Fresh Blood To Be Spilt

Bain Inuzuka · 05-14-2012, 06:01 PM

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This was intriguing, the smell that is. It seemed to be that of a pack. Now THIS could be the fun she had been looking for all day. A smirk crawled across her lips as she stalked forwards, her tail hanging loosely behind her. Her head was low, so as not to assume a dominant position, for that would be rude, her hackles placed lightly along her spine. Bain walked a few paces into the foliage that surrounded her, they seemed to grab at her pelt, calling her back, trying to warn her of the impending danger of stalking into a pack's territory uninvited. But, being as how Bain was, she paid little heed to their warnings.

Her massive head swung lazily from side to side, it would seem that she was ill prepared for an attack, but, on close observation, one would notice the slight twinge in her muscles, which were primed to counter an attack. Her long claws left small indent in the soil as she walked along, and, the movement in her tail seemed to pick up a slight jerking harshness. As her head bobbed, she stopped in the most violent of the stench, this clearly marked the very edge of the territory. She stopped just a pace or two outside the range that would be considered trespassing. A snickering cackle escaped her as she threw back her head and allowed a vicious roar of a howl bubble up over her lips and travel across the land to all who would be listening.

Her cool composure was beginning to crack and that was never a good thing. She waited for an answer of any kind, primed and ready to "prove herself" should the need arise. Bain shook her head back and allowed a cackle to escape her. Yes, no matter who decided to stop her and her little performance, it was bound to be a fun encounter.

OOC: Well... This is gonna be fun...

Word Count: 311

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Itachi Lykoi · 05-17-2012, 05:33 PM

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Many and more would hear the call that rose from the proximity of the northern border line, but the dishonoured man knew with relative certainty that he was closest to the intruder’s location. Pale feet carried him across the decently forested areas, swift and with little to no sound to signal of his approach. Falling into existing habits, he adjusted his route to ensure that he would remain downwind; indistinguishable until he choose the moment to reveal himself.

The black of his coat had been abandoned as the season turned warmer, and with his light coloration, it was necessary to turn to shadows and undergrowth to remain hidden. A crow’s hoarse cackle sounded from above, and he recognized the bird’s sound as his. Predators rarely acknowledged their presence in such a way the owner of the feminine voice belonged to, but Itachi was not a creature of trust. Salsola wasn’t a place where they could afford to turn the second cheek.

Once bleeding sunset eyes caught hold of her wolfish form, they did not go. He approached her in silence in the standard optime form, unblinking and staring. Dark blond locks partly veiled his face, but there would have been nothing to read on those attractive, masculine features anyway. He didn’t wear his feelings on his sleeve. She had called for one of Salsola’s inhabitants, and here one was. The stage was hers.

Bain Inuzuka · 05-17-2012, 06:01 PM

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It seemed to take a long time for someone to reply. Time itself seemed to stop and watch what might have taken place at this meeting. Beautiful colors inked the now darkening sky, reds and purples and bright oranges that almost hurt to gaze at. It was all so beautiful, it was a shame it didn't gain anything but a glance from the wolf. But, alas, there were more pressing things to attend to. For instance, a lone wolf stood before her in all of his basking glory in the dying sunlight. Turning slowly, Bain allowed her gaze to travel slowly up the creature until she came to his face. All the while her face was a clam, placid sheet of stone

Why was it that everyone felt it necessary to walk around on two feet? Bain nearly missed the fact that she couldn't freely do it herself. Oh yes, physically she was more then capable, much more, but alas, her... mental state would not allow her to flaunt her glory so easily. But, self pity was not something Bain indulged herself in regularly. Pity for the weak, and Bain was far to busy to worry about "weak". So, instead, she spoke after a short pause.

Why hello. I was beginning to think no one was going to appear. It would have been a shame to put on a show and not have anyone attend, don't you think?" Her head had been traveling around to gaze at the last dancing daylight colors, but, at her last question, her head snapped back towards him suddenly. She snickered, something was obviously quite funny to her. But, that was for another time, as said, she had business to attend to.

Bain decided to sit, she had been standing nearly all day after all. So, reclining back onto her haunches uniformly, she continued. I'm looking to join a pack, a... stronger pack in need of able bodied people, especially fighters. With that, she looked at the wolf, her gaze steady as she kept eye contact. She would be submissive in a respectful sense, yes. But not in a degrading sense. Groveling was meant for the Alpha, of which this wolf smelled like. This wolf also smelled like a collection of others which only meant one thing, a pack. Exactly what Bain was looking for...

OOC: Finally! =DD

Word Count: 390

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Itachi Lykoi · 05-17-2012, 07:31 PM

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Itachi was well acquainted with the darkness that now attached itself to the maturing evening. Once he had lived a life as a fully nocturnal creature, and later he had found a home underneath earth and rock in the permanent black of Anathema’s caves, lit only by crafted torches. But seasons had passed and changed much and more, and now, the one creature in the world that he depended on belonged to the light. He wouldn’t call the necessary changes he’d made a sacrifice.

Now, her orbs searched his, though the difference in their two forms surely required her to strain her neck somewhat. Blonde ears stirred slightly as the woman’s voice interrupted the lovely peace that he had known for the majority of the afternoon. She didn’t present herself with the proper formality that he had come to expect at Salsola’s borders. Nothing about him changed as her face turned back to him after turning about during her speech. She snickered, and he wondered if her behaviour should simply be judged as disrespectful.

