The pieces are only as good as the whole

Axelle Napier · 10-05-2011, 09:13 PM

[html]No table :/ I’m at school. =]

The ground gradually became harder as they both approached the city of Halifax. Grass turned into concrete with grass and weeds grown over it. Axelle hadn’t been to this part of Souls in a while, and needed some equipment. She required some new ammo for her crossbow, and was curious to see if she could find some metal arrows. Metal arrows would be an awesome addition to her already awesome crossbow, and they would also be a lot better than the dinky, wood arrows she had now.

The weather was crisp, and about right. The sky was blue, and the leaves off the trees around the concrete town were starting to fall off, leaving their little scars on their precious branches. It was actually a tad cold out, and Axelle was thankful she had fur. It was a little past the afternoon and the birds were busily chirping away. They were making their nests nice and strong for the upcoming winter, knowing that winters got pretty harsh in Souls’ lands.

She had brought Itzal with her today, and she walked in front of him. She had a small sense of where she was going this time, instead of walking around aimlessly like last time. And she wouldn’t be confronted by any 'bandersnatches'now either, thanks to having Itzal by her side. They walked on the cracked street for a few minutes before she recognized the store. ”Come on, it’s this way.” She lead the way since the whole trip was her idea, but she didn’t doubt that he could find something of interest there too.

She approached the store, the door’s glass now smashed in due to whatever reasons. She pushed the door open; the glass cracked underneath its weight, and she stepped over the pile of it on the floor. She assumed Itzal heard, so she didn’t say anything to him when she entered inside. It was like a candy store to her. Axelle stood in the middle of the store looking around with an excited twinkle in her eyes.

WC: 340

Points: 3[/html]

Itzal · 10-05-2011, 09:46 PM

[html]

Wc: 360. And that is fine, :]. WC:10000+

My kiss on your lips

He watched Axelle from behind, walking behind her a few feet. He had agreed to come with her too the weapon store again, hoping to find something for himself. And since he and Axelle had found out they were both in Anathema, they had been spending more time together. He had been happy to come with her.He could be used as protection and company. He chuckled at the thought. They were quiet for the most part, not really talking. Thoughts of the weapons store brought back memories of the last time. The snap of the crossbow being fired. That seemed like so long ago, he wasn't sure if it really mattered.

The weather was changing, and he liked it. He much preferred the cold weather over the heat since he didn't get cold really. He was pretty resistant to the cold, unless it was storming or below freezing. He figured he would be sleeping in Secui form now, or he would have to get furs from somewhere for his den. He wondered where he would get those. Maybe he would have to find someone who could skin animals for him.

He followed Axelle, as she seemed to know where she was going better then he did. He hadn't been to Halifax in a long time, so he trusted her direction better than his. And that seemed like a smart decision when she lead him over to the weapon stores. It seemed to be in worse condition than the last time they were there. He stepped over the glass as he followed Axelle in. Itzal looked around, even happier he had come this time as he saw some good weapons still intact. He moved past Axelle to the knives, looking around before spotting a sultan's blade. He moved to it. It was in a air tight case, protected from the harsh outside. He was amazed it was still sealed and intact.

He looked back at Axelle, to see if she was looking at anything, then looked back at the sultan's knife, wondering if he should take it. He looked around for anything else, hoping he could benefit from this trip.

[/html]

Axelle Napier · 10-11-2011, 03:24 AM

[html]

LOVEE your table Smile

WC: 434

Points: 3

Itzal wasted no time in looking around. He seemed to have found something of interest right away, but Axelle was so damn picky. She had something set in her mind, and she wanted to find something exactly like it, or pretty close. Her eye caught the cross bow section toward the back of the store, and she walked into the back room. It was darker, but she didn’t mind. There had been all types of weapons there at some point. Handheld weapons. Now there were just rickety, chewy crossbows- the ones that didn’t survive too well during all the years of being locked up here. Axelle continued to poke around at things, and finally, she found arrows. They weren’t metal like she had hoped, but she could use the stronger wooded ones anyhow. Maybe she would get a crafter to make her some of the ones she had expected to find.

