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Post by Rose on Jun 21, 2010 3:52:30 GMT -5
Dove panned the area for any type of life. She knew she had stumbled across a territory. Her paws shifted as she walked through the rocky area. The land seemed like it was dead. There was nothing but a few dead trees. As she walked she passed by a shrub; it ran through her fur. A yelp escaped from her mouth and turned to see what had touched her. She was relieved to discover the shrub. A grumble of Dove's stomach stopped her. She had not been able to find prey after her previous attempt to peacefully join a pack. Summer had graced the lands and prey was abundant. Though she had seen a few large animals; she knew she could never take them down in the condition she was in. Her once fine,shiny coat was not so fine and shiny due to her lack of nutrition. The muscles that use to make her build flawless; were no longer the same. Though she was tempted to catch a weak, old doe; she stopped herself. She would not like a member of this pack to catch her feasting on their game. She scented the air. The smell was no longer faint. She knew for sure she was very close to a wolf of the actual pack. She decided to wait and see if they would find her. She took a deep breath and exhaled. Hopefully this ends well.
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Post by ~Ice Blitz~ on Jun 21, 2010 19:58:26 GMT -5
OOC: Since you didn't state in your post, I'm making it nighttime. If you'd rather this take place in the day-time, just lemme know and I'll redo my post. ^^Dark and dangerous, sick and twisted eyes, blinked from a sick and twisted mind. The wolf in the shadow's licked his maw, orbs glinting with danger and excitement. Now was the time. He placed one paw forward, eyes locked now on his chosen prey. Yes, this was just the right moment, the right time, the right place, the right partner. Cafall angled had angled himself so he was downwind of the doe he had spotted earlier. He had chosen, while in pack territory, to stick only with prey animals, for satisfying that little whisper in the back of his cold brain, the whisper that called for blood, for death, to kill. At least with prey he could use the excuse that he had been hunting. No one would be any the wiser for it. He smirked. The doe was not only downwind, but had her back to the devilish fiend as well. A few more careful steps, and then the damaged, deranged brute leapt from his cover, silent, not even a snarl escaped his maw. He rushed forward on powerful lithe legs. The doe looked up from her browse, and spotted him just in time. Tendons clicking, she too leapt, higher into the air then the wolf, but her jump was in vain. The brute was already too close for her to make her escape. Jaws hungry for something other then food snapped at her tendons, and a laugh escaped his maw as she crashed to the ground, squealing in agony and terror. The wolf paced around her. She was wounded back enough that she wouldn't be going anywhere. Now he could play. Now he could have his fun. Labrums pulled back errily, showing ivory daggers as he smiled down at the doe. Sure, it wasn't a wolf. But he could make due with something less. For now at least. And when it became too much to bare...well, there were a few in this pack he wouldn't mind seeing less of. Wouldn't mind playing with. He approached the deer, all humor from earlier in the day gone. He was serious careful Cafall, the dark and deadly master of death. When the Dark Passenger was driving, there was no one else home. Not even crafty crazed Cafall. The wolf, using the only weapon he had, worked on severing the deer's front right leg. She seemed in shock, for she did not fight. Cafall didn't mind. It only made things easier in the long run. Next would be her gut. It had been a long time since Cafall had explored the insides of a doe... Blood drenched muzzle quested the air as he left his kill. He didn't eat it, he wasn't fond of eating the garbage left over from his playmates, but he wouldn't protest others devouring of it. Maybe he's show it to dear old Tempest. Taunting, trechorous Tempest. Cafall sneered, feeling fully relaxed now, having satisfied the dark voice in his canine brain. He was, for all intents and purposes, back to the annoying, disgustingly "cheerful" Cafall. The brute shrugged his shoulderes, enjoying the loose feel of his muscles. He trotted through the underbrush, lithe and sinuey. Slightly feminie in movements, he was a creature that resembled a weasel, or a serpent more then he did his own kind. Perhaps a rattlesnake of some kind? Cafall was always fond of those. His nose picked up a scent however, that made the fur along his ridgey backbone rise just a little. Another wolf was near. A femme, and not a Rafaern wolf. So then, a trespasser, here to join the ranks of the bloodthirsty, idiotic, and insane? Placing deadly smirk upon his labrums, he strolled out of the bushes, to appear near her. He hoped he had timed his arrival just right, so that she would not see him appear, only standing there, but he found it hard to care like he usually did. Tonight was just too darn good to spoil the mood. "Well hello there little lady." he purred. "Not lost are you?" he drawled, hoping against hope, that she really was.
