On the Hunt (repost/open)

[eudoxia]

Winter had come and was now gone. Spring was in the air and even though Eudoxia looked forward to the spring, she loved the winter's snows. Cold temperatures were her favorite to run around in, but spring was good also. Through the mud she loped, her white body standing out against the green grass except her green eyes and some black on her muzzle. Ahead was what she was looking for. A young deer was grazing farther away from the ground. She dropped into the grass low enough that her belly hair brushed the ground as she crawled forward. Green eyes watched his every move as the young buck pawed through the mud to get at the grass.

A sudden pick up in the wind sent the white wolf's scent right into the nostrils of the deer and they quickly lifted their tails and took off. Her haunches had tightened before she exploded from the spot, running quickly after the young buck. Her muscles strained as she ran, going hard and fast to catch her prey. Clods of mud and dirt flew up from the buck's hoofs and hit her in the face so she had to run towards it flank so she could see. The buck was thin and had little meat on its bones for the long and hard winter, but it was food and that was something that the female wolf needed. She got close to his rising and falling haunches and then sprung.

Her teeth hit their mark and sunk into his tender flesh, blood filling her her mouth and spilling into the grass. Her paws gripped at him, but his small hoofs hit her right in the gut and she was ripped from his flank and tossed into the mud while he ran off. Bleeding, but still alive. She lay in the snow for awhile, gasping for breath until she could breath again. The female rose from the snow and shook it from her pelt before looking around and sniffing at the red earth. The female looked in the direction the young buck had gone, not sure if she should follow and try again or it was just a lost cause. After a few minutes she began limping after the buck, her ear turning around to hear if any of her buck would be eaten by another.

Name ;;Eudoxia
Feelings ;; alone, unsure, confused
Status ;; 390 words

[requiem]

Requiem's travels had brought the large Arctic brute far from the lands he had last tread upon. At least, it seemed like it was far away. In all truth the Chamoru Plains were not that far from the Kalus Post. The brute had been walking for quite a while, however, and was now deep into the heart of the plains. His mind was currently as empty as his left eye socket, not much in a comtemplative mood at the moment. For now, Requiem was quite content to wander no place in particular as long as it meant he wouldn't have to interact with others.

Suddenly, the scent of fresh blood hit his nares like a slap in the face and all his senses went on red alert. His steps halted and he stood perfectly still, good eye closing as he listened to the sounds of the plains. The smell of blood was coming straight towards him, but he could find no trace of whatever had caused the damage anywhere close by. Either a failed hunt had taken place or the creature, a deer by the smell of it, had injured itself some how.

The sounds of thundering hooves came closer and the white beast opened his eyes. Crouching low in the grass, he waited for the terrified prey to come into sight. Though Requiem was no fan of violence, he did not see hunting as a vicious act. To kill for food was part of the cycle of life. To kill for sport, however, was simply unacceptable.

'Patience... Ready? Now!' The young, scrawny buck made its appearance. Fast as a flash Requiem was running towards it at full speed as it made a beeline right for his hiding spot. With one swift, powerful leap the male sunk his teeth into the deer's jugular with little effort. The prey fell to the ground in an instant, twitching and squirming but too baddly injured to get up. Almost as an after thought, Requiem brought his right paw upon the buck's head, hard. A satisfying crack was heard as the metal limb made contact with bone, and any remaining life was sucked from the creature.

The brute would have now settled down to eat his kill, but a scent caught his nose that made his fur stand on end. Whoever was originally after the buck must not of fully giving up on the hunt, for now the scent of a femme was tickling his nostrils. Requiem's eyes widened in fright as he quickly dropped into the bloody grass and curled himself into as tiny a ball as possible. 'Whoever it is won't see me and will just take the deer and go away. They can have it. I'm not that hungry anyway. They won't see me, they won't see me, they won't see me...' To say Requiem was afraid of other wolves would be an understatement. He was absolutely terrified of them.

[eudoxia]

The hoof had hit her ribs and the skin was now burning with pain and her muscles yelled at her for walking on. After a little ways she had figured out that holding up her front left leg and hopping on three legs helped to keep the pain at bay a little more. The smell of the young buck hit her nose thicker than before. It was nearby now. A low growl left her jaws and she laid down in the grass for a few seconds when some scent of another wolf hit her. The wind was not very steady and kept moving all around so she had no idea where that wolf was.

