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The pair had roamed the pack lands in the early morning hours, leaving the Manor before even the rise of the Sun. The air was cool, but Winter had yet to rear its ugliest of heads. The snow was scattered, thin in most places. The hunting was sparse, the prey still fat and able rather then weak and frozen in feet of snow. She led her son, but only for the first few miles of the track. It was then that she fell back, throwing her instincts back and allowing the younger and lower ranking wolf to take charge. The silver fey was happy to do so, eager to see her son's skills as a tracker and hunter.
She hung back, half a body's length behind. Anu could smell the scent that Cypress followed, and it grew stronger and soon hung in the air. The female came to the male's shoulder, silent in the knowledge that there were deer just beyond the trees before their noses. A clearing lingered in the foreground, the area was known well by any Dreamer. Rocks lined one side, too tall for either prey or predator to scale. It was a perfect place to take down a doe.
Anu looked to the brown and black wolf, blue eyes connecting with their match. She waited, to see what he thought they should do. Testing him.
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01-09-2012, 06:41 PM
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01-30-2012, 04:51 PM
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Fail wait! Dang work gettin in the way of my fun :c
The success of the hunt itself hardly mattered in his mind at this point. Just have his mother with him made the trip worth while. He had followed complacently as they had trailed away from the manor with Anu in the
Finding a fresh scent along the game trails had been easy enough and once they had tracked it to the source Cypress looked to his mother and superior once the scents and sounds had made it undoubtedly clear that the deer they'd be stalking laid just
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01-31-2012, 10:50 AM
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With silent and cautious steps the tree prince had moved himself into position. From where he stood he was just able to make out bits and pieces of the deer through small gaps the under brush. There were three, perhaps four, of them. Deep blue eyes scanned pasted the deer as they sought out their match and found them from across the clearing. Anu’s gaze was held else where as she too scanned the small herd of deer. Cypress followed her gaze to the injured doe and noticed as she grazed that she seemed to favor a hind leg slightly with her steps.
Cypress felt out the earth beneath his paws as his stance spread a little. The young wolf crouched low, muscles coiled and ready to spring forth like a lethal trap. He tensed as Anu began to push forward and the deer startled. Anticipation grew and swelled within his chest as he focused on the injured doe as they all started moving towards him. But at the very last second there was something else that caught his eye. A trace a movement that came from behind the tawny of his mother’s figure. His heart stammered to a halt in his chest and his mind shut down as instinct grabbed hold of him; recognizing the threat in an instant.
A threatening growl tore loose from his throat as the young brown wolf charged into the clearing well before any of the whitetails had come within range. His action causing the deer panic and scatter. There was a wild look in those blue eyes of his as he headed for his mother;their depths filled with fear. It was all happening in an instant but for Cypress it felt as if time had stood still the moment he saw those golden eyes and the liquid-like movement that followed them as they stalked the Praetor of the dreamers. His mind screaming for his legs to move faster so that he might make it in time.
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02-07-2012, 11:24 AM
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he still needs to sustain injury to his shoulder/chest before kitty goes bye bye
Cypress’ focus had already passed the she-wolf as she bared her fangs in disapproval to his actions. That had gone unnoticed but the slow of her step had not. Only slight hesitation but in the moment Anu sensed the danger lurked behind her. Cypress could feel his mother’s fear, that big cat was close, so little time.
With a final burst of speed the dark male placed himself between the cougar and his mother. He held his head low and lips curled in a vicious snarl to reveal a mouth full of the best weaponry mother nature had provided him. The gray-muzzled lion had backed off a few paces and Cypress pressed forward in hopes of driving the feline off. The sandy colored cat drew itself back as the wolf edged closer. Taking it as a sign of retreat Cypress’ growl deepened and he snapped his jaws the best. Black lips with their long whiskers pulled back as the large cat hissed and struck out with a razor like claws at the face of the young male.