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Post by Rose on Jun 21, 2010 22:28:38 GMT -5
OOC: I do not mind at all Dove jumped a little when she heard the foreign wolf's voice. She hoped that he had not noticed her jump. "No I have just been wandering the lands", Dove sighed. She had not noticed him enter this close of a distance to her. Typically she was excellent at detecting other wolves near. But this wolf has went underneath her radar rather well. She could not even hear him shift underneath the rocks like she did minutes prior to this meeting. "I must applaud your skills; they are quite impeccable", Dove said as she turned around to fully face him. She was suprised to see an average size wolf standing before her. Dove greatly admired the wolf's greyish pelt in the moonlight. His muzzle was drenched in blood that smelt like deer. "Oh my I see you had fun with your kill", Dove laughed. The milky rays of the moon made her snow pelt seem like it was glowing. She raised her silvery-blue eyes to his golden brown. "You have very handsome eyes; they have such depth", Dove commented. They were like nothing he had seen before. She wondered if this wolf was going to reply with the same kind of tone she was displaying now or with hostility like the many other wolves did before him. She felt there was something different about this wolf. She wanted to learn more about him; for he had, in her mind, a very interesting look about him.
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Post by ~Ice Blitz~ on Jun 22, 2010 14:27:48 GMT -5
Cafall smirked as the femme jumped at his approach. That had been just the reaction he had hoped for. His teeth though, ground against each other. She obviously hadn't been startled enough, to respond to him, to state that no, she wasn't lost. Well, drat. Her comment of his skills fell on deaf ears. He was still stunned that he had failed to really frighten her. Maybe the great deranged Cafall was losing his touch? He had just come from his Play time..maybe that had made him appear more relaxed? The brute shook his head, irritated that he had not gotten the reaction he had desired. Usually he was so good at knowing wolves. They were stupid, predictable creatures, in his mind, the scene had been all worked out. It always was, and it always turned out the way he planned. Until now. He stepped back in slight shock, cold eyes widening at her next comment. Fun with his kill? Well, sure, yes, he supposed it was fun...sorta. Not for the Playmate, no... The laugh startled him more then anything. Oh, if only she knew. If only she knew that he didn't kill for food, but for Need. That when he did such, it wasn't him, no, careful kniving Cafall was no longer home when the Need ran wild. Instead it was a colder, calculating creature. One that would glady play with anything dished out. Even his packmates. Or the wolf standing before him. Golden-brown orbs met silvery blue ones, and Cafall nearly snarled at her complement. How dull and dimwitted could she be? His eyes and depth never went into the same sentence. They were dead, dull and fading. No one was home beneath those eyes, that is...no one other then a coldblooded killer. He took a deep breath, covering his uncertainty with a cool confidence. He smirked evily at the femme before him. "You know," he said, vocals dripping of a sickly venom, "its rather dangerous for a young lady like you to be wandering out here alone. In the dark. Not many wolves about. Even if you are trespassing on pack lands..." He hoped she'd take the hint, as he advanced on her. Femmes always seemed to be afraid of being force-bred, and so, Cafall figured he'd let the threat hang in the air between them. Of course, sex to him, was no thought at all. He found it to be too...undignified. But the femme before him didn't know he wouldn't be interested in that. He'd try to weed her out. There was no point in getting Tempest involved if the femme couldn't hold her own in a pack like this. So he looked her in the eyes, and let her see the monster that was hiding behind them. He felt the Passenger rise up behind his eyes and snarl a challenge. Sneer plastered across his labrums, he eyed her in the same way one might view lunch. Maybe he could convince the Passenger to come out and play, one more time tonight.