She helped herself to the stock that the store had left. She left the ones that seemed to be rotting away and took the good ones. She loaded them nicely into the arrow-carrier she had worn on her back. Then she took the crossbow from her back, and loaded a few arrows into it. The most it could have was three, so she filled it with two, and aimed it out the broken window. There was a rat scampering up one of the trees, and she pulled the trigger. The sound of the machine echoed through the store. One of the shots was a clear one, the other arrow stuck into the tree. The rat dropped to the ground, arrow and all, laying there in a pool of its own warm blood.

Axelle peered out the window to admire her shot. She was getting pretty damn good at it, and she wasn’t even training with professionals yet. Then she swung the crossbow back on her back and rejoined Itzal. ”I took you to the right place then.” She admired his choice of weapons as she looked down at what he had taken interest in. She had enough hunting knives in her den that she didn’t even use yet.

Axelle looked back out of the broken store front to peer at the animal she had just killed. She would have to bury the creature later because she wasn’t about to eat it, and she wasn’t about to let Itzal eat it either. Her eyes were caught by the blood spill on the cold, hard stone. Suddenly, her blood pressure rose and her mouth watered. She wanted to kill something. Hunting was in order for later.

Act speaks thinks/emphasizes

Itzal · 10-20-2011, 07:23 PM

[html]

Hey, sorry for the wait, my computer is crashed. But I manged to get on my mom's for a bit and post. Oh and thanks, I love yours too, it is cool.

Itzal looked around for Axelle, not sure where she had gone. He shrugged and looked back at the sultan's knife, wanting it. He decided he could come back to it, and started to move through the store, looking around. The store had very little inventory since the last time they had been there. He heard Axelle in a back room. So that explained where she had gone. He scanned the store again, finding some rusty blades that didn't interest him, and even a rusty medevial mace that seemed like it had been more for show then actual sale. Itzal wasn't interested in it, so he moved on without looking back at it. He found himself back at the sultan's knife and smiled. That was it then, that was what he was getting. He picked up a piece of broken tile at his feet and used it to smash the glass case the knife was in.

He grinned as he reached in and grabbed the knife, feeling how it fit into his hand. He moved his arm around a little, getting a feel for the weird grip before slicing the air with it. He could learn to use this, and it would be very deadly. It was meant for cutting, as well as stabbing. And the weird curved handle gave it the ability to be more manuverabe with however you wanted to use it. He smiled, and hooked it on his jeans. He glanced down and grabbed some throwing knives that had been on display next to it. These were heavier than the other ones he had, and it would give him some variety. He nodded as he put them into his pouch.

Then Itzal growled, his head snapping around as he heard the snap of Axelle's crossbow. He was relieved this time when an arrow didn't go speeding by his head. He relaxed and looked at Axelle as she came back to join him. He smiled at her Find what you were looking for? He asked, looking at the crossbow on her back. Then Itzal noticed the smell of blood and glanced at what the crossbow firing had actually been aiming at. It was only a little rat that had been killed. But the sight of it made Itzal hungry, not for food, but just the joy of killing. He licked his lips and Eztli laughed You know what you want. It is part of who you are, hunter, murderer, predator. But little game like that is nothing for you, you know the only thing you truly love is the thrill of hunting a hunter. He tried to drown out the rant, but part of it struck home. He would have to hunt something bigger soon, maybe not another wolf or coyote. Maybe he could find a bear or mountain lion somewhere. Those would surfice for a little while. But he would have to do that hunting alone, when he was safe.

Axelle Napier · 10-30-2011, 07:18 AM

[html]

Sorry for the wait!

WC: 365

Points: 3

”Yup.” She came towards him to see what he took interest in. Knowing Itzal, it was some type of knife, but it was cool looking. Axelle smiled, and touched his chest. ”Let’s go use it.” Her hand glided over his chest muscles before dropping to her side again. She looked at him with a seductive look before turning away to walk out the door. She had what she needed in her bag and she was ready to go. She took another long step to avoid the broken glass in the doorway, and was outside looking at her good shot in no time. ”I just gotta do something before we go.”

Axelle dropped her bag and her crossbow by the storefront, and went over toward the rat that she killed. She broke the arrow in two, and pulled the half that was through the rat’s body, out. Even though, she didn’t follow any certain religion, she had great respect for the dead and would always bury an animal that she killed and did not eat, which was rare. She hated to waste food, but she wouldn’t eat a creature so low and dirty like a rat. Suppose when times are tough, she would though.

