[p]Changing Before his Eyes
#1
Words: 334

It had been a long time since Helios and his sister had traveled from their warm home. Thinking back, he recalled that it was reaching their second anniversary from which they had left. Sighing, he surveyed the harsh country that surrounded them now. Jagged mountains sprung up around them, clawing at the slate gray sky. Not only that, but it was cold. The wind was worse though, cutting through his thick fur as if he wasn't even there. Pulling his arms close around him, he turned around to search for his sister. Aloof thing, he chided internally as a smile crawled onto his white snout. Pulling away from the edge he had been standing by, he retreated, feeling the familiar tap of the scabbard on his hip.

It was unlike him to sympathize over the past. But it seemed necessary, as their scenery had been changing so rapidly within the past months. This place seemed to be the first place that seemed safe enough to make a home in. There were many packs to choose from and all of them offered such different paths. Shaking out his stout body, he tried to rub out of the cold from his body. At this time, a thick cloak would have been extremely helpful. Mayflower had the right idea, she always wore their mother's old cloak. "Mayflower!" he howled, inconsiderate to the silent beauty of the surrounding ethereal scenery provided. He had noted it, and now had decided to ignore it.

At this moment, he was much more concerned with the state of his stomach which was woefully empty and growling uproariously. If he didn't what he wanted and quickly, he was going to go insane. Not to mention, five foot three of muscle was more likely to rage at an empty belly than five foot one of slender that his sister was. Groaning, he regretted not saving more of the remains of the deer they had caught more than a week ago.
#2
The beauty of the silence that had fallen over the two companions was suddenly disturbed by the call of Mayflower's brother. Remaining in her optime form, the merle blue canine sped up slightly to catch up with her brother, ramming into the side of his leg. "I'm hungry!" she complained rather childishly, amber eyes staring upwards at her brother. "Why can't we just join a pack or something?" she whined, coming to a stop, since she felt too hungry to walk any further.

"I'm going to stay right here," Mayflower stated smartly, sitting back on her haunches with a defiant look on her face, head held rather high with her eyes narrowed as she waited to see what her brother would do about her oh-so-childish act. Truth be truth, she wouldn't act like this around any other canine, just her family - whom she believed to know rather well, but besides that she always acted a bit differently around familiar people.

ooc:: sorry
#3
Words; 215

An evergreen gaze. A long, lithe body. A fur of ebony, gray, and moonlight silver. These were her traits- her identity. No other canine in existence could match her. Two pairs of small, sleek paws moved as one, carrying her well-curved figure closer with each passing second. Cold breath swirled from a sleek, narrow muzzle. The she-wolf had her sights on a rather plump rabbit that was nibbling on some fleshy green grass. Night had fallen- her favorite time for hunting. Nighttime was the only time that Lyris could feel her best. The cool breeze and evening scent rejuvenated her soul. When her concentration was at her peak- as of now. The canine continued creeping forward, putting every skill she had into practice. Now she could almost press her ebony nose to the rabbit's smooth, russet pelt. But that wasn't her intention. Hind legs coiled, and before you could blink, the gal had shot forward, pearly whites bared maliciously. Before the poor soul knew what hit it, it was good as gone, hanging limply for Lyris's graceful jaws. Now that's what she called hunting. Unaware to the two other Luperci's in her presense, Lyris Stryder carried her catch to the edge of a small clearing, where she settled under the moonlight and began to feast.
#4
"Baby," he whined, mimicking her tone. He then guffawed heartily, placing his hard hands on his hips. The territory didn't seem like a place to get hunting but with night surrounding them, it was a good enough time to set up camp. Raising his narrow muzzle to the air he could could detect a faint scent in the midst of a languid breeze. It was just a touch, but it was enough for his mouth to begin to water. There was prey nearby, freshly killed and easy for the picking. Helios was a strong animal, he was sure whatever was thrown at him would be easy enough to force away from a hunk of flesh. Huffing, he glanced back over to his sister, she seemed keen enough just to sit there until there was food brought to her. "You stay put here, Mayflower, Helios the Handsome is going to save the day!" He tacked on a cheesy smirk and melted from his muscular optime into a surprisingly feral secui build.

His odd eyes were wild looking, spurred by the scent of blood on the wind. He hadn't had a good scuffle for near a whole month. Fighting with prey just wasn't the same, though the occasional duel with a strong old buck often provided ample entertainment. Another canine though, that was an entirely different war to wage. Crushing teeth, rippling muscles and ferocious tendencies all out marked that of a stag that fought only to defend itself. Helios' gold and blue eyes brightened up as his fur rose along his back in anticipation. "Be back soon, Mayflower," he growled, "Dinner will be served."

