04-07-2009, 08:45 PM
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Even as the black fae pulled up alongside the dark grey male, he pulled away, growling at her. The female immediately fell back. She didn’t want to provoke the creature more than she need to. But she felt that strange curiosity for this creature urge her to follow, and so she did. The black female was more instinctual than most, and while she had the ability to control the impulses that leapt out of such instinct, the female did not think it necessary to pull back now. At least not yet. And in the presence of this silent creature, she felt somehow closer to being a true wolf unmarred by the effects of the virus that allowed her to shift, and this intrigued her too. She had felt this way while fighting him that moon ago, and it had struck her as peculiar. There were many creatures that lived like she did, who were more lupine than human. But it was not like this creature that emerged from time to time within the body of Brennt.
Then suddenly, the male moved forward and to the side, finding a tree. The female paused a short distance from him, raising her head to better see what it was that he did. The black tail moved behind her as she leaned in, watching his sudden display of territorial behavior. Instinctively, the female moved forward, her nose breathing in the scent of the fresh spot where his urine had declared his dominion in this place. But then it turned, growling viciously with its hackles raised as it guarded the tree, and the female stopped immediately in recognition. She saw many things within the tree as well, and new that it was meant to represent more to her. Had this dominant creature sought to mate with her now, the warrior, who was drawn to both power and the darkness that seemed to faintly emerge from him, would have likely complied. But she sensed that this male did not seek that as Brennt did.
In fact, there was only a single message that had been given to her since this creature’s emergence, and it resonated now most clearly from that contorted face. The female’s ears flattened, not back in fear but not forward in dominance, as she snarled back. No. If anything, the female needed the male’s compliance, his word of truce that he would practice caution when greeted by her Dahlian wolves, whatever the case may be. And in return she would ask that they avoid him. It was a simple request of territory, for the wolves of Dahlia de Mai belonged to the land as well. A single woad bound leg moved forward as if asserting her decision. If it took a fight, the warrior would be willing to risk re-opening her newly healed wounds. Her hackles rose slightly as her white eyes met the yellow gaze. The tail behind her waved once as it rose slightly, and her own threat was clear, but so too was her request as they spoke with that ancient language of the wolves.
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Even as the black fae pulled up alongside the dark grey male, he pulled away, growling at her. The female immediately fell back. She didn’t want to provoke the creature more than she need to. But she felt that strange curiosity for this creature urge her to follow, and so she did. The black female was more instinctual than most, and while she had the ability to control the impulses that leapt out of such instinct, the female did not think it necessary to pull back now. At least not yet. And in the presence of this silent creature, she felt somehow closer to being a true wolf unmarred by the effects of the virus that allowed her to shift, and this intrigued her too. She had felt this way while fighting him that moon ago, and it had struck her as peculiar. There were many creatures that lived like she did, who were more lupine than human. But it was not like this creature that emerged from time to time within the body of Brennt.
Then suddenly, the male moved forward and to the side, finding a tree. The female paused a short distance from him, raising her head to better see what it was that he did. The black tail moved behind her as she leaned in, watching his sudden display of territorial behavior. Instinctively, the female moved forward, her nose breathing in the scent of the fresh spot where his urine had declared his dominion in this place. But then it turned, growling viciously with its hackles raised as it guarded the tree, and the female stopped immediately in recognition. She saw many things within the tree as well, and new that it was meant to represent more to her. Had this dominant creature sought to mate with her now, the warrior, who was drawn to both power and the darkness that seemed to faintly emerge from him, would have likely complied. But she sensed that this male did not seek that as Brennt did.
In fact, there was only a single message that had been given to her since this creature’s emergence, and it resonated now most clearly from that contorted face. The female’s ears flattened, not back in fear but not forward in dominance, as she snarled back. No. If anything, the female needed the male’s compliance, his word of truce that he would practice caution when greeted by her Dahlian wolves, whatever the case may be. And in return she would ask that they avoid him. It was a simple request of territory, for the wolves of Dahlia de Mai belonged to the land as well. A single woad bound leg moved forward as if asserting her decision. If it took a fight, the warrior would be willing to risk re-opening her newly healed wounds. Her hackles rose slightly as her white eyes met the yellow gaze. The tail behind her waved once as it rose slightly, and her own threat was clear, but so too was her request as they spoke with that ancient language of the wolves.