She limped into the small opening and looked around. The buck lay in the grass, his neck twisted a bit to show that his neck was broken. A white ball of fur lay in the bloody grass nearby. She moved closer towards the white creature in the bloody grass. After moving closer, she found out it was the one she had just barely caught scent of while on her way. She limped a little to the side and looked over at him. He seemed scared out of his mind. Eudoxia was also scared spit less, here was a male wolf and she was limping around and totally unable to protect herself.

A low growl left her as she put her paw on the ground and backed up some, the fur on her spine rose and fear shone in her green eyes. She almost tried to kill the deer again when she bumped into it, but instead she lightly hopped over the body. A sharp yelp left her throat as the arctic female hit the ground and the jolt ran through her side. The female crumpled onto the ground and then she rested for a just a little bit before pulling herself back up and looking over at the male again. He was really bugging her by just laying there. Green eyes focused on him as her mind went over what was going on. Maybe he was hurt or dead, or just playing a trick.

Eudoxia reached down and pulled at the skin of the young buck and pulled off a small chunk before eating it up. Even the small amount of food that was, it helped a lot. She licked at her jaws and then looked over at the male. Although he was still just in a ball, the female was still not totally sure about all this. She growled softly before turning her green eyes to him. "Since you broke the neck, you mine as well come over here and eat some of what meat there is." With that said her jaws lowered and she pulled at the meat near the buck's ribs. While she chewed on a small piece, her green eyes once more turned to the male, wondering why he was laying there.

Name ;;Eudoxia
Feelings ;; unsure, confused, worried
Status ;; 488 words

[requiem]

He shivered slightly as the other wolf was close enough that he could see her if he bothered to open his eye. 'I'm invisible. I'm invisible. She can't see me. I'm invisible.' His thoughts were rather cyclic as he refused to move from his ball, barely showing any signs that he was alive.

Fortunately or not, the unknown femme seemed to be injured and just as scared as he himself was, judging by the way she moved around and the growl that came from her throat. He almost growled back in responce, but he was still convinced his invisibility trick was working. If possible, Requiem attempted to make himself even smaller as the she-wolf backed away and stumbled over the carcus. Her yelp of pain as she fell didn't even inspire a tiny spark of concern within the brute. He was too afraid of others to even want to think about their emotions, let alone care about them. Then again, most of the emotions of the wolves he'd faced in his lifetime were all chemically enhanced and rather negative.

Poor Requiem had such a poor opinion of others that he didn't even bother to try and protest when the fae started to nibble at the deer. He was quite content to stay in his little ball of fluffy white fur, convinced he was invisible to the world. At least, he was until she'd decided to go and speak to him.

"Since you broke the neck, you mine as well come over here and eat some of what meat there is." 'Dang it! She can see me.' The minute another wolf actually spoke to him was the moment Requiem knew all his attempts at turning invisible were in vain. The femme could see him, and now there was no longer a point to staying curled up in a rather uncomfortable, tight ball. First he cracked his eye open and raised his head just enough so that he could view the white femme. She really did look almost as scared as he was, with her hackles raised as she nervously picked at the meat.

After a few minutes of simply looking at the femme with a nervous frown on his maw, Requiem stood to his full height. He was a few inches taller than her, which was to be expected. He was large for an Arctic wolf. The sunlight played with the metal of his leg, bouncing off it in various patterns, and with his lone eye he continued to watch the white femme. Nervously his tail tucked between his legs and he made no move to approach the deer. "You eat. I'm not really that hungry," he responded quietly. His terror was evident, as his entire body was shaking. Funny thing was, his appearance was probably the scariest thing in the entire clearing at the moment.

[eudoxia]

With every nerve on fire, the white female remained still and watched as the male gave up his ball. His head lifted and she almost stumbled backwards when she caught sight of his eyes, or what had been. He only had one eye looking at her, the other was empty, gone, dead. A new wave of fear washed through the female as she stared at him, not sure how he had lost that eye and not about to ask either. She almost bolted when he rose to the pads of his paws as he was taller than she was and even though he still looked very nervous, Eudoxia was ready to flee. Her front paws began to paw a little at the ground as she fought her urge to flee from this male.

