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- Reykr Helsi - 11-13-2011 [html] OOC come play with a kir? / +581
His eyes opened suddenly, nostrils flared. He didn't remember how he had gotten to the middle of the forest, where he had been laying. His sweetcorn eyes were wide, and he looked around. He was not in a familiar place, for this whole land was new to the Helsi male. The secui male had awoken with fallen leaves clinging to his slightly shorter than normal wolf-fur and he quickly got onto his feet once he was fully awake. He was groggy, and confused as to where he was and how he got there, but the pain that would hit him in his side would explain something. He had a gash there, for he had been fighting again, with luperci over a cave that was supposed to be empty, but two angry wolves who wanted the cave for themselves had fought the male for the cave, ganging up on him and ultimately beating him into submission until he ran away with this tail between his legs. He was not proud of himself at all, and he knew he would return to that cave because he had forgotten his things. He would keep an eye on that cave and make sure he got his tools back, because he needed those things to survive and there was no way that he was going to allow some stupid males take his prized bear pelt and fox loincloth. There's no chance in hell he would let them take it. Ugh, need food... he groaned to himself. If he was able to eat, then he would be able to shift, and then when he was able to shift he would be able to take care of the gash in his side and the lacerations on his arms and legs from the wolves whipping him. .reykk b {font-weight:bold; color:#866940; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #110c04; } .reykk p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .reykk {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#41362f; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/SXjwT.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 380px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7c6c55; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .reykk p b:before { content: open-quote; } .reykk p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Bambi Lafron - 11-14-2011 [html] OOC here! occ; Spell checking. didn't mean to submit yet. WC; 834 Bambi was a bit far from her home. Lately she ha d begun searching for items to decorate her home.. Trying to make it some what more 'unique'. While in her previous camp, she wasn't allowed to decorate at all. If you had been captured rather then born into slavery, all your items would be striped from you. The idea in this was to take away the wolves sense of being.. Which went right along with forcing them to refer to themselves as numbers, rather then the label they were born with. The name that had been taken from this particular woman broke her dear mothers heart. Of course her mom knew that she would have her name taken eventually.. She was no newcomer to the traditions of the camp. It was even safe to guess that Bambi's birther was also aware that she had been impregnated for the soul reason of having someone to replace her. It was a sick idea.. And one that could almost bring tears to this dog's eyes. "Knowing the daughter you are raising is there to allow them to kill you off.. Sickening." The attention of the dog was brought back to present day matters by the stern voice of her feline companion. "Bambi, eggs," She smiled down at the old cat, trotting over to her and searching around for the nest she had spotted. These were not laid by a ground dwelling bird.. Therefore it was quite easy to tell that shew would not simply be able to pluck them from their bed and place them into her sack. Bambi looked up, spotting the woven made up of twigs, grass, and various other items other items above her head. She looked around for something to stand on.. Since she was not much of a fan of trying to climb. She heard a soft meow coming from her side, and looked over to find Nana standing on top of a cleverly placed rock. "Nature is sure on our side today," remarked Nana. The black critter hopped off the grey coloured object, eying the fully shifted wolf as she climbed in to the same spot where she had previously been. The young canine peered into the nest, touching the eggs to see whether they were warm or not. It was a habit, and probably not something she really needed to do. She doubted that even if they bird did come back that it would dare to attack her.. Especially if it was a smaller one. White paws reached in to the basket, scooping up the eggs one by one and gingerly placing them into her sack. As they two continued on exploring, the found the forest to be heavy with silence. With Bambi being mute more then most of the time, the conversations between them were always quite dull. Naturally, the the birds were chirping. And of course the wind rushed by occasionally, causing a few loose leaves to drop onto the ground bellow. But those were all natural sounds.. Ones that were supposed to be heard. As another gust of wind danced by, Bambi smelt something traveling along with it. The curious dog wiggled her nose, further opening her nostrils and inhaling the scent deeply. Before she knew it, she found herself following it. She could barely hear her cat mother screaming behind her, telling her to slow down, and to be careful. But it was to late, she was entranced. The smell was sweet and delicious- One all carnivores would recognize. "Blood." But as she got closer, she felt something else creep in with that intoxicating aroma. It was still blood, but it had a twinge of something else. A twinge of something she didn't quite like. The dog stopped moving suddenly, before rushing off in the same direction- Faster this time, frantically. When she arrived at the carcass where the wolfdog was feeding, she was a tad shocked. "Where did he come from..?" The dog was overcome with sympathy. She knew he was a loner, but he had the scent of other wolves on him. Most