Traveling treats

Krissy · 04-03-2011, 12:34 AM

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Anything from the trolly, dearies? Anything from the trolly?

Krissy couldn't help her sense of wanderlust. As of yet, the feline didn't have a home. So even if she didn't want to, she'd have to wander. So the cat supposed that it was a perfect conclusion. Though she craved somewhere to settle down and live and be safe, her natural instinct told her to wander around while she was able. Knowing her, she'd get fat and lazy once she found a home.

As she idly wandered around, Krissy smelled wolves, the very strong smell of wolves. Obviously she had wandered into another wolf pack, what seemed to be a developing habit of hers. The cat shrugged softly furred shoulders. It didn't matter to her. She couldn't really do anything to them or cause danger. So she'd assumed that no one cared about her presence, and continued to wander around.

These wolves smelled a little more of hostility than other packs, but that was probably normal. She was feline, for gosh sakes. How was she to know any difference? If anything, Krissy tried to avoid the packs as much as possible, but the tempting idea of learning more from them kept luring her in.

Honest, it wasn't my fault... Krissy though idly as she pounced on a leaf. She didn't really care who's territory she encroached on. If her four paws were on it, then it was her territory. The feline would lay claim to the land that she walked on, even if it was only for a brief period of time. Wolves were decent usually. They knew not to mess with someone's territory. They'd stay away from her while she gnawed on her leaf.

Krissy does. "Krissy meows." Krissy thinks.

Viking Sigurdr · 04-08-2011, 07:05 PM

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Trolololol. AYYYIIIEEEEEEE!

The bone washed giant found himself milling about the entrance of the caves, emerging from behind a rock face and letting the sunlight dance upon his form. As he walked along the craggy ledges silently, his shoulders heaved and his hair was disheveled, more so than usual; an indication that the warrior was just returning from training. It was no different than any other day for the foreign giant, despite the different lifestyle he was now forced to live.

It hadn't occurred to the colossal beast, however, how hungry he was after such rigorous exercise. Walking along the cliffs, his heavy body froze in place as the corner of his eye caught the sight of.. something. Turning his attention towards it, just below him on the next ledge was.. a cat. A single cat, preying upon a leaf it had found. What in the hell was it doing here? The lone thought crossed the male's mind, but his growling stomach suddenly intervened. Lunch.

Viking slowly crawled on his two feet to the edge of the ledge, the drop below it - where his target lay - was only a couple feet below. Luckily, boulders that were strewn to mark the edge provided cover for the giant, but King could not help as a deep rumble began stirring in his chest, beginning to bare his teeth and snarl. It had been a while since he'd tasted cat, never having seen small, stray cats in these lands. Tail lashed out behind him in preparation for his jump, his snarling steadily increasing with each tense, hungry moment that passed.

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