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For Jiva. Setting is Fundy National Park.




He could hear them coming, he was sure of it. His heel pressed harder into his horse's side, urging her own faster, to tread harder upon the soft ground. There was no way he would look back to see his shadowy pursuers, only following the bird's shadow that floated a few miles ahead. 'Runrunrun', his broken mind would scream. He lowered his body where he was seated on the mare's back, its chestnut coat blending into the desert hues of the male's fur, making them one. If it weren't for the wind whistling in his ears and through his mangled coat, he would be able to hear them approach. But it was not safe, not here... not now.

Lohit halted the mare as soon as he saw the falcon overhead perch. It was safe, for now. Canines were exposed between his lolling tongue, breathing as heavily as the mare under his still-braced legs. It took a few moments for the coyote to calm down before dismounting, finally chancing a look behind them. Receded citrine eyes focused heavily on the pines, the visible trails, the trickles of water from a nearby river.. nothing. They were gone, for now. A nod from the scraggly male confirmed the suspicion, turning to brush an idle claw along the mare's mane. "We drink," he said finally within the confines of the forest, in tones that hinted at his foreign background.

There was no one following him, of course, the clan hadn't even made chase the moment he had left. Lohit had found himself uneasy with a shadow among the trees, and it seemed his mind was playing tricks with him. Wherever he was, at least now he was free, yet forever trapped within his twisted mind. At some point the male found himself unhitching his spear from where it was strapped to his back, and Saranyu must have found the rest of the way to the river, for the wild male had stopped following her. He was a statue, lost in thought, lost to the world, stirring only when the branches in a nearby tree shook. Lohit eyed the vulture-like falcon, and in response it ruffled its ebony feathers. It could speak, the coyote knew, but its words were just as broken as his, if not worse. Salmon tongue ran across salivating lips once, twice, and started off towards the river to taste true freedom.

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Word Count :: 335
OOC:

Jiva had been spending the past two days trying to catch a meal on his own, he had let Tobias go his own way. Jiva wasn’t like his father to have his birds scout for him, no he was a wolf and he would do his own work. Tobias was a great help but he found that training birds was not his thing. He would let the hawk stay with him for the time being. Tobias posed no threats other than mocking him because of his inability to catch anything recently. Had it been a few months since his last catch? Why? Was he doing something wrong? He was brooding over the problem, not sure what to do and he was growing thinner for the effort. He ate some but he would eat last and he never felt hungry after eating a catch that someone else caught if he couldn’t give all he had... and he was a hunter.

Jiva caught a scent... Rabbit! Maybe today would be his lucky day. The lupine silently moved sniffing the ground, not paying heed to anything but that scent. He would have his dinner, a juicy rabbit free for the taking. Once he saw it, his heart leapt. He grinned and then gave chase, of course if he were smarter the wolf dog would have figured out where the wind was headed and took that into account, as well as how close he could get without getting caught, but it was all too late for that now for he was chasing the grey animal and as it had made its own mistake of not being anywhere near a burrow they ran for a long time, but in the end the rabbit got the better of him, finding the hole it had so needed and Jiva growled and howled in frustration then immidiately he started digging trying to get at the rabbit that was long gone through a hole so secret to those that lived above ground.

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I assume he was close enough to be heard? ;o Also, I assumed he was in Optime. Let me know if either are incorrect and I'll change my reply.




Water never seemed to taste so sweet until it was upon his tongue, until he sunk to his knees in the damp ground, dropped his spear, and greedily drank water by the handful. The male drank until his belly could hold no more, and only when he sat back on his heels did he feel the familiar sting of an itch. He thoroughly scratched behind his ear, but then began to scratch at another place, and then another... feeling as if the itching were taking over his body. Lohit stood and pressed his back against the nearest tree, rubbing himself upon it until he felt satisfied. A pleasant grin crossed his features and his eyes flickered shut to revel in the feeling, until he heard his falcon screech from the treetops.

He could feel the hairs on his nape prickling, and his eyes snapped open only to feel them narrowing, ears flipping back like a satellite. In all his commotion, his bird had sensed something unnatural. Perhaps it was nothing, but in the hunter's mind it was always something. So, his clan was after him! Lohit snatched up his spear and mounted his horse in one fluid motion, feeling the anger bubble up within the pit of his stomach. What a fool he was, to let down his guard for even a minute. Lohit was sure they would finish him off now... if he didn't get rid of them first.