Her ears jerked forward when the male spoke and her lips curled after he had spoken. So he just killed because he could? That is not right! A snarl left her jaws as she glared into his one leaf, the female still didn't move though, but she still had the urge to flee. "Killing without wanting or even needing the food is horrible! You gave the killing blow so get your butt over here and eat your darn kill you fool!" With another snarl she turned and leaped into a short lived run. Her muscles were not letting her go far and she soon had to stop her run and lay down. Her black and white muzzle was open and her tongue hung out over her teeth. Some blood was still caked on her jaws, but not enough to bug her.

The female just laid there, her sudden anger had killed what energy was left. She lay on her side panting, the pain soon left and her green eyes closed. Under her white hair was mostly just bones, she didn't have a lot of weight on her right now, that had been why she had gone after the buck, hoping it would drop. Finding a curled up wolf near it had not been what she had thought she would of found. Eud sighed and opened her eyes to look up at the sky before she rolled onto her belly and moved off again, she had jumped over a small creek on her anger rush so she moved back to the small creek. Her paws held her up as her muzzle dipped towards the cool water and she lapped up some water. Even with her ears up, she heard nothing nearby so she had no idea if the male was eating her buck or not. When she looked up, she found out that she could just barley make out the clearing, it was kind of hard to see it, but she could see part of the buck from where she stood.

Name ;; Eudoxia
Feelings ;; unsure, angry, tired
Status ;; 471 words

[requiem]

Requiem's jaw dropped. How dare she insult him like that! Who did she think she was? More importantly, what did she think he was? The last thing in the world the white brute would do is kill something for the sake of killing it. His eye widened in shock and his entire face twisted into the very sad, somewhat horrifed, almost ready to cry expression. Requiem had just been accused of being something he had sworn to never become, and before he could even give an answer the femme ran off. 'First impressions aren't everything...'

With a sigh, the white beast remained where he was standing for several minutes, just looking at the buck. He had been hungry enough to be willing to eat when he had first made the kill. The appearance of that femme had caused him to lose his appatite, however, and he had no desire to pick at the flesh. He couldn't just leave the corpse there though. 'Judgemental femme.'

Not really wanting to, Requiem walked over to the buck and gripped one of its legs in his jaws. Hopefully that femme hadn't wandered too far away. Though he disliked interaction with others, he did know when it was necessary. Right now was one of those times. The Arctic male was anything but what he had been assumed to be. He was nothing but a big softie, a pacifist, and a deep thinker. He had resolved in his mind to go clear his name and give the buck to the femme. She definately looked like she needed the meat more than he did, and at the moment he honestly had no appetite.

Dragging the kill along, he was a little surprised at how little ground the white fae had actually covered. He found her standing by a little trickle of water, muzzle dripping from the drink she'd just had. Maneuvering the buck so that it lay between the two of them, he halted his steps. Soft tongue licked the little bit of blood from his maw as he stood rather pathetically before the femme. His auds were still flattened and his tail was securely tucked between his hind legs, a pout playing on his muzzle as he eyed the she-wolf.

After a moments silence, before she could run off again, he began. "I do not kill without reason." Requiem's voice was deep and thoughtful. "The buck was baddly injured and I thought it best to put the poor thing out of its misery. If you hadn't noticed, I don't deal well with others and your appearance caused me to lose my appetite. Otherwise I would have eaten the kill." Here he paused, letting her digest the information for a minute. As terrified as he was, his more thoughtful side always took control whenever he needed to explain something and no traces of fear, anger, or pretty much any other unnecessary emotion could be found in his voice. Finally, he added, "You take the buck. You need it more than I do, and at the moment I have no use for it."

Hopefully the femme would understand. He had grown slightly more confident as he was speaking, and the pitiful expression was removed from his features by the time he'd finished. His ears refused to rise and his tail would not uncurl, though. First and foremost Requiem was a philosopher, and the chance to school someone was always enough to ease his fears a bit.

[eudoxia]

When the male wolf appeared with the young buck between his jaws, her fur raised and ears were plastered against her skull as her jaws opened to let out a snarl. Her lips did not drop over her teeth though as she glared at the male. The male didn't look at all mean, in fact he looked like a pup almost, scared of being yelled at by his mother it seemed. His tail was tucked under his white frame with a pout on his face. That really bugged her now. The males she had ever met had all been rude and mean, why was he acting so poorly. He was larger and seemed to be scared of her almost.

