at the canine and his shoulder began to twitch. The colt's head thingyed to the side,
[glow=black,2,300]"Adult wolves aren't supposed to act like that."[/glow]
Rogue finally observed the canine's size.
[glow=black,2,300]"Especially if your in a higher rank."[/glow]
The foal's talon pawed nervously upon the gorund,
[glow=black,2,300]"Only pups are supposed to play."[/glow]
His auds pinned slightly as the swiviling began to stop.
[glow=black,2,300]"And its considered undignified for a grown wolf to...[/glow]
His vocals had now become hushed for the last few lines he had more spoken to himself then to Constantine. Rogue's pupils grew slightly large as he reached a conclusion. It wouldn't have been the first time he would have to flee from a wolf, and probably not the last.