After taking the arrow out of the small creature, she shifted down into her Secui form. Muscles and brawniness, but with small paw-fingers. Good for digging. She picked the vile animal up with her mouth, gently, and went over to a patch of dirt in the cracked concrete. Maybe it was a park at one point, but it didn’t look like one now. She dropped the small body next to a spot she thought was good. Then she called back to Itzal, assuming he followed her out of the store, ”Can you carry my bag and crossbow? I need to bury this, and then we can go on our way.” She didn’t want help with the digging because she felt that since she killed it, she should be the one to bury it. So, she started digging. The ground was cold, and the dirt was a lot more harder than it had been. This might take a little longer than she expected.

Act speaks thinks/emphasizes

Itzal · 11-13-2011, 11:50 AM

[html]

OOC sup bitches? / +yo numbah!

Itzal was busy admiring the knives when Axelle approached him. He glanced up at her with a grin, which grew wider when her hand landed on his chest. Good Idea. He felt her hand slide down through his fur and smiled as he ment her eyes and saw the look she gave him. He turned and followed her, stepping over the broken glass and out into the open air. He felt a kind of sense of deja vu , from last time they were here. He looked at the rat again, that same sense of wanting to kill rising again. He looked away, smirking at the feeling, it was such a bother. He had looked at Axelle, watching her as she approached the rat. He was amazed as he watched her start to take the arrow out and start to take care of the rat.

Itzal watched Axelle shift to Secui form, She was bigger, just liked everyone else was in Secui form, but she seemed gentle when she picked up the rat and dropped it. He followed her, keeping some distance so she could do as she wished. He nodded when she asked him to get her stuff and he went and got it, then moved back towards her. It's fine, do what you have too. He understood why she wanted to bury the creature. He waited, pulling out his knife, admiring it. He spun it on his finger, watching Axelle as she tried to dig into the hard dirt. He thought about helping her, but he felt like it wasn't his place. Axelle would ask for help if she wanted it.

He looked around at all of the building, crumbling under the ruins of time. He shook his head at the thought. Humans had ben killed by time, and Luperci had been made by time. Would time kill them too? He had to wonder how long they had, before the world wiped them out. He laughed as he thought that only time would tell.

Axelle Napier · 11-14-2011, 02:34 AM

[html]

Smile

WC: 432

Points: 3

Her finger-like paws dug into the hard dirt. She was progressing, but slowly. She threw the dirt into a nice pile between her back legs as she continued to dig the grave. She sensed Itzal some ways behind her, and she listened in on him. There was really nothing else to pay attention to, aside from her digging. He was quiet, probably watching her, but she didn’t get that feeling of being watched. She decided to tune out from him, and give the grave a few last digs.

When Axelle finished, it was shallow, but it would have to do. The creature was small, so it didn’t need to be so deep. If another creature wanted to dig it up and eat it that was out of her paws. At least she buried it first. She picked the lesser creature up in her jowls, and gently dropped it into the hole. Then she switched positions- now she faced Itzal and the small grave was between her back legs. She put more of her balance on those since she would be using her front paws to throw the dirt back. Her muscles, what ones she had, rippled in her back legs. The ones in her arms, which were probably of a greater muscle mass thanks to her training, rippled also. ”Hi,” she was staring up at Itzal, smiling. After that she began digging backwards, throwing the earth on top of the lyard rat.

In no time, the rodent was covered and Axelle walked over the pile, pushing it down in some places to pack it down tight. She was panting a bit, but that didn’t slow her down. Her multi-colored eyes looked up at Itzal, ”Ready to go?” She stepped into the straps of her crossbow so that she would still be able to carry it even in Secui form. It looked funny on her arched back, but she didn’t want Itzal to carry everything. ”Do you mind carrying my bag?” She wanted to hunt in Secui form this time, despite just acquiring new weapons. She was her own weapon; the only weapon that she would ever need.