The mare sensed his urgency, and was off as soon as he dug his heels into her sides, turning away from the river and towards the confrontation - the final battle. One eye was steady on Garuda as he took to the air, their only guide. It was them or him, the wild one knew, and he grit his teeth in pure frustration as the mare raced forwards, spurred on by his direction. The falcon swooped low towards the ground, something he was skilled at, until he found the source of the commotion. As the bird took to a branch, Lohit came pounding up beside it, spear poised and ready to strike, until he found himself coming to a screeching halt.

What he found, instead, was a wolf digging up something, but was stopped the coyote was the unnatural red hair that he saw peeking off the top of the stranger's head. This was no clan member - the other didn't even look like a coyote - nor did any of them have such a strange, yet fascinating head of hair. Lohit half-consciously licked his slobbering lips, citrine eyes trained on the red hair. His arm was still expertly poised with the spear, ready for anything, the anger within him making his appendages shake slightly. "Who you?" The words seemed more demanding than intended, his mouth closed but taut in a strange fashion between his underbite.

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Word Count :: 227 OOC: yes withing sight, no he's lupus sorry I meant to put it up but i derped and forgot, but I think the way it's worded could show for him in lupus though i may not have read that well XDDD


Jiva would have dug until he was exhausted but the sudden distraction of words he stopped, his head shot up from the hole where he was digging, his face now dirty he wore an alarmed look on his face, and there in front of him stood a strange wolf... no it wasn’t a wolf a coyote, in any case he looked strange with his teeth sticking out in such an odd way but the young wolf did know better than to say anything about it. His father had taught him that everyone was different and knowing some of the stranges canines this coyote was no different than his friends.

“Uh I’m um Jiva, Jiva Takehuro. Who are you?”

He was slightly put off by the guy starting at himm, but then he was also staring as well, just not so intently. He stood at full height not sure how to take the other canine and heard a cry from over him, a call that he wasn’t familiar with, for at first he thought it was Tobias, but no it was a hawk of sorts. Possibly a good thing Tobias wasn’t around. He looked back at the other and looked at him inquisitively. His lost dinner all but forgotten. Though he would not shove his frustration on the man, not yet at least.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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Oh Loh, you are silly.




Red, red, red! Receded orbs would not move from that spot on the stranger's nape. It was right there, within his grasp, all he had to do was throw the weapon. He could feel his poised arm begin to shake, desiring for a fleeting moment to kill the four-legged creature and take the colorful pelt. His lips began to salivate, shaking him from his reverie, and licked away the spittle slowly. The empty claw raised towards his fiery necklace, and he rubbed at the gem in hopes it would give him some restraint around this stranger. Satellite ears honed in when the other spoke, replying nervously to the still-shaking coyote. For a few moments, the male on horseback seemed lost, into another world, feeling his vision blur. "Lohit." His thick tongue finally loosened as the desert-furred male shook his head, as if that was not the right answer.

"What you dig-.... C-c-can I... I... can have some, erm... r-red hair.. j-j-just little... uh.. c-can I has some hair?" The request, though odd in itself, when mingled in with his disordered tongue seemed utterly ridiculous. Lohit's speech was comprised of speeding up and pausing, as if forgetting what he was saying, but in his mind the intention was clear. He wanted some of that red fur, and soon, before the male would feel compelled to pin the wolf and take it for himself. It wouldn't be hard.. just a little, he thought wickedly.

In all his obsessing, his over-sized ears caught the sounds of movement in the trees, not far from the pair. "What that?" Lohit barked, forgetting for the moment of the male and directing his spear to the trees. Suranyu nickered and backed up a few paces, as if feeling the tension of her rider. There was something out there, perhaps food, and the coyote could already feel his mouth water once more. "H-hunt.. yayaya. We s-see?" Citrine eyes were back on Jiva, impatiently leaning forward on his mare and awaiting an answer. He wanted to hunt it down, and now, before it got away.

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Word Count :: 318 OOC:



Jiva brought his eyes to the man’s raised arm, and kept it there, a nervous look on his face. He wasn’t sure what to do, what to expect. The man before him was exotic, strange, and he was starting to drool. It was starting to freak Jiva out, though it seemed the man was calming down at the touch of the necklace he wore. Jiva balked a little at the mans repeated words. It was broken speech but his intentions were very clear.... he wanted some of Jiva’s hair. Jiva gave a worried look at the man, but he couldn’t do anything for he was in his lupus form.