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Post by Rose on Jun 24, 2010 1:40:11 GMT -5
Dove smiled with his reaction. Little did she know he was actually appaled with her comment. That was when Cafall's evil smirk rose on his face. Dove stopped smilling, her eyes widen a bit. This was not the wolf she though she had before her seconds ago. Her heart raced; what had he gotten herself into.
"I... I know it is dangerous but I am all alone and I do not want to be alone", Dove managed to say. The coldness in his voice was not there when he had greeted her. "I... I realize that I was trespassing, but I was hoping to find a pack that will that will take me in", Dove's beautiful, soft facial features were contorted into half-afraid half-sad expression. She had thought she had met a nice wolf; different from the rest. She sure found a wolf that was different. If she were hearing the thoughts racing through his mind she would call him psychotic.
He began to advance on her. She wanted to move but fear made her body rigid, unable to move. She began to panic. The fearsome look in his eyes made her body twitch and the hair on the back of her neck stick straight up. He revealed his long, sharp canines in a form of a snarl. She knew that the snarl was a challenge to some sort of a duel.
He was trying to scare her Dove thought. She hoped that the look in his eyes was just a scare tactic. Deep in her mind though she knew he was looking at her like he would a deer or someother prey.
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Post by ~Ice Blitz~ on Jun 27, 2010 15:09:20 GMT -5
Sick golden brown orbs watched with glee as the femme's eyes began to widen. Ears perked now, the brute even imagined he could hear her heart, thrashing about in her chest like a terrified bird. Yes, he had done it now, he really had. Black leathery nose drunk in the smell of the wolf's fear, and delicious smell of it all nearly made him dizzy. "So, you want a pack to take you in? What makes you so sure that this is the one for you?" Cafall chuckled as her face contorted into fear and sadness. Something about terrified things excited him, warmed the blood racing through his veins, and awoke the passenger hiding deep in his soul. He paused, in his walking towards her, noticing that she had frozen in fear, not moving. The panic smell coming off of her began to make Cafall feel almost drunk, and giddy. His eyes rolled as he inhaled deeply, savoring the stink. Then however, Cafall did something he did not expect, he backed off. He let her have her space back. He was through, had used her, to make himself feel a little better, better about his own...tactics...his actions. He needed to know that he -could- scare a wolf, could make them tremble in fear, should he want to. And now that he had, he found this femme to be rather boring and a waste of his time. He turned and trotted over to a pile of dead leaves on the ground, and lay down upon them, grabbing a nearby stick in his mouth, and chewing it sulkily. He completely ignored the femme, focused soley on the stick, and the thoughts bouncing around his in brain, wondering, hoping that Tempest would arrive soon.
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Post by Rose on Jun 29, 2010 2:30:53 GMT -5
"So, you want a pack to take you in? What makes you so sure that this is the one for you?". Dove watched him chuckle to himself as he watched her. She looked on dumbfoundedly as he inhales while rolling his eyes. Dove prepaired for herself to be attacked. Her once very strong muscles loosened from the grip they once had on her and she began to form an attack stance. But then he stop from his advances and allowed her to have room once again. Dove calmly readjusted herself to a more calm position. "I did not know there were qualifications in being in a pack as long as you can do your part", Dove replied. After being embarrased by her actions, she was going to try to gain some of her dignity back. She knew she had scrunched up like a little pup and was by far not proud of it. She watched him make his way to a pile of dead leaves. He lied down and started chewing onto a stick. She knew he had started to ignore her, pretending as if she were not there. "Do you think I am not worthy of talking to you", Dove asked in an offended tone. She could not believe this wolf had the audactiy to scare her like that and pretend it had never happened. "I bet I would make an excellent member of this pack", Dove retorted. Her silvery-blue eyes oozed confidence and life.
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