likely the ones that had caused the gash on his side. She dropped to her knees, kneeling a few feet away from him. She knew not to get to close, for he was eating.. And by the way he was feeding, she could tell he was quite hungry. A familiar voice rose up, breaking the silence and instructing the canines. "Wolf.. Lay here, head on her lap. Please. We can help. She's got somethings we can use to dry up the blood." Bambi maintained her silence, retrieving a medium length bandage from her sack. Some part of her was shocked to hear the woman use the word 'please'. Even if it was right after passing along an odd order. "Maybe I'm rubbing off on her." The wrapping wasn't that large, but it could do some good. "Huh.. Guess that 'useless' supplies in the house now can be used for something." .dsa-tbl2 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .dsa-tbl2 p {padding:2px 0px; margin:0px; text-indent:25px; color:#000000} .dsa-tbl2 b {color:#green; letter-spacing:-.2px; text-shadow:#000000 2px 2px 2px; } .dsa-tbl2 {background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://oi54.tinypic.com/rm7htx.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #FFFFFF; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:475px; text-align:justify; } .dsa-tbl2-border {width:479px; border:1px solid #000000; margin:0 auto;} .dsa-tbl2 .inner {margin:110px 10px 10px 10px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/25pct_white.png); border:1px solid #000000; border-radius:20px;-moz-border-radius:20px; -webkit-border-radius:20px; height:275px; overflow:auto;} </style> [/html] - Anya Valeska - 11-14-2011 [html] Was looking for some open plots. ^^ Word Count → 438 Anya had been out hunting that day. She was a hardworking young mother and was often much successful with providing for both her son and her pack. Earlier that morning, she had stalked down a deer, far in the woods, nicely secluded. She hadn't quite finished the entire meal herself and so decided to come back to it later. That is, if the scavengers hadn't already finished it off. The day was now coming to an end, the sun was setting and with the evening approaching, she would have to return to her own territory, in the caves along the mountains. As she reached closer to her prized possession, she caught the scent of two unfamiliar canines. She crept between the shadows of the tall trees, keeping her appearance well unnoticed until she found out who the strangers were. She had learned from experience, to never casually walk up to a couple rogue animals.These lands were neutral territory and as such, there is little protection and much unknown. She could smell fresh blood in the air as well, all the more reason to keep her distance. Peering from the darkness, behind a tree, she saw a darker colored wolfdog who was battered and bruised alongside another dog, who seemed quite fearful at the moment, but also much concerned.She hadn't a doubt that he would get all the help he would need from the doted, caring canine standing before him. However, she just couldn't hold back her curiosity and wanted to be informed of the situation, at the very least. She had her own pack to protect. Anya figured he must of been a troublemaker or simply a lone wolf out to prove himself. Whatever the case, he needed help and being a kind, loving mother, she was beginning to form a soft spot for him. Walking up to this anonymous male, she paused for a brief moment to observe the open wounds and gashes covering him. "Just what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into.." She laughed softly. With her calm and relaxed demeanor, she lay on the soft, leaf covered ground. Turning to the smaller female dog, quietly watching her prepare to bandage him. She couldn't imagine the pain he must of been going through. "If he intends on surviving through the night, it would be best to find him shelter. He's covered in bloodshed and that will attract more wolves. He needs protection." She had spent several years getting to know this area, being a lone wolf herself for some time. These woods were dangerous come nightfall. Anya Valeska
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He'd been busy, his cola maw wrapped around the bones and meat that was still on the carcass. There was no way to know if there was someone coming back for it, but the male was hyperventilate to the sounds that surrounded him just in case the one whom had taken down the animal had decided to return for seconds, or thirds really. He continued to choke down chunks of meat as he tore them from the bone and he swallowed many of the chunks without much chewing, for there was little need to. He'd been so busy in his feeding frenzy though once he had heard the sounds of others, he immediately barked a warning at them, his bloodied maw growling and his fangs bared at whatever was making noise. He sniffed the air though, and there had been a woman coming. He had regained his manners rather quickly, and he looked at the woman with wide sweetcorn eyes. He stepped away from his food for a moment and he looked at the pretty, but silent girl whom had a feline talking for her. He cocked his head, confused at why the cat was talking but not she. The infamous saying "cat got your tongue" had been appropriate for this but the male just did not have enough brain power to think of such a sarcastic, or hilarious response to the feline talking for the luperci. .reykk b {font-weight:bold; color:#866940; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #110c04; } .reykk p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .reykk {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#41362f; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/SXjwT.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 380px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7c6c55; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .reykk p b:before { content: open-quote; } .reykk p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] |