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The morning was cool, rain falling between the trees and running in tiny rivulets across the ground. The thick blanket of pine needles masked his footsteps, coupled with the white noise of the rainfall. Hunger tore through the young hybrid's midsection, causing him to rise and search for prey. He remained small and thin for his age, as though he wasn't getting the proper nutrition despite even now being within a pack. Lone wolves hunted for themselves and had reason to stay frail, but Jael was not alone anymore. He didn't have to fear for his solitary life every moment, always wandering and never staying in one place long. And yet, he looked younger than he was and far more delicate than he should be. His snowy coat could be a factor blamed in failed hunting, having to rely further on skill then any other wolf or coyote who had natural camouflage in their ashen and sandy pelts.
But even with a hare resting dead between his paws, the boy had yet to begin eating the life-giving flesh. He'd taken it's life to keep his own, and yet he didn't devour. Rather, he stared at the corpse in disgust, wondering what was wrong with him. His stomach twisted in knots, cramping and aching with his hunger, and yet this animal didn't tempt him. Finally, he forced himself to sink fangs into the soft fur, finding not the flesh to taste delicious, but the blood that oozed forth. Rain continued to fall against his back and head, dampening the dusty fur of the little creature, mingling now with the crimson that the wolf greedily licked up. What was wrong with him? This obviously wouldn't satisfy him as flesh would, so why couldn't he eat? Jael tore into the body now, but it was still only the blood he went after. Finally, when no more could be found he rose and moved to a river, washing the blood from his flawless pelt. He watched it cloud the stream's surface and run away with the current, momentarily staring back into his own broken, blurred reflection.[/html]
The morning was cool, rain falling between the trees and running in tiny rivulets across the ground. The thick blanket of pine needles masked his footsteps, coupled with the white noise of the rainfall. Hunger tore through the young hybrid's midsection, causing him to rise and search for prey. He remained small and thin for his age, as though he wasn't getting the proper nutrition despite even now being within a pack. Lone wolves hunted for themselves and had reason to stay frail, but Jael was not alone anymore. He didn't have to fear for his solitary life every moment, always wandering and never staying in one place long. And yet, he looked younger than he was and far more delicate than he should be. His snowy coat could be a factor blamed in failed hunting, having to rely further on skill then any other wolf or coyote who had natural camouflage in their ashen and sandy pelts.
But even with a hare resting dead between his paws, the boy had yet to begin eating the life-giving flesh. He'd taken it's life to keep his own, and yet he didn't devour. Rather, he stared at the corpse in disgust, wondering what was wrong with him. His stomach twisted in knots, cramping and aching with his hunger, and yet this animal didn't tempt him. Finally, he forced himself to sink fangs into the soft fur, finding not the flesh to taste delicious, but the blood that oozed forth. Rain continued to fall against his back and head, dampening the dusty fur of the little creature, mingling now with the crimson that the wolf greedily licked up. What was wrong with him? This obviously wouldn't satisfy him as flesh would, so why couldn't he eat? Jael tore into the body now, but it was still only the blood he went after. Finally, when no more could be found he rose and moved to a river, washing the blood from his flawless pelt. He watched it cloud the stream's surface and run away with the current, momentarily staring back into his own broken, blurred reflection.[/html]
07-22-2009, 06:30 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/char ... _tears.jpg); background-color:#0E141B; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:246px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Miiiine. :O I hope we don't have too many threads together? We can wrap up Kae & Jael if you're sick of me. ♥ The pale wolf was too happy to have found this place. There were plenty of canines here, plenty of faces he could get to know. Charon was practically ecstatic as he rose in the early morning from the place where he'd taken shelter last night. He had met Lannen late in the day yesterday, and he was naturally tired from his travels, so he only went a bit further south before finding the woods. After a bit of searching he'd managed to find a hollow in the ground, conveniently tucked beneath a fallen tree. It was moist under there, but it was better than sleeping in the open wilderness. No matter how many months he'd done that now, Char still couldn't get used to it. He missed sleeping in a warm house more than he missed his family. Rain had started to fall almost immediately after the canine rose. Char had always risen with the sun, a habit he found was difficult to crack. Only if sorely hungover or ill did he sleep past the first light of dawn, and even then he had