After she was situated in the weird strap of her human weapon, she walked around in a circle testing out how odd it would feel. The weapon-backpack wasn’t as bad, but it did feel strange on her wolfy shoulders. She looked up at him, ”You lead the way this time.” She put out a paw as to act out what she had just said. She hoped he wouldn’t feel that girly carrying her purple satchel.

Act speaks thinks/emphasizes

Itzal · 11-29-2011, 07:46 PM

[html]

Sorry for the wait, >.< WC: 456

Itzal shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet as he waited patiently. He watched Axelle from behind as a pile grew behind her of dirt. She was working hard on the little grave for the little rat. He hadn't thought that this kind of thing would matter to Axelle, but he respected her more to find out it did. It wasn't like he believe that the animals souls had to be put to rest or anything. He had thought about what came when he died, but he felt it wasn't important enough at the moment to think about. He had a solution for the question anyways. He didn't plan on dying anytime soon, so he wouldn't. He sighed softly, the small breeze carrying the sound away from his lips and whisking it away.

He turned his head into the breeze, feeling it flow around him as he closed his eyes. He could feel that soon the cold would come. He wasn't worried though, he didn't usually get cold. He was use to it, and usually managed just fine. He liked the winter. The breeze picked up slightly and rustled his fur, as it ran through the strands. He loved that feeling, the wind in his fur and on his face. It reminded him of nights spent running through the forest, tracking prey, the feeling of a successful hunt. He felt a pang of longing for the way he use to live, but he knew that he couldn't go back to that way of life. There was no balance, no stability to that way of life. And stability was what he needed to stay in control of Eztli.

Itzal was drawn from his thoughts by the brief lack of digging. He glanced back at Axelle and saw that now she was filling in the hole with the rats little body inside. He smirked at her, watching her work. Hi He said back, holding back a grin.

Itzal looked at the little grave without emotion, only a nod. He looked down at her eyes, two different colors meeting his two golden. Yeah. He looked at the crossbow on her back and chuckled some at how it looked. A giant, secui wolf, with a little crossbow across her back. He picked up her bag without responding, smiling at her. He looked at the purple bag that he had slung over his shoulder and just shook his head in amusment as he turned to lead the way.

He turned north and started off that way, heading to the forest that was spreading into the giant city fast. It should have plently of prey. What do you feel like hunting? He asked, looking back over his shoulder at Axelle.

Axelle Napier · 12-07-2011, 02:08 AM

[html]

probably gonna be a shitty post, but I must post something ! Smile

WC: 254

Points: 0

She shook the excess dirt from her paws and stepped toward Itzal. ”Something with a challenge.” She needed to stretch her wolfy limbs. The crossbow still felt weird on her back, but she couldn’t do anything about it. She didn’t want to ask Itzal to carry that too, and she didn’t want to leave her precious baby anywhere in fear that it won’t be there when she returned for it. She followed closely behind Itzal, allowing him to lead the way. She scented the air around her, smelling a lot of delicious animals. Some of them being wolves, who weren’t so delicious, some were rabbits, which didn’t hold much of a challenge to her at the moment, and some were elk, which she was in the mood for.

”Maybe an elk?” Her mouth was watering from imagining the taste of the creature’s warm blood slipping down her throat and coating her stomach with its tepid glaze. She would go all out with this one. She hadn’t been able to go all out in a long time. The killer instinct inside her had been suppressed for too long. The demon within poked at her skin, trying to get out, but she had good control over it, unlike Itzal with his demons.

Her claws stuck into what soft surface there was in the dirt. Her musclier body shape was pretty amazing to her. Secui form was not one that she visited often, but she had to do so more often now. She kind of liked it.

Act speaks thinks/emphasizes

Itzal · 12-11-2011, 07:54 PM

[html]

Hey, sorry for the wait, school has been kicking my butt. Hope you don't mind that Itzal set the stuff down, let me know if you want me to change anything. WC 490

He nodded in agreement at hunting something with a challenge. He needed to stretch his limbs and feel the thrill of hunting. He was already getting restless just from wanting to hunt. He kept walking, wondering what form he should hunt in. He could hunt in Optime, but he usually didn't with others around. And if someone else was hunting with him, he preferred a different form. He could shift later if he wanted too. If Axelle was hunting in Secui form, he would probably hunt in Lupus or Secui as well. He looked around, wondering if he should set their stuff down somewhere. Even if he did hunt in Optime, he wouldn't be able to hunt while carrying this stuff.