“Uh s-sure I guess, but I can’t not now, i don’t have hands.”

He pawed at the ground with his dirty foot then looked at the hole he dug up or actually made collapse in his frantic need to get that stupid rabbit.

“I was frustrated, I lost a rabbit....”

He started but then was cut off by the other man who had heard something. Jiva perked his ears up but could hear nothing at that very moment. He wondered if the man... what did he call himself? Lohit? Lohit seemed preoccupied now, then spoke to Jiva, asking to see. To see what it is they were going to hunt. Jiva slowly nodded his head.

“Yyyyeah lets see what it is. Can your bird tell you if it is prey or not or is it not trained for that?”

Jiva asked looking at the beautiful bird that was keeping an eye on the scene before them. He was nervous about the animal but he didn’t think it would be too dangerous.... as long as he kept on Lohit’s good side, that was touch and go in Jiva’s opinion for the man was obviously not all there.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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I am a slow pokey-poke. Also, feel free to spot the buck or whatever :>


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There was a certain kind of elation that emitted from the coyote when he heard the other agree to give up a few strands of his blood-red hair. The coyote hadn't expected another answer, however, and probably would have taken it by force if he felt compelled. It was the thought of adding the red to his wonderful collection of red things that made Lohit flash a toothy yellow grin at Jiva the red-haired. He would have it, and soon, and the desert hued coyote could feel his own blood growing hot, like the sun. It climbed into his ears, and the rushing sound of blood was heard over the male's remark at the loss of a meal.

But it seemed the gods would grant him and the citrine-eyed coyote another chance. Immediately the coyote's focus became on his sight, smell, and hearing the prey in the distance, his mind vanishing from Jiva's red hair - if only for the moment. The male's underbite curled and turned into some sort of snarl when Jiva answered him, one ear instantly snapping towards the other male to catch his words. His falcon had a mind of its own, but the pair knew how to hunt together. "Garuda.. try.. d-do what.. do what want," he snapped, without taking his slanted eyes off of the direction they were to be heading The foreign male could only hope the falcon would listen, but he could not make the bird do what he wanted all the time. "We go." The coyote put his heels to his mare's side rather sharply, while whistling for the falcon. Luckily for him, the bird pushed himself off of the branch and spread its black wings. "Hunt!" He yelled out, without thinking that it might startle whatever prey made itself known.

The vulture-like falcon took off ahead of them, and Lohit sat forward on his horse as he urged her on faster. Lohit only hoped the other wolf was behind him (if not, he would have to chase down the red-haired man later), oversized ears perked forward atop his tangled hair. A rustle in the woods directed the falcon to his right, and without reins to guide his mare along, the coyote used small words and his own feet to push her in the right direction. The wild male lifted his nose to the air, nostrils flaring as he took in the drifting scent of a young buck, feeling his lips salivate as his protruding tongue could almost taste it. Citrine eyes had yet to lay a glimpse on the running meat, but the hunter knew in his gut that they would find it and bring it down.

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Word Count :: 246 OOC: you are a slow poke? What about me?


Things escalated at the mere sound of noise. Jiva heard the man’s broken words, thinking, perhaps he wasn’t english speaking, whatever the case he knew he was invited along. The man above him on the horse seemed bent on getting some of Jiva’s hair. He didn’t want some crazed coyote after him for something that could easily grow back. He followed the man and moved quietly until they were closer to where the sound had once been. Then he spotted movement and could see a young buck, who’s horn were barely buds on his head. He had to be a least a season old! He was prancing just ahead and then stopped. He hadn’t spotted the three of them. Jiva looked up at the man named Lohit. This was his deer. He had initiated the hunt. Jiva would help. He would wait for orders from the luperci man. Jiva had never hunted in any form than his natural one so he wondered if Lohit was going to get down and change too, or if he had some other form of hunting. This excited Jiva with anticipation of watching someone else hunt he wasn’t related to nor was in his pack of traditional hunting. He would never fall from his place and change his way of hunting. Though it had not been successful as of late and he needed something to put his mind at ease, to show him he could possibly be a great hunter.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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