only slept past full sunrise twice in his life that he remembered. The young canine meandered along, his small ears perked and his vibrant indigo eyes taking in every sight he could. He had seen wilderness before, naturally, but he hadn't seen a forest so verdant green in his life. Most of the northlands were scruffier, patchier forests than this, and it was perhaps the first temperate summer he had ever experienced. As it was, only the drizzle kept the arctic-born wolf cool this morning, and even so, he found himself panting still, overheated. Seeking a drink, he listened for the sound of running water, difficult to discern because water was running everywhere because of the rain. He wandered in circles for a few minutes before he came to the same creek the pale white wolf had washed himself in. Char took a long, messy drink from the cold stream, lapping up the frigid water with his wide tongue eagerly. It was only when his thirst was sated that he looked up, noticing for the first time the curious white wolf a bit downstream from him. Naturally friendly, Charon immediately headed over to investigate and greet him, his tail swinging from side to side as he approached the snowy canine. "Hey!" he said, eagerness showing in every feature of his body. He loved meeting new people, and this wolf looked like he had something to say—there was a blank look on his face, something akin to contemplation, Char assumed, and he smiled, pearly white canines gleaming. |
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Anger at his own abnormality bubbled into life and Jael struck the water’s surface, further breaking his own reflection until only a distorted white blob lingered in his sight. He snarled softly, snapping at the stream as though it had somehow offended him. Though it vaguely relieved some of his stress, having something to strike at, it didn’t do much. Hunger still drove through his belly, taunting him with wishes for freshly spilled blood. But unless he could take down a caribou all on his own, this was unlikely to ever be sated. Unless a wolf’s blood could honestly fill him. But such a thought morally disgusted him, muzzle distorting with emotion. He moved to the water’s edge, leaping from the stream and onto the shore with silent, ghost-like paws. Shifting halfway into a more powerful form, he slashed at the tree’s base, imagining the unyielding wood to be something more alive. But the torn splinters were nothing like flesh and this course of action quickly passed. Limbs and frame quickly shrunk back into his most comfortable form, preferring the petite young wolf to some bizarre, bulky monster.
An eager noise broke his thoughts as he moved back into the stream and the wolf whirled around, eyeing the cheerful male with some suspicion. “Uh, hi,” he tested, unsure of the stranger’s outgoing manner. He was accustomed to hatred and wariness, and this creature running up to him in a friendly way wasn’t something he was used to. The current gently tugged at his feet, wrapping around his legs as though quietly bidding him to let go, allowing him to drift away in the water like some twig or leaf. But he didn’t, removing himself again from the water and shaking out his damp coat. Tilting his head, he curiously regarded the smiling man, wondering what he wanted. Friendliness wasn’t something he ever associated with lupine strangers without some hidden, latent meaning.
Anger at his own abnormality bubbled into life and Jael struck the water’s surface, further breaking his own reflection until only a distorted white blob lingered in his sight. He snarled softly, snapping at the stream as though it had somehow offended him. Though it vaguely relieved some of his stress, having something to strike at, it didn’t do much. Hunger still drove through his belly, taunting him with wishes for freshly spilled blood. But unless he could take down a caribou all on his own, this was unlikely to ever be sated. Unless a wolf’s blood could honestly fill him. But such a thought morally disgusted him, muzzle distorting with emotion. He moved to the water’s edge, leaping from the stream and onto the shore with silent, ghost-like paws. Shifting halfway into a more powerful form, he slashed at the tree’s base, imagining the unyielding wood to be something more alive. But the torn splinters were nothing like flesh and this course of action quickly passed. Limbs and frame quickly shrunk back into his most comfortable form, preferring the petite young wolf to some bizarre, bulky monster.
An eager noise broke his thoughts as he moved back into the stream and the wolf whirled around, eyeing the cheerful male with some suspicion. “Uh, hi,” he tested, unsure of the stranger’s outgoing manner. He was accustomed to hatred and wariness, and this creature running up to him in a friendly way wasn’t something he was used to. The current gently tugged at his feet, wrapping around his legs as though quietly bidding him to let go, allowing him to drift away in the water like some twig or leaf. But he didn’t, removing himself again from the water and shaking out his damp coat. Tilting his head, he curiously regarded the smiling man, wondering what he wanted. Friendliness wasn’t something he ever associated with lupine strangers without some hidden, latent meaning.