Stranger in a Strange Place

Chardonnay Chartreuse · 05-22-2011, 07:19 PM

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Form: Lupine
Location: Halifax
Time: Predated to May 20th, noon
Word Count: 300 +

Chardonnay Chartreuse

The city was like and unlike any wilderness Chardonnay had visited and he was not yet sure whether he liked it. The formations buildings were very similar to the ravines and cliffs he had come across in his journeys, yet they were so uniform and and regular that he could not help feel uneasy. The numerous alcoves and rooms could hold any matter of objects, live or otherwise, that ranged from merely interesting to or just plain odd, like the metal spring that had poured water on him when he was nosing the protuberances on the wall. He did not understand where the water came from and was unable to find the source after a thorough search. There were no streams or rivers in the area, so Chardonnay assumed that they were underground,; and that must explain why there, relatively, was so little greenery in the city. The deer and wildlife that he was used to seeing in the woodlands either simply weren't there or took great care to keep hidden. He understood why that may be the case; after all, the streets were very open and what cover existed in the form of trees was very little. The idea that he stuck out like a sore thumb made him feel strangely naked and vulnerable in a way he rarely felt even in his optine form. There was much evidence by the way of smell that Halifax was often frequented, and therefore Chardonnay took care to keep his wits about him in case he no longer found himself alone. Exploring the city in his lupine form was more comfortable to him in a strange place, and it was superior to the optime if the need to make himself scarce or fight arose, though he was confident that there would be no need.

Nose to the ground and ears pricked for unusual sounds, he wound his way plastic bins in dank alley way, searching for rats. Last time had he had a full meal was some time ago, while the rodents inhabiting the city great in number, their small size only dampened his hunger. Usually he would avoid hunting them, finding them to be not as tasty as venison or rabbit, but today he did not care about the taste. He needed to eat, and soon, to replenish his energy before it lagged. Sensing movement he over turned an aluminum can only to find an empty nest. Lips peeled back to reveal ivory teeth, he growled in disappointment, sure that had been a tail slipping underneath the can. At this rate he would not find anything to eat before dark, and the coywolf did not fancy that turn into fact.

Element · 05-22-2011, 11:40 PM

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OOC here!

The ebony feline saw no need to go near the metal bins that stank of rot food and carrion - he didn't know what had been in them before, but now they were full of slime and muck and other disgusting things that didn't rot, like shiny metals and strange plastic materials. He did, however, find himself there once in a while, when he found himself hungry; there were almost always rats there, feasting on some disgusting carcass or another, or a squirrel or mouse, hoping to get an easy meal.

The sable shaded cat had indeed caught himself a meal; the place was always swarming with rats, at least until the shadowy predator had killed one in the silence of the dark alley. The rest had fled in terror of his silent yet fatal paws, and he had feasted on his catch alone.

Burying the bones of his prey in some soft earth in a crack in the concrete, Element curled up in a corner next to the building; the smell didn't seem as bad now as it had a few hours ago, and he was quite the sleepy cat after such a large meal as that. The rats in this city were quite large; he didn't know what they ate, but the one he had just hunted was just a bit smaller than half his size, and he was feeling well-fed and sleepy. He let his eyes droop a bit..

Crash!

The cat sat straight up to see a young wolf that hadn't been there before - how long had he been napping? It didn't matter; this young wolf seemed to be angry at something, or someone, as he had just overturned one of the large metal cans. Element shrank back into his hiding spot, hoping he wasn't noticed and observing what would happen next.

Chardonnay Chartreuse · 05-23-2011, 08:48 PM

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Credit: Sie
Word Count: 946 +
Song: Clint Mansel - Dead Reckoning

Chardonnay Chartreuse

The little beasts were proving to be elusive yet the whole alley way stank with their damp sewer smell, as if they had known his intent before he even entered the location. Their beady black eyes were most likely watching him even now from the cracks and holes where they layered, where nothing could pry them from their safety. Uncanny, it seemed, that prey were already under cover; it seemed unlikely that in a devoid city filled with god knows what rubbish that they would have much to fear, unless, of course, there were reasons. Such were the signs other predators did indeed hunt here; Chardonnay was just one more. He didn’t know anything about urban sprawls, coming from the plains where there were few towns and villages, and though he was more than capable of taking care of himself in the wilderness, the maze of concrete and houses were baffling. A few days had past since he wandered into Halifax, just another lost soul drawn into the spider’s web, where the black rivers of rock had crystals rough against the paws and emitted acrid vile scents that were just as strong as the scent trails crisscrossing everywhere. The different sights, sounds and smells were so many in number that he felt confused and overwhelmed, which frustrated him. In the woods, the plains and the mountains, he was a master and in his element, but in the urban center it was a different matter. Of course, scouting the area and testing his skills would improve his ability to live here but, that took time. Besides, he had no intention of living here, so the immediate sense it did not matter to him at all, but planned to return later once he had grown comfortable in ‘Souls.

