i won't fall down your trapdoor.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 02-24-2012, 07:02 PM

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Emmanuelle Brenna

Word Count - 331 :: in the dampwoods.

Not a lot of her time was spent in Luperci form, she was more comfortable in Lupus form for roaming around and Secui form for hunting/fighting. Each form had her uses, and she found she phased to Luperci form as a courtesy to others or when she needed to do something with her hands, such as today. She was scouring a riverbank that she had happened upon, searching for flat rocks that would peel the flesh off of skin, as she was an avid hunter and had interest in skinning and leatherworking. She had picked up a rather smooth rock, running her fingers down the sharp edge of it when her thoughts turned to the events of yesterday, and her shoulders hunched and a growl stole out of her muzzle as she recalled the bruteness of the female she had met.

Emmanuelle snorted in disgust and dropped the rock, deciding it wouldn't do. She would have to search harder if she wanted something that was perfect. The female lowered herself to her knees, and picked through the rocks slowly and carefully before coming up on the perfect rock. It fit in her hands, two of the edges were somewhat sharp, but she could always find a way to fix that. Satisfied, she rose to her feet and went closer to the frigid water, leaning down and scooping up a handful of cool liquid that she let run into her mouth. Wiping at the dampness of her maw, she turned away and walked away from the river and into the woods. Her tail flicked impatiently and her thoughts turned to home, she hadn't been there very long before she went into the neutral territories, seeking teachers that she could learn certain skills from.

The yearling had found out quickly that not everybody was so nice out here and it had dampened her usually enthusiastic and happy demeanor, and her good mood probably wouldn't return until she returned to her clan lands.

Neela Garcia · 02-29-2012, 11:29 AM

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OOC here.

Word Count → 513

A deep throaty growl escaped Neela's maw as she stalked through the trees, tail thrashing about in a wild, agitated motion that was far from the normal, happy wag it held. How dare that blonde bitch come back to Ichikan territory and demand to see a member of the pack, as though the fact that she was pregnant gave her a pass for the trouble she had caused and the pain she had given. The sheer audacity of it all had nearly caused Neela to attack on the spot, only the briefest shred of self control staying her hand and blades from the flesh of the dog who dared to threaten her pack, her family!

Neela hadn’t returned to Ichika after the encounter. Worked up and wanting to let some steam off she had stalked out into the unclaimed territories, hunting and running to direct her rage at something other than her home and friends. Already a deer had fallen prey to her, unable to compete against the sleek muscles of her Secui form and the anger that gave her energy.

It was a rather intimidating figure that was soon to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting wolf. Usually the visual impact of Neela's rage, on the rare occasions where she couldn't stifle it, was played off somewhat by her physical appearance; her Optime form was too elegant and her Lupus too fluffy to appear particularly threatening. This did not apply to her Secui form. The form was stocky enough to show the tones body she held and her long fur was wiry and wild, showing neither the smooth elegance or the fluffy softness of either her other forms. Even her markings seemed geared to make this form more intimidating, small slashes of black fur near her ears lengthened considerably till they framed her amber eyes, creating a rather disconcerting contrast heightened by the anger in said eyes.

Neela saw the coywolf before she smelt her. Neela's sense of smell wasn't the greatest at the best of times and with anger clouding her judgement it was remarkably poor, so the first warning she had of the other was when she pushed her way through a bush and saw the younger hybrid not far from her. For a split second Neela wanted to attack the other simply for being there but age and scent stopped her.

The coywolf had a look of a yearling about her and that sparked off the familiar part of Neela's brain which immediately protested any violence against one so young. Calmed down the tiniest fraction Neela noticed the scent of Inferni hanging weakly about the girl and lowered her hackles; Inferni had done nothing to anger Neela, indeed Vesper had come to Kiara's aid when needed, so she saw no need to antagonise one of its members.

Neela stilled for a moment, closing her eyes and breathing deeply for a few seconds to still the last of her anger. When she reopened them she simply gazed over at the coywolf, dipping her head and ears in a quick silent greeting.

Emmanuelle Brenna · 03-28-2012, 06:52 PM

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OOC sooo. i forgot about this. so it's short and shitty. Sad

/ +yo numbah!

The blonde woman was not alone today, she heard and smelt the other woman coming toward her. Crossing her arms she turned around, frowning at the place where the dog hybrid would come out. Her hackles raised as the other burst into the clearing angrily and her lips raised themselves over milky teeth, she did not appreciate the emotional auras everyone held today. As the other calmed down with a few minutes so did the pale-haired coywolf, her hackles dropping and her teeth being concealed once again by mottled lips. Even so, her tail swished behind her in annoyance, what was cause for all this bad feeling?

" I see not everybody is in the wamrest of moods today. " She offered to spark the conversation, annoyance radiating off of the youngster in waves. It wasn't at the rough collie that stood before, but rather directed at the previous events of the day. If Neela paid attention, she would smell the pale-hair merchant on the youth. Maybe that mixed in with the clear annoyance would be more then enough to talk about.

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