Spurring himself into a heavy trot he broke off into the sparse foliage that surrounded them, nose twitching and searching for the scent of gore he had just barely tasted before. The hunger in the pit of his stomach made the slathering look on his face seem all the more ferocious. His violent appearance was his favorite tactic to use and the added effect of different colored eyes made him appear almost insane. His easy lope became a full fledged run as he caught onto the smell, and he was getting stronger by the second. A snarl awoke on his jaws, providing an eerie precursor to the canine that was about to lose their dinner. He could see them now, a wolf, focused more on her feast that him. With a rush of velocity, he propelled himself into the air aiming for her turned back.
#5
Ever so slowly, Mayflower shrunk into a more delicate form, staying where she was. "I was not planning on moving," she said, sounding irritated once again, nose still crinkled slightly. The merle blue canine relaxed slightly once her brother had gone, not bothering to watch as her companion attempted to steal food from another. He'd probably succeed, as Mayflower did not doubt her sibling's strength, though the other canine roaming about at this time might overpower him. She was not sure, as Mayflower didn't bother to think about situations that didn't involve herself much.

"At least he might bring back food," she grumbled under her breath, alabaster chest puffed out slightly, silver moonlight bearing down on the much cooler area. Mayflower looked around, still sitting quite comfortably on the ground, absorbing the scenery with much interest. Ah, I like it here, she thought with a nod of confirmation to herself.
#6
Words; 211

Mmm... Succulent flesh of the falltime rabbit... her favorite. The flavors exploded over her parched tongue and slithered down her dry throat- reminding her that she must scout for fresh water next. But those plans were going to have to wait, for at the moment, a curious thudding sound of pounding paws alerted the she-wolf. Lyris's head instinctively jerked to the right, revealing a side of her face we had not seen before. A thick, ugly scar ran from the base of her jaw and twisted in a lightning-bolt pattern before curling over her evergreen eye. It marred her beautiful features- but gave her a menacing look as she bared her teeth, which she did now. Quickly thinking, Lyris shot up to her paws and kicked her rabbit as hard as she dared, causing it to slide over damp grass and come to a rest beneath a tree. A snarl ripped from her lips and Lyris ducked, her small, petite form easily shooting between the Luperci's thick legs. The canine now twisted on hind paws and slashed a pair of ivory claws into furry haunches, drawing a dark, crimson liquid. "Find your own food, you lazy moron!" Lyris hissed, a feathery tail lashing as her scarred features twisted into hatred.
#7
"You bitch," he laughed as he skidded to a testing his injured haunch. Luckily, the wound was shallow but was sure to smart tomorrow morning. He hated being the victim of first blood, but what was he to do. There was no real use dwelling in the past about such things. Grinning broadly, his face reflected that of cheeky indifference, "Is that all you've got? But other than that, I would love you rabbit because he woeful sister needs sustenance..." His simpering face lowered for a moment, masking his snarl, "And so do I!"

Launching himself again, he used a different strategy. He aimed low, clinching his teeth onto her shoulder and giving a full weighted push. Despite his girth, he had a fair bit of speed on his side. He attributed it to his recent travel and the exercise he put his body through at every hunt. Even if the deer was faster than him, he'd happily lope after it for hours on end until it was just too tired to go on. Helios had a bad case of following things until he just couldn't follow them anymore. Consequently, he had lost very few fights, due to the simple reason he was just unable to give up. Though he hailed from mild and domesticate roots, Helios embodied very little of his house pet predecessors.

Helios was wild and free, confident and loyal, more than enough to maintain a livelihood in the untamed Canadian wilderness. Crunching down tighter, he could taste the rusty flavor of blood on his tongue and just bit down deeper. Granted, this wolf was taller than he was and longer as well, given that she had a tail. What he lacked in sheer size he made up in strength and agility. His body was made for activity, a roiling mass of slavering fury.
#8
Words; 265

"Language!" The alabaster wolf sneered, legs spread wide as she anticipated his next attack. Though she meant sarcasm, Lyris wasn't much for the swearing herself. Made you sound more stupid, in her eyes. "Oh, poor you. Do I get extra points for sounding like I care?"

In the split second before Helios lunged, she saw the slight way that he was positioning his paws, and where his eyes traveled the heartbeat before the charge. Lyris didn't have time to dodge it, but she could mostly avoid it. Swift on her paws, the female attempted to jerk away, but only half-succeeded in doing so. Cold teeth sunk into her flesh and pain lanced up the right side of her body as skin and fur tore away. The loner then relaxed her shoulder, knowing that this would reduce the more physical damage somewhat. Her attempt to leap away had helped a bit, though Lyris already knew that there was bad damage there. She covered up her wail with a snarl that was filled to the brim with loathing. Lyris then craned her long neck and snapped her jaws over the male's thick muzzle. Channeling all of the strength she had, Lyris chomped down, feeling the thin layer of skin rip away and the metallic tang of blood on her muzzle. Then she pulled back, rearing on her hind legs as she did so, and attempted to throw him off. The force of the gravity and the force of the bite she was creating would most likely be enough to get him to release her now blood-stained shoulder.


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