She let her jaws close some and her ears relax a little from their place against her skull when be started to speak again. Eud was not sure if she should trust his words or not though. Something seemed so out of place about this male, one of his limbs was missing some fur and it didn't look to even have started growing back, but it didn't look new either. Also, that missing eye and his attitude seemed to freak her out the most. Once his words had been spoken, she looked at his face again, he didn't appear as scared as he had been. This has to be a trick, there is no other way to explain all of this, he is just playing his part real well. Well, I am not going to fall for it.

She was ready to snarl again when once more he spoke and she snapped there. Her green eyes glared into his one eye and the fur rose on her spine as she moved towards him, her jaws tight and ready to snap. "Listen here you big phony, I don't know what you want from me, but I can take care of myself. I can get something else if I need it so turn around and go away. I'm on to you. I may not know what your game is, but I don't believe a word you are saying to me brute!" Jaws snapped towards him before she glanced at the buck between them. Her stomach told her to go and eat, to fill her almost empty bely, but instead she turned away and went back to the other side of the creek and curled up, facing away from the male.

Nothing would move her for awhile, she was having cramps in her stomach and her side was burning again. She had been able to hold it in check, but had stepped to far while advancing on the male and now she felt like crying out to the heavens in pain. Her head was heavy and she felt so dumb for falling for the male's trick. Even though she knew not what his name was nor he hers, she still felt tricked and used almost. Her muzzle ran over her side, feeling every bone of her ribs with a sickness in her gut. Even though he had been right that she needed it, she would never admit it to a wolf, let alone a male. That would be to much to tell another.

Very slowly she lifted her head to look out over her back, her green eyes held within them pain. The pain of loss, she could remember the first hunt with her friend. The buck had been older than the dead young buck next to the creek. He had caught her friend in his antlers and the cry of pain had filled the air before he tossed back to the earth. She had been the only one to remain. The pack had not understood, her father had not understood. He had pushed her to far until that day she had fought him. That day she would never forget. She had left with wounds and a broken limb that had healed. This male nearby was just a bad memory that she was four years old and had never really been a pack member other than the lowest ranking female who was picked on by all the wolves. He was freaking her out because his actions were against everything she had ever known of a male wolf. He was larger, but not demanding and not running her off. Everything in her was confused with his actions. They didn't connect with anything she had ever learned in her life...

Name ;; Eudoxia
Feelings ;; unstable, freaked out, shot nerves
Status ;; 740 words

[requiem]

'Big phoney? On to me? Game? What on earth is she rambling on about? And why does she look like she's gonna kill me? Ern, stay away! Stay away!' When the femme advanced towards him, Requiem instinctively backed away. Oh, if only he hadn't bothered to kill that damn buck. Then he wouldn't be in the mess. Then again, maybe if he didn't have such poor socialization skills he would not be in this mess either.

Whoever this female was, she was a complete nutcase. At least, that's how Requiem viewed her. He'd met plenty of crazy wolves in his day. Heck, he could probably be considered crazy himself, the way he was deathly afraid of other wolves. This femme, the only thing she hadn't done that made her a horrible as some of the wolves in his past was attack. Several times she seemed like she was going to come at him with claws and fangs bared, and yet each time she always retreated. Whether intentional or not, the actions were seriously affecting the white brute's mind.

The fae's actions had Requiem so scared out of his wits that he couldn't even formulate a reply until after she had retreated and laid down on the other side of the creek. A whimper had escaped him when she'd first started her yelling, and the look of fear on his face was probably not going to go away any time soon. The female terrified him, and had he not been too scared to do anything more than trip over his own paws as he back up he would have turned tail and ran. As it was, the brute could only manage to stumble backwards a bit before falling to his rump with a light thud. Sitting on his tail, his entire body shivered in twitched and his muscles refused to walk. He so baddly wished that he were invisible at this moment, that the white femme could not see him at all. Such cowardice was unbecoming for a brute. And yet, cowardice was all Requiem knew. Years of playing "punching bag" to chemically enhanced wolves didn't exactly leave a brute with a lot of confidence.

"Th-those who refuse to accept the t-truth wonder blindly through life," he stammered out, lone eye transfixed upon the white femme before him. "What h-have I done to make my words s-seem false?" He couldn't control the tremmer in his voice at all, and if he spoke much more it would probably crack. How oh how had he gotten himself into such a mess? He could feel tears threatening to fall, almost begging to female to make more harsh words so that they indeed would cascade to the ground.