He saw no reason to bother forging a response to her words. He watched her take the liberty to sit down, and soon more words flowed out between her dark lips, and her intentions for being here was then clear. She didn’t do well at presenting her case at the moment, and Salsola was a hard bunch to please in every way. Itachi should know, dishonoured as he remained.

She dared to look him in the eye. The blond hybrid did not know her reasons for favouring the lupus appearance, but he’d expected more tact from her than what he had currently received. ”And what defines a strong pack?” the man questioned, stone face somehow becoming colder even without visible change. ”This pack accepts exceptional individuals only, no homeless strays on the lookout for stronger packs.”

Pale whiskers brushed back along his narrow muzzle, and his lips withdrew to offer the nameless female a glimpse of sharp, ivory canines.

Bain Inuzuka · 05-17-2012, 07:51 PM

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A glaze washed over her gaze, only a slight difference, one that would go completely unnoticed by an untrained eye. Her demeanor changes as teeth gleamed in the sunlight, she did not take nicely to being challenge, and soon, it showed. Snapping, she replied, "If you're so ignorant that you can even fathom an idea of what a strong pack is on your own, then perhaps I should take myself to someone who can hold a more intellectual conversation. And, to be blunt, the fact that you infer that I am nothing but a mangy mutt before even getting a chance to evaluate is not the smartest choice a wolf can make." Her own canines protruded roughly from her lips in a snarl of her own. But, in the stiff moments of tension that passed between her and the other canine, Bain shook her head. As if to clear a bad thought from inside. With a sigh, she continued, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that, it was quite rude and immature and completely out of character for me. I'm... Tired, is all." Though, it seemed as though this was just a quickly thought up excuse for something she didn't quite want to bring into full light with a stranger. At least, not yet.

"As for looking for exceptional individuals, I think I can fit that quota in more ways then one." A smirk passed Bain's lips then, not quite the harsh snicker that had malformed it earlier, but not quite warm enough to be considered a smile. "I am skilled in many things, fighting being my strong point. Oh, and... leading as well." The second part she added in her own time, let it imply what it will, her intents were her own for now. "Anyways, as said before, I am terribly sorry for the little... Outburst before." Sticking out on paw she allowed her neck to flow out and down. Far enough to be respectful, but not far enough to put her in a vulnerable position. After all, this wolf didn't have her complete trust, not even close. Pulling her neck back, she decided to hurry this conversation along a little bit. "It is getting late, and I would like to request an audience with a high ranking wolf. Hopefully before the sun's out." With that, she looked at the wolf, though, it wasn't quite the harsh thing she had shot his way before.

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Word Count: 406

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Itachi Lykoi · 05-17-2012, 08:20 PM

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He didn’t need more. The Lykoi’s somewhat large ears leaned back against golden locks, expressing that he had heard enough and had lost interest in the sound of her voice. Whether she had shown her true colours or no, what she had shown did not bide well for her. Pale eyelids heavily hooded his Kimaris eyes, though the prominent disapproval he harboured for her was not on display, not even for trained eyes and keen senses.

She had done many things wrong. Her outburst was unacceptable, he had yet to learn her name, and she had expressed impatience after merely a few exchanges of sentences and requesting audience with someone different. For all she knew, he was the alpha of this pack. He wasn’t, naturally, but in the company of a mere wanderer on the borders of this place, he had absolute authority compared to her.

He didn’t take her behaviour to heart, really. It was difficult for him to take anything personally. First impressions merely suggested that she would not prove to be an ideal member amongst their ranks. Even if she had said these words as a member of Salsola, his higher rank would have permitted him to offer her a cruel slap for her displayed disobedience. As a lone wolf with no status at these borders, her behaviour was therefore judged as extremely poor.

Blond maw pained with only a hint of the traditional Lykoi splash on top of his muzzle lifted as he called out for his leadership. Perhaps Sirius or Eris would treasure her indecency.

Eris Eternity · 05-21-2012, 07:55 AM

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(--) Sorry for the delay. ._. Battling headaches. Meh.

Eris is by Kiri!

The dark-furred hybrid swagged from the underbrush, storms brewing in her eyes. It was as it always was with Eris these days -- she was still playing the part of the widow, but this too had given her a rather strong sense of entitlement. She was the grieving pack mother, and she deserved the pity and love of all her children. She looked to Itachi with a hint of love and a dash of distain across her coal-hued face, the yellowed tips of her teeth showing in a smile. My dearest Confidant, she said, pointedly ignoring the other canine as she stepped forward to deliver the traditional Salsolian nuzzle to the coyote.

She stepped back and placed a hand upon her hip, body angled toward both canines but muzzle pointed toward Itachi. Who do we have here? Her chartreuse eyes began glancing every now and again at the stranger, appraising her physical appearance. She expected Itachi to speak first, of course, but she looked for her gift -- anything of value that the stranger might offer her. Perhaps it was physical prowess -- Salsola needed quite a bit of this. Of course, the dark woman had no sense of the current situation and what Itachi had discovered regarding this stranger thus far -- her judgement was therefore reserved.

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