At the present moment, the thought was farthest from his mind; the frustration and annoyance at being stymied was growing inside of him, and would soon boil over if an outlet was not found. The whole place caused him to feel edgy, the tension transalating itself by quick precise movements. Giving the interior of the bin a quick once over, the wolf’s nose wrinkled in disgust from the fumes. From the dark pellets littered among the moldering and liquefied trash, it was clear that the rats did not share his problem. How they considered even eating from contents didn’t bear thinking about; the thought of it made his stomach roil. Finding himself not as less hungry as slightly nauseous, Chardonnay forced himself to clear his mind of the unwanted images, no longer interested eating the rats. After all, you are what you eat, and the coywolf, who ate very healthily, wanted no truck with prey that fed on the lowest and most vile of foods.

Deciding he had enough of this place, he started to move towards the alley way, but not before scuffing the ground with his back paws and sending a cardboard box spinning against a wall. Vaguely satisfied and feeling a little less frustrated the canine turned on his heel to exit the scene, but abruptly stopped when he came across a new smell – one that belonged to another predator, but yet was not canine. What was more it was recent and powerful enough to assure that it’s owner was very much present in the area and very distinctly a feline. His eyes narrowed, his forehead creasing in a glare. No wonder why there were no rats, and to think the whole time the cat remained while escaping detection. To think it was watching, most likely likely with that smug attitude he had come to associate them with, set his fur on end. More than a few times he had come back to see his snares empty and caught in snags, accompanied by the pungent odor of cat urine and sneering laughter. It was the young ones who were the problem, so full of themselves and thinking that they were kings and queens, that to take the catch of their canine competitors was the greatest sport of all. This did not mean that all of them were like that; it was quite the opposite. The adults he had the occasion to speak with looked down on such foolish behavior from the amateurs and, while not quite apologizing, conceded that they were green and unwise. The respect between them was mutual, and while it applied in this case, it by no means helped with calm him down, but only infuriated him any more. For all he knew, the feline might as well share the mindset as the young cougars – indeed, why should it not, remaining in the shadows while any one of the great cats he knew would have made their presence known immediately, saving the canine from possible embarrassment. It was enough to sooth ruffled feathers, between the two, since the two predators by their very nature could not help but overlap prey, but this was the last straw. Stolen prey was understandable, as was there smug nature, but the ridicule was more than enough.

“Show yourself, cat,” he spat, “if you don’t want me to hunt you down.” His charteuse, eyes pierced the gloom, surveying the darkness and trying to pinpoint the location of the feline. It would only be a matter of seconds before the cat would be found. An unkind smile, twisted into a leer by anger, appeared on his muzzle. “I have never tasted cat before.” The threat was empty; the idea of dining on another carnivore was repulsive, but after several not so pleasant experiences with cougar’s perfectly executed and veiled insults, he felt it past time to taste of their own medicine.

Element · 06-08-2011, 04:58 PM

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so sorry for the delay!!

Element's cupped, ebony ears bent back as the canine seemed to be about to leave. Before he did, though, he sent a small box hurling towards the wall - the boy was obviously stronger than Element, but no doubt could Element slip away through crevices which the canine could only dream of going into. The boy then stopped abruptly, catching Element's attention - he sniffed for a moment, then his eyes narrowed. Element wondered why he was in such a place - Element had never seen a canine search for rats before, rather finding them in pursuit for larger prey such as deer and even caribou. But this young one didn't seem to mind the rats, and he spoke as well.

The sable-shaded feline disliked the tone in which the boy spoke, but chose to shake it off; he was not old, but rather young, and had less experience than Element did. Deciding to act amiably for the moment, Element drew himself out of his hiding spot in between the metal cans and showed himself to the canine.

The boy was young, and had light brown fur that sported darker markings around his face and his eyes. His rather larger-than-average ears were also tipped with a darker brown tinge, making him seem like a coyote hybrid than anything else. Element sat in front of the mutt, giving his chest a few licks before deciding to speak -

"Pardon," he said, "but I had been napping when you came and knocked these cans down, waking me," the feline stated. He drew his tail around his paws, feeling no need to introduce himself any further unless the canine said something more - or attacked.

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