While he was looking he scented the air for something to hunt. The first smell that hit his nose was the smell of other wolves. He felt Eztli snarl at the smell. His own mouth watered, but he ignored it, not letting it influence him. Eztli wanted to hunt the other predators, he wanted out to kill them and make their blood spill onto the ground. None of them could stop him, because in his eyes, he was the only predator. All else was prey. Itzal could feel all this while also feeling his own emotions and wants. He pushed the wolf smell aside with difficulty and tried to find another scent.

Axelle surprised him when she mentioned Elk. He hadn't considered the deer like creatures. He realize that would have to do to satisfy his hunger for blood. The hunger had grown when he scented the wolves, and now he need to quench it quickly. That sounds perfect. He wanted to find the strongest buck he could, and rip it apart. His eyes were a vivid gold color from the hunger.

Lets find one fast. A strong one. I'm ready to kill. His voice was cold and hollow, and he had a grin on his face. He was looking forward to this hunt. He moved off towards a tree with a little hole just below the trunk, where the roots entered the ground. He set down his and her stuff, taking one of his knives and sticking it into the tree trunk a little ways up. He could easily spot it, but anyone else on the path probably wouldn't think twice about it.

With that done he looked back at Axelle to make sure she had followed him and he shifted to Secui form, stretching his limbs out as he finished the change. He shook his head from side to side, adjusting to the massive form and paws. His muscles flowed over his body, more obvious in this form than in any others. He turned back at her with a grin. Lets go. He was completely prepared now. He was ready to begin the hunt. And when he started hunting, he didn't stop until his prey was dead.

Axelle Napier · 12-20-2011, 04:08 AM

[html]

Finally posted- sorry for the long wait! I pledge to be more active now =] It's finally winter breakkkk !

WC: 364

Points: 3

Following Itzal and seeing him put their things inside the tree trunk, she shrugged off her crossbow. She was reluctant to put her baby in there, all alone, but there was no other way she would be able to hunt with it on her back. She shoved the weapon far back into the trunk as was possible, making sure none of it was visible to others. That was something, other than food, that she would kill for. She looked the tree over once more before following Itzal again.

His words echoed in her mind, ”I’m ready to kill.” A deep growl rose in her throat, and she licked her lips. She was, too. Both of them in their bigger, faster forms would give an elk no chance to escape. She watched Itzal’s bigger muscles ripple, and despite her thirst for blood, she actually enjoyed the sight. She wanted to reach out and touch him, and found herself doing so when he had stopped to scent the air. Her Halfling paw reached out and touched his muscular shoulder, and caressed it downwards until she dropped her foot back to the ground. Her eyes lingered on the spot for a moment, taking in the ‘scenery’. Then she, too, lifted her maw to the air to scent. It didn’t take her too long to scent a few in an area not far from where they currently were. She walked ahead of him a little bit, and then when she knew the direction she looked back at him with gleaming bi-colored eyes. Then she turned with a low growl, and bounded toward the scent.

This body was so well-equipped to the hunt, she almost felt like she was in one of those human machines with the large gun attached to it (a tank) going to war. She felt like she had all the necessary weapons she needed to bring down her prey. The kill was the best part, and although she was worried about how Itzal got in his feeding frenzy, she was worried about herself as well. She was more worried about both of them, together, in a feeding frenzy. Only time would tell at this point.

Act speaks thinks/emphasizes

Itzal · 12-22-2011, 01:27 PM

[html]

It is fine, I'm on winter break too, yay! wc: 442

Itzal noticed Axelle's reluctance to leave the crossbow with everything else. He smiled watching her put the weapon in the bottom of the trunk and pushed it back to hide it. She really cared about the weapon he noticed, but he knew nothing would happen to them. He turned and started walking away, his legs aching from him trying to keep back his need to run and find something to kill. He heard her turn and start to follow him, but it was like fly buzzing around on the edge of his mind. It wasn't worth his attention, the only thing that mattered right now was the kill he needed.

