Dance on a Cliff
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OOC she is due to be half killed in a little bit, so please no maiming

Terra was wandering around, thinking about popping into Ichika to see Eclipse, when a new smell reached her. Surprised Terra twisted her head, taking a deeper whiff. It was true it was a new route, but that didn't seem to be a reason for the scent to change. Moving closer Terra's eyes widened as she realized she'd been circumventing an entire pack moving around somehow. This wasn't some new pack freshly built, but one that she had managed to miss somehow in her travels.


Pumped with curiosity Terra darted over to the borders, and quickly started sniffing at it. All of the canines in the pack smelled strong and healthy. The way they marked were prominent, the request to not trespass very clear. It was so tempting for her to dart over the border quickly, just to challenge the ones that marked it. For a few minutes she stood there, body quivering, before she gave in and ran over the border. Giddy with excitement Terra stood in the pack for a few minutes before dashing back out as fast as she could. Racing along the edge Terra yipped with excitement, enjoying the feeling of having done something forbidden, danger on her heels. Stopping as she reached a cliff Terra sat down across from the border, panting happily. She looked at the border, wondering what kind of wolves would have made such an intriguing border.


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#2
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OOC junk goes here...

He walked the borders today, his whole being on edge. Something was amiss, the crows cawing loudly at something. And then he found a spot where the border scent had been disrupted by a different scent. His hackles raised, his hands fisting at his sides. He stalked the scent, spying a little female sitting as though she hadn't a care in the world.

His voice was gruff as he spat, "What the fuck were you doing on pack lands, outsider? We don't take lightly to strangers in our territory." In fact, the last he knew, the last outsider who had ventured in without respect had been banished. He was tempted to wipe the pleased smug expression off the female's face by beating the tar out of her. In fact, the butterflies were demanding blood, and that was enough to catch himself taking a step forward, ready to kill.

Instead, he forced himself to halt, staring at her with hard golden eyes, his tail raised his ears pushed forward. He was the pack member, she was the outsider. He would try posturing and snarling to make her leave before resorting to physical 'persuasion'.

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OOC here.

Terra lifted her head as the scent of a pack member approached her. Watching him she smiled. He was exactly what she'd imagined the pack members to be like, fierce and powerful, unwilling to take nonsense from anyone. A shudder of delight ran through her body as he strode forward. Listening to his rough words Terra dipped her head, carefully submitting. She had done as she wished, running as wild as the wind, following the border without trespassing, leaving her trail to follow. She couldn't say why she hadn't just left, other than the fascination it held for her.


His posture was aggressive, telling her to leave. Instead Terra straightened up. She remained submissive, but her draw to the danger was still very strong. I crossed because I was curious about what kind of pack would make such a powerful border. It was beautiful. Explaining the need to push over the edge, to be part of the border, to feel herself running along, almost as if she belonged, was one of the powerful strangers, it was an incredible intoxicating danger. Her green eyes glittered with a dark mischief as she met his hard golden eyes, shivering happily.


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