A sharp yelp cut truth the air as Cypress felt the claws rip into his flesh. The vision of his left eye was obscured. He could feel, rather than see, the warmth of blood flowed over the wounds and into his eye. He shook his head, trying to clear the blood from his vision, the crimson droplets scattering like rain. Blinking, the wolf could still only see from the one eye, but he was not to be deterred and charged at the large cat again without hesitation. .cypfreeb03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#bda87c; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #f9f2e7; } .cypfreeb03-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5b574d; text-align:center;} .cypfreeb03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .cypfreeb03 {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#f9f2e7; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... reeb03.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #5b574d; padding: 160px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5b574d; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .cypfreeb03-border1 {width:462px; border:2px solid #f9f2e7; margin:0 auto;} .cypfreeb03-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #e4dbc1; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> #00+
02-10-2012, 09:44 AM
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Fight or flight; kill or be killed. That was the way of the world at its simplest. Here and now there was no other option than to fight. It was too late to run and to do so would be exactly as the cat would have it. For that was the way of predator and prey. It was no different than it had been between wolf and deer moments ago.
First blood had been drawn and though Cypress had felt the strike of knife-like claws adrenaline had clouded much of the pain. There was no time to second guess; to fear what the cost might be. There was only what needed to be done to survive. It was instinct and a primal anger that drove Cypress’ forward against the mountain lion. A fury of tooth and claw. He did not hope to defeat the large cat. Thinned from a winter of hard hunting and silvering with age, the lion was still a formidable force, but he could prove they were not the easy meal it had been after.
The beast cried out as Cypress felt his teeth pierce flesh as his jaws clamped together and he shook his head violently, pulling side to side away from the cat until his grip was lost. He was left with the taste of blood and a mouth full of coarse hair, but there was no time to see what sort of damage he had inflicted. As he pressed forward again, he felt the blunt force as the feline struck at him again. There was an odd tearing and burning sensation that radiated from his shoulder and chest were the cat had struck, but he full extent of the damage was not yet fully felt. Pain blinded from the adrenaline that had flooded his system.
After stunning the larger male wolf with the blow to his shoulder, the large cat had fled. Cypress following on it’s heels for a few pace. Still ignorant to just how severely his shoulder was injured. The complaints of the torn muscles falling on deaf ears. After a few strides of pursuit the brown wolf halted, panting. He turned, looking back to his mother. ”Are you okay?” he asked, as if there was nothing wrong with him at all. He took a step forward, and then another, but with the cat gone and his mother safe the reality of his own injuries was more than he could ignore anymore and his next step faltered as his shoulder refused to take anymore abuse. .cypfreeb03 b {font-weight:bold; color:#bda87c; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #f9f2e7; } .cypfreeb03-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5b574d; text-align:center;} .cypfreeb03 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .cypfreeb03 {margin:0 auto; width:460px; background-color:#f9f2e7; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... reeb03.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #5b574d; padding: 160px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#5b574d; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .cypfreeb03-border1 {width:462px; border:2px solid #f9f2e7; margin:0 auto;} .cypfreeb03-line1 {width:430px; border-bottom:1px dotted #e4dbc1; margin:0 auto 3px auto;} </style> 400+
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The rush of adrenaline had faded and left nothing but the raw pain behind. Heavy, and throbbing. He laid there a moment, front legs sprawled as he caught his breath and gathered the will to climb back to his feet. His left leg was useless and unable to bear any weight with the way his shoulder had been sliced open. He simply nodded as him mother came to stand beside him, his teeth gritted tightly together. He leaned his weight into her carefully, still trying his best to carry the majority of his own weight even with his hopping gait.
He was just glad mother was okay. His young and able body would heal much quicker than hers and there was no doubt that Cambria would have him patched up in no time. Or so he kept telling himself. Trying to keep his thoughts positive. The walk back to the manor would be long, made even longer by how slow they had to travel to accommodate his limping gait. Just a littler further. We’re almost there.
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