Didn't she see that he was terrified of her? Why did she think he was playing some cruel joke? If either of them were joking, it had to be the femme. Otherwise, Requiem was beginning to wonder if she had a fully functional brain hidden within her skull. He had done nothing but offer the pure truth, and that fae had thrown it right in his face. He was offering her an entire buck, more than enough meat for one wolf despite it's age and size, and yet she would have none of it because she meerly thought that he had ill intentions. How could someone trembling in fear and stumbling over words possibly have any negative thoughts when it was obvioius he was too scared to make any sort of harmful actions? 'Why is she so bitter, and why won't she calm down?' Requiem had already once lost his life. He really didn't want his second chance to escape him thanks to the paws of some naive femme.

[eudoxia]

She laid her head back down when she saw him sitting on the ground. Her green eyes stared at one spot on the ground and didn't move for many seconds. After awhile, the male had spoken again, this time he was stuttering. Once more she lifted her head up and her green eyes looked out over the creek to the male. The question threw her off though and her head tilted, fear still running her mind right now. Everything was off, nothing seemed real about all of this. Slowly, very slowly, the female wolf uncurled her tail and paws. Her eyes did not move from his face at all while she adjusted herself. I must be dreaming. This has to be a dream, he can't be a real wolf, can he?

After she had risen to her pads on her feet, once more she took another look at the male. The female almost stumbled backwards when she figured out what his look meant. He looked ready to break in two almost. Now this has to be a dream! The female turned towards her flank and let her teeth sink into her tail. She almost yelped in surprise at hard she bit herself, but let her tail so and licked the fur before turning back to look at the male. All this was real, but she still didn't know what this male was thinking. This time when she spoke, she held back her fear, but it still showed some within her green eyes.

"I still do not know if your words are truth or if you are lieing through your jaws, but I guess I will just have to take what your words are as true." She looked over at the buck, the hunger still stirred within her stomach and longed for more food than what she had already eaten. That had only been a few bites, not enough for a wolf at all. She then turned back to the male wolf and also sat down, her tail curling up against her white body. "I have no idea who you are, but yet I have already judged you. You are not the male wolf I know, your actions are so timid and you don't remind me of my father or my dear friend at all. I just thought...well, I just thought..." She scowled to herself and forced herself to push away the feelings of despair and loss before she was able to keep going. "I just thought you would be like all of them, demanding, rude, liars..."

She was still worried that she shouldn't do this, maybe he was in fact what she thought he was. The look on his face did not appear so though. She was letting her guard down just a little bit, but not to much, she was going to remain still on guard. "If you want to go, then just leave. If not, then remain if you want. Eudoxia is what I have been called for my four years in case you wanted to know who the wacko is you have been near for the past hour or so." With that now said and done, the female laid down on the ground, her green eyes still looking at his one. She had relaxed some and was not as tense or freaked out, still a little worried though, that would not change.

Name ;; Eudoxia
Feelings ;; scared, relaxing, shot mind
Status ;; 562 words

[requiem]

For a brief moment concerned filled the features of the cowardly brute. That fae had just bitten herself. Was she alright? Requiem almost stood to go and check on her. The key word was almost, however, as the brute couldn't bring himself to move an inch from his spot. He was too terrified. Almost every encounter he'd ever had with another canine had ended with his own blood being spilled. He was not about to chance getting too near the female and once again being beaten to near death.

The second her gaze hit his again, the brute couldn't help but tremble. His eye snapped shut for several moments, his minding hoping that maybe the white femme wasn't standing there at all. Wishfull thinking, however, for when Requiem opened the grey orb again she was still there. She seemed a bit more relaxed though, and her tone of voice was more confident. Too bad the brute's own was still close to cracking as he insisted on making a reply. Oh, curse his mind. As much as others terrified him, he couldn't help insisting on imparting some wisdom.

"N-no two creatures are ever the same," he began, forcing the waver out of his voice. "Many I have met lived for absolute destruction, and yet their personalities varried distinctly. I live up to none of the stereotypes placed upon me, and if your life was anything like mine you would understand clearly. Nothing is ever as it truely seems, which is why first impressions have no significance in life." As he spoke, his eye had drifted closed. His posture had straightened and the aura of timidity that surrounded him nearly completely dissapeared. When philosophizing, Requiem couldn't help but calm down. His mind solely focused on his own words, as if the rest of the world and everything around him no longer existed.