His teeth glistened as he sniffed the air, his mouth slightly agape. He could smell them all. The prey that would cower under him when he unleashed himself. He was ready, the urge to howl and tell them that he was coming was so strong. He wanted to let them know their death was coming, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. It was times like these when Itzal and Eztli were almost completely one and the same. He was just about to give in when that annoying fly brought him back. He wanted to snap at it and make it leave him alone. But when Axelle's paw reached out and flowed over his muscular leg he realized who she was and that they were going to hunt together . He shook himself, looking back at her with a hungry smile. He realized he was looking at her with two different kinds of hunger, and it made a small shiver run down his back.

He was still watching her as she headed in front of him and scented the air. He watched her look at him and when he meant her eyes, he was back ready to hunt. He growled, low and menacing, as he followed her to their prey. He was loping beside her, his ears trained on the prey he was hunting, his nose scenting for any sign of them. This time, Axelle wasn't an annoying fly, but rather another hunter relishing in the hunt with him. Maybe not an equal hunter to Eztli, but still, a respected one. He wondered how long that would last.

He noticed a small herd and twitched his ears in their direction to signal to Axelle if she hadn't already seen them. There were some big males in the herd, and Itzal was busy searching for the biggest one, his paws and jaws could already feel the kill, crushing its skull and taking its life. He would do it, he had too.

Axelle Napier · 12-28-2011, 04:28 AM

[html]

=]

WC: 307

Points: 3

Killing something was all that was on her mind at the moment. It felt so good to be able to run on all fours again. Her legs flowed with such ease. She had been itching to hunt like a ‘wolf’ for a while, even though she did like using her crossbow at times. The scent became stronger, and the sight soon became apparent. There was a small herd of elk and does grazing in a nearby meadow. She slowed down to survey the scene, unseen by the nearby prey. Itzal was visibly scanning for a good one beside her. She was hoping he wouldn’t move without telling her first. They needed a strategy plan.

Axelle licked her lips and was focused on one that seemed to be the biggest prize, and probably the hardest challenge. She didn’t care; she needed to rip something apart, and this unfortunate elk was about to live his last day. ”What’s the plan?” She spoke quietly with her eyes locked on the target, watching him graze. He was so unaware of what was about to happen. Shame. She hoped Itzal, and Eztli, had something in mind that was similar to the vision she had in hers. She wanted to tear ass out of their hiding spot and wrap her jaws around the animal’s neck, but of course there’s a good chance that her plan would fail, since it wasn’t exactly thought out in every thread of detail.

Maybe his plan would be better, since he seemed to be a skilled killer, and even though she was too, he had more experience and probably better ideas right now than she did. She was hoping he would share his expertise and make this hunt worth her while, to help take away her thirst for blood for a couple of weeks, and hopefully his, too.

Act speaks thinks/emphasizes

Itzal · 01-07-2012, 12:08 AM

[html]

Sorry for the wait, and let me know if this is okay or if you want anything changed. Wc: 401!

Itzal smiled. He had found the biggest buck, and was happy with the size of him. But his eyes moved off of the herd leader, and settled on a little doe grazing near by the buck. Itzal and Eztli smiled together. He had formed the plan already. He scanned the area some more, the deer still clueless as ever. He felt his muscles contracting and pulsing. He wanted to just charge at the buck and kill him, to rip out his throat and feel the blood poor into his mouth and onto the ground. But Itzal knew that was a good way to get himself injured. So he had to stick to his plan, or else he might be hobbling home with a broken leg. But either way, he would get his kill, nothing would stop him from getting his kill.

Itzal was just about too move in and start his hunt when Axelle spoke to him. He realized he had forgotten about her again, and he needed to tell her the plan. He looked at her with a mischievous grin. See that doe over there, He gestured towards the doe he had seen before,you are going to take a bite out of that one, scare it. I'm guessing that big buck, is the leader. So, he will charge at you to protect the doe, while the others scatter. Make sure you don't stand there and let him hit you. While he is charging, I'll come up on his rear and try to take out one of his legs, at which point you can happily join in. He grinned at her, looking back over the field, seeing his plan play out before his eyes. Sound good?

