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A few steps here. A few steps there. It seemed that the creature didn't mind where he was walking. Everywhere was cursed. Anywhere that he stepped burned under his paws. Metaphorically, of course. if he could really set the rgound ablaze with a single swipe of the paw, the brute would've burned down half of the world by now. But there wasn't a place that he wanted to burn as much as this place. This territory. The familiar scents mingled with the unfamiliar. The terra that he walked upon generally seemed the same as he had seen it two years ago. Those long months ago. Back when he was a prisoner. When he had been the subject to both over protection and complete exposure. Even now he couldn't decide which of the two was worse. His mind raced with memories; thoughts of the past. Trash. Complete garbage. His maw crinkled, digusted with it all. He shoved those thinkings aside, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat as he turn to his left. Changing his direction. His direction of thought.
But this time, when the Beast would try to attack him, he could fight back. Fight back with equal power. He wasn't the weaker one now, and he would never be weak. Black auds flickering, his body stood still. A roaring river plunged and raced in front of him. The tips of the claws on his forepaws were at the very edge of the border between the river and land. Not dry land, necessarily, but land all the same. The cold sensations shivered through the cold, dead skin in his claws, through the quicks, and up through his paws, wrists, arms, and to his spine. A wonderful feeling, to be quite frank. To feel something apart from the usual warmth of the body and fur. And yet it wasn't harmful, not in this degree. Perhaps if he leapt into the water and stayed there long enough, he might risk hypothermia. But he had the brains; he knew sure as hell not to. Even if he did enjoy a nice swim every once in a while, Corren knew better than to risk one's life on a stupid thriller.
Pulled his paws back from the water, Corren cleared his throat. A nice, thorough clearing. His eyes stared sternly at the water with his judging eyes. Golden eyes. Beautiful. Rolling his shoulders, he could feel the uneven skin there. His scar. His shame. His past. Maw crinkling, his blood flared. Cor did not dwell fondly upon such a branding of embarassment. But he made sure to clean there as briskly as he could, ensuring that his pelt covered the healed wound. Healed or not, the evidence was there. The memory of the horrors. Even though he may be a monster, the same species as the Beast, he took on his natural appearance. The body of a wolf. A true wolf. Not the horrid human-like walkings, nor the mutated wolves. Disgraceful. He only moprhed when necessary - to defend himself or bring down prey. he had honor. Decency. . .
Aw hell. Who was he fooling?
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The last time that she had come this direction, things hadn't been pretty.
White-socked paws made small marks in the dust as the dark timberwolf walked, her feet stirring up debris as she went. There were odd things in this place, strange shiny pieces of plastic that were all crinkled up all over the place. Candy wrappers. She stepped through them, trying to part them so that she wouldn't have to actually step on one of them. They felt strange beneath her paws when she did trod over a corner. She had once been an adventurous pup who'd dared to laugh in the face of danger...but she'd learned from her last lesson. The last time that she had ventured out of Phoenix Valley to travel to the city she had been captured and tortured by Halo and her cage of rats. Even the thought of the rats made her shudder now.
It hadn't stopped her wanderings completely, though. She doubted that anything could have that kind of control over her; three days of being cooped up inside the house wrapped up in bandages had been enough healing time for her! The young adult was used to doing what she wanted, when she wanted. And she defintely hadn't wanted to stay in Phoenix Valley. She just had to be more careful with who she spoke to now...and try to run away if the situation got too big for her to handle. The blue-and-yellow eyed wolf wore a few bandages still, over the deeper cuts, but most of the gnawed portions skin was pink and healing. There was some marks on her legs, back, stomach, chest, and she side of her face.
Addison glanced up at the darkening sky as she made her way out of the city and back toward the forested area. It looked like it was going to rain, and she didn't want to get caught up in it. She had spent a little time in the city...and that was enough for now. She'd just needed some time away from the packlands and Jefferson for a bit. The unshifted, medium-sized wolf sighed as she came to the river that flowed out of the city and into Phoenix Valley, beginning to follow it back home.
The sounds of the river and the ever-changing wind kept her from hearing or smelling the male where he stood, but she saw him soon enough. Untrustingly she backed a few feet away, trying to disappear into the brush. Maybe she could just pass on by him and he wouldn't even notice. He had odd coloration, which made her even more wary; what sort of a place had he come from? Addison was fairly average looking, mixtures of browns, creams, darker browns, and dark reds. The only odd thing about her was her eyes; one blue and one yellow. But they seemed normal to her. Her mother and grandmother had shared the same oddly colored gaze.
She kept to the brush, keeping her head ducked as she began to walk around him.
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Haii! Ugh, this one sucked. I'll try to do better in my next post, guys.
Let me show you the wonders of life
Though she didn't know it, Hanna was walking toward both Corren and Addison. She really wasn't paying attention to the scents her nose was bringing her, filtering them and storing them away. Consequently, she was nearly upon the two before she noticed them, stopping short and sniffing the air with more care. After acquainting her nose with their scents, Hanna continued on slowly, purposely bumping her satchel against her legs.
After only a moment, she saw the male, a dark wolf with the strangest, but most gorgeous markings along his back, as pure white as the driven snow. She smiled softly, casting her eyes around for the other scent's bearer, but she couldn't find anyone other than the man. She stepped into sight, and quietly introduced herself. Hello, my name is Hanna.
Hanna's constant companion, Tobias, called out and she raised one arm, her hand curled into a fist. The red-tailed hawk landed on the fist, looking around out of amber eyes. He caught sight of Addison, and fluttered down to her, drawing Hanna's attention down to her. Hello, there. She smiled again at the young female who had hidden herself behind the bush.
Ohh.. oops. Hanna hadn't considered that she might not want to have her position revealed. Well, too late now. If the male attacked her, Hanna would just have to defend her. The knives at her hips were more than adequate to do that, she reckoned. At least she could create a diversion while the girl got away.
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