Opening his eye, the large brute did his best to offer the femme a weak smile. His fears were still evident, the emotion written all over his face. He had managed to stop trembling and his voice no longer threatened to crack though. And, the tears had stopped wishing to break free and no longer attempted to fall. "You're aquaintance has been an...interresting one to make, Miss Eudoxia," he began to speak again. "Within the three years my sould has graced the earth, I was at one point granted the name of Requiem. If you so wish it, I will take my leave now. Though, I do wish you would take the buck. It is pointless to let a kill go to waste, and I myself am still not quite ready to be able to stomach so much as a small hare."

Requiem did not try to stand just yet. If the femme truely wanted him to leave, he would in a heart beat. He just...wanted to make sure that was what she truely wanted. To stand up now would mean his entire weight would be supported by shaky pillars, and he would probably collapse onto the ground in the heap. To stand and run would easily prevent such an embarressing scene. To simply stand, however, would not be in the brute's best interest. Fear still rooted him to the spot in which sat.

[eudoxia]

She allowed her ears to move forward when the male began to speak. His words trembled and he struggled to clear them. "...which is why first impressions have no significance in life..." A low growl left her jaws and then she forced herself to remain quiet. Sometimes if you didn't look into the first impression, you could be hurt and so Eudoxia had always remained true to first impressions. The male struggled to force a small smile on his jaws and so Eud halfway returned a grin. Once more he began to speak and so she listened, taking in his words that were no longer trembling, but fear still showed. Requiem did not stand or move, he didn't even make a move to do anything which did surprise her.

He had told her to take the buck and her stomach could not take it much longer so Eud rose to padded feet and moved swiftly towards the dead creature. Heavy jaws opened and clamped into the skin, twisting out a small chunk before moving over to the male and laying it at his front paws. "Although you said that you wouldn't be able to stomach much, the least you can do is force down some. You made the final blow, it wouldn't be right otherwise." With that now said, she moved back over to the small buck and sat down to began eating some of the tender meat. She had sat on the other side of the buck to keep an eye on the male.

Eud wasn't sure if she could trust him at all, but was hungry to pay much attention to that right at this moment. Her teeth ripped at the dead animal yet again, jaws twisted to rip the meat from the bone. The wind had moved the branches and leaves around and a sudden glint caught her eyes. It was from Requiem's leg. Her green eyes looked at him before going back to his leg. After a few seconds she went back to eating. It didn't take long before Eud was done eating. She would have to hide the rest away and hope it remained there for other days and still was good. For now, the dead buck would remain where it lay. Green eyes looked at the white male and had to wonder about him again.

Why does he act the way he does? What was it that harmed him so deep that even the sight of another wolf sends him into tremors? The female rose and moved over to the small body of running water and dipped her red muzzle into the water, her tongue ran over her jaws, pulling the blood from her lips. The water pulled it from her jaws and sent it through the water, soon running clear again. She rose from the bank and moved to the side of the white male and sat down, curling her tail next to her body as she dropped onto the ground. Her eyes didn't look right at him, instead she looked at the water. "I just want to know one thing. Why? Why are you the way you are?"

Name ;; Eudoxia
Feelings ;; unsure, pondering
Status ;; 523 words

[requiem]

"If you insist..." His words sounded defeated, especially with the accompanying sigh. There was no way to get around it, was there? As much as he insisted she be the one to eat, she just as stubbornly insisted he have a bit as well. Eudoxia had even gone to the extent of dropping a chunk of meat in front of him. The action had caused him to flinch away, but she was back on the other side of the buck as quickly as she appeared before him, so the unneeded tension didn't last long.

Finally forcing his nerves to calm down, his front paws crept forewards a bit. It was the first movement he'd made since sitting down, other than moving his mouth to talk. Several long minutes passed in which he meerly stared at the chunk of meat offered to him while the femme ate. Finally, he did reach his head down and sink sharp incisors into the chunk of meat. He didn't really taste it as he swallowed, forcing himself to eat it as opposed to actually wanting it. Thankfully it wasn't a large piece, and he finished it with little problem.