Eztli would much prefer to just charge at the beast and kill it slowly. He would feast upon it while it was still alive. But He wasn't in control, so he would just have to sit back and pout. Plus he would have to wait for this plan, though it seemed like a good one, he just didn't care for them. He could see the pathetic doe, and wanted to kill it too. Itzal could feel it so he looked at Axelle with a smirk on his face. And feel free to kill the doe if you want too, just make sure you do it before the buck manages to get close to you.

Axelle Napier · 01-07-2012, 08:02 AM

[html]

Its all good!

WC: 710

Points: 7

Itzal seemed to be all into the kill. He seemed surprised when she spoke to him, and she frowned and looked away from him. He told her the plan, kind of shoving her off to the side a bit when he told her to kill the weaker of the two. She growled lowly, but didn’t say anything. At least she was getting in on the action. She didn’t feel a hundred percent sure about killing the doe. She could be the mother of her next prey in two years. She was wasting life by killing a female, so she decided with all her might, she would try not to kill her.

Axelle turned away from Itzal’s existance and readied herself. Then she shot out of their little hiding place and ran straight for the doe. She ran like a hunting tiger, with all her senses on the target. Nothing could break her line of sight, except for maybe direct contact. The other deer’s heads shot up, and some even began to run away from the hunting wolf. The target’s head was the last to go up, and when she tried to run it was too late. Axelle was already almost on her, and by the time the doe gained speed, she was stopped. Axelle had lunged for her, and sunk her teeth into one of the doe’s hind legs. Her speed was greatly hurt as she stumbled with Axelle still holding on. Finally, she tore free, but lost a nice piece of her leg. Axelle stopped and chewed what she had happily. She looked up to see a large elk coming towards her. He was already a little too close for comfort, and she swiftly turned the other way to run. The last image imprinted in her memory was that great elk lowering his antlers, running at full speed towards her. Axelle ran full speed away, but her acceleration wasn’t high speed enough. She felt a sharp pain as the elk rammed what it could of its sharp antlers into Axelle’s backside. She felt the pain, but she couldn’t stop.

”Where the fuck are you, Itzal?!” She yelled over her shoulder as she ran away toward where the other deer had fled. Pain shot from her right thigh as she continued at the highest speed she could. She wanted to stop, and fall over so bad, but she knew if she did, it could mean certain death, and she wasn’t letting no stupid elk end her life. She’d rather have it ended in an epic battle or a bad trip or something. Preferrably an epic battle, though.

Her tongue now lolled out of her mouth, and she managed to look behind her. The elk had given up on her a while back, and stood near the injured doe. The doe limped around the elk, her leg bleeding badly, probably attracting many scavengers who would show up disappointed. Both watched her carefully with full attention. Both doe and elk were staring at Axelle, and they had no idea what else was in store for them. Axelle stopped running, and circled around. She took a glance at her leg, taking note that she was bleeding dark blood into her black fur. That was the source for all the pain. She stopped and cut the deer off from their escape, panting. The elk could probably easily go for another round of ‘cat and mouse’, where Axelle was the mouse, but he seemed to be too worried about his doe. She had no intentions of hurting the doe anymore, but she didn’t exactly know about Itzal’s plans either. He might go for the elk, and when the doe has no one left to protect her, go for her as well. She hoped not; she wanted the doe to limp away and give birth to her future meals in the spring.

Axelle held that strange respect for female prey animals. She never really went for the females, for they were the ones who provided the babies and more prey options. Except, of course, when she didn’t have a choice she did. The males played an important role in reproduction, too, but not as vital as the females. That was why she always let the does live.

Act speaks thinks/emphasizes

Itzal · 01-23-2012, 10:19 PM

[html]

Sorry, been working on this for the past 3 days. Only have one hand to type with. WC:501!

Itzal had been watching as Axelle shot out to go after the doe, just like he had said. He smiled as his plan seemed to be coming together perfectly. He was prepared to go after the buck when he needed too. Axelle took a piece out of the doe and he smirked, then he glanced at the buck as it got ready to charge. He knew now was the time to strike, but as he started to move out of his hiding place, Eztli pushed against Itzal's control. Itzal gasped, too focused on the hunt and kill to fight back properly. His knees buckled as he fell, Eztli's laughter ringing in his ears. Lets see how she does against the buck by herself for a bit, huh? I'm sure she will be fine. Besides, the worst that can happen is her dying. Eztli's laughing pounded through Itzal's head again as he shook himself, coming up right as Axelle yelled out for him.

His gaze darted too Axelle running, he could make out the slight glisten of blood on Axelle's leg. He growled, looking back at the doe and buck. A cruel smile spread across his lips. They were both staring intently at Axelle. Now was his chance. He darted out of his hiding spot, a black shadow gliding towards the unexpecting prey. They were worried about the wrong predator. Itzal was upon them now, and he wanted blood.

He saw the moment when the buck realized its mistake, its eyes flashed towards him in horror as he hit it. All of his weight hit the buck as the front right leg was shattered under his teeth. The buck went staggering back under his weight as he launched himself at the buck's throat, catching it around the neck. He crushed its upper spine and throat in one swift move, ending the miserable things life. He moved back, enjoying the taste of blood in his mouth. His eyes were golden-yellow as he noticed the doe. He wanted to kill again, to end its miserable life as prey. It turn and started to limp away, and he licked his lips. He glanced between the dead buck and the doe. Then he noticed Axelle, and remembered the wound she had. He looked away from the doe, letting it go so he could check on Axelle.

He moved towards her, but making sure he stayed close to the buck to make sure no scavengers or fox came in to try and get a bite before they ate. He glanced at her leg then at her. Did it reach the bone? Or is it shallow? First he had to make sure it wasn't enough to make her bleed to death. But since she was still standing, he assumed it wasn't so bad she couldn't move. He hoped it was really just a scratch, cause it was his idea that put her in danger. He glanced back at the buck, nodding for her to come eat with him.

Axelle Napier · 02-02-2012, 05:16 PM

[html]

Ohhh nooo, what happened?

WC: 555

Points: 5

She wished that Itzal had come and done his deed a lot sooner; on time like he should have, and maybe she wouldn’t be injured like she was. It was just as much her fault, though, for not being more alert. She gazed out toward the elk and saw Itzal take it down. The big animal fought, but didn’t fight hard enough because it was dead in minutes. The life was lost within its empty eyes; its heart would not beat anymore. The elk’s body lay limp in the bloodstained, frozen grass. Her mouth was watering, looking at the carcass.

The doe had passed her, but kept a good amount of distance between them breaking her concentration on the dead animal. Axelle had no intentions of hurting the doe anymore, and she watched as the beautiful prey animal limped away with her bloody hind leg. She had a better chance of attracting more predators now that she was bleeding, but Axelle hoped she would reach her herd sooner than later.

When the doe disappeared into the distance, Itzal came over to her and she remembered her wound. The pain was still there, but throughout all of her endeavors she learned to ignore the pain, and it helped somewhat. The pain wasn’t something that took over her mind anymore when she got injured. Other things were allowed to take over like food, life, others. Right now, Itzal was in her mind as he approached. ”I don’t think so… not that deep anyway.” She lay down, and curled her wolf body to lick it. The blood tasted alkaline-like, and it didn’t make her hungry. Her own blood never did- maybe it was because of what she ate. The things she consumed never made her blood taste like that of her prey. Then again, she never put vegetarian consumables in her mouth either.

After they both checked out her wound, and she figured she would be alright. The elk’s antler did slice a nice wound into her leg, but it wasn’t too deep and she wouldn’t bleed to death, either. When she was done licking all the blood away, she got up and tried very hard to walk as normal as she could over to their kill. She hated limping, and eating with another was something she wasn’t used to. She had the insane urge to growl at him when he took the first bite, but she managed to keep it down. She dug into the elk’s carcass on the opposite side he was on. Ripping away the skin, she tore into what muscles she could get at. She ate like a true wolf, getting the white part of her face as bloodstained as eating would allow. The meat was a treat. She hadn’t eaten like this in a while, and it was nice to let her instincts take over again.

The meal was fulfilling, and after a good whopping of meat she was getting pretty full. Her part of the body was gutted with just bloody bones, fat and skin left. One of the rear legs had been totally stripped and was now just bones lying in the messy grass. She took one and went little ways away with it, and began to gnaw. She watched Itzal silently with a smirk as she enjoyed her elk knee.

Act speaks thinks/emphasizes

Login




Remember me Lost Password?