Returning to his original sitting position, he managed to sit a little more comfortably as he curled his tail around his paws. As the femme calmed down a bit, he did as well. Granted, he was still rather terrified. It just didn't show as much. Eudoxia posed no immediate threat to his existence, and therefore he could think more before actually executing his actions. His one orb focused intently on the fae as she finished her meal and moved to on one side of him. As she spoke, his head cocked to one side.

"I just want to know one thing. Why? Why are you the way you are?" The question was odd, but not an unfamilar one. Requiem's appearance was not exactly normal, and his behavior was twice as strange. He was not a normal wolf, after all. His existence had been tainted by the hands of heartless humans.

For many moments he sat in silence, trying to figure out the best place to begin. His history was not simple, and the brute was unsure of how to relay it to the delicate femme. Finally, "I was born in a scientific lab, raised solely by humans. I was taken from my mother at such a young age that I don't even remember what she looks like. Humans are strange creatures, set on destroying everything they come in contact with only to try in vain to restore it to what it once was." He paused, taking a deep breath before plunging head first into unpleasant memories. "The humans thought I'd be a good judge of the strength of others. When I was old enough, I was repeatedly brought to a room and forced to fight other wolves...wolves that were chemically enhanced. The battles were fierce, and I never won one. They're how I lost my eye, my leg, and even my life." Yep, Requiem was on his second chance at life. He didn't deserve to walk the earth. "The scientist who was in charge of me revived me with some sort of shocking machine. He also gave me this leg of metal, though it wasn't enough to change my view of things. For the longest time I lived in captivity, so it's only nature my view of the real world is rather obscure compared to others. Every wolf I've ever known took great pleasure in beating the shit out of me, you exempted. And out here, where it's every sorry bastard for himself, it's just a lot easier to avoid others all together."

He let his words trail off as he waited for the information to seep into the fae's brain. It wasn't exactly light, and he wouldn't blame her if she didn't respond for a long while. Requiem's reasons for being the way he was were long, complicated, and nearly incomprehensible to the average mind. Those who had been a part of the experiments or had had contact with humans were familar with their evil ways. Those who simply heard the stories, however, well... Seeing someone like Requiem was probably a very big shock for them. Heck, hearing him speak of his own was sometimes a shock to his own ears. And he still had yet to figure out if his second chance at life was a blessing or a curse.

[eudoxia]

The female remained next to the odd male while the silence ticked away. He seemed in thought so she thought it would be best to wait and see if he would reply. After awhile, words spilled into the air. Some of what Requiem was saying didn't quite make sence. She didn't quite know what a scientific lab was or what solely was. The next few words though told her what solely meant. Words kept spilling in the air and Eud forced herself to quickly go through what he was saying and make it fit together. When he said that he had lost his eye, leg, and life because of humans, the female whimpered softly and laid her head on her paws, trying to sort that out quickly before he went on and piled more on that she would have to think about. Leg of metal, captivity, beating the shit out of me, a lot easier to avoid others all together... Poor guy, no wonder he acts the way he does, that also explains the glint I had seen from his leg.

Eud rose to her front padded paws after a few more silent moments after Requiem's words trailed off. She looked at the male and reached over towards his muzzle and gave him a quick lick before moving over to sit near the dead buck so the male wouldn't be stressed with her next to him. The white fur then was lowered to the dirt again as she laid down to watch him. Some things were so confusing that he had said, but the main points had sunk in which is why she had moved off a little and laid down. This way she was showing that she was not a threat by laying and being lower than his head and trying to keep him from growing really stressed by keeping some distance between them.

Her eyes looked over the male with a slightly different view then before. A metal leg, a history of humans and pain. How he lived through that, Eudoxia would never know. Of course he hadn't lived through it, the male had just said he was on his second life now. "I'm sorry if I made you stress out because of my presence. If you want, I will go and leave you alone. Your past is something I hope never to see for myself and I am sorry you had to go through it even though I know that I will never know in truth what you were put through." She sat up and kept her head low and tail tucked against her side. She was trying not to appear as any form of threat to the poor male who had gone through so much in his life. If he had done that without going nuts she would of had to worry about that because with that much stress, any normal wolf would go crazy.

Name ;;Eudoxia
Feelings ;; sad, confused, willing
Status ;; 487 words

[requiem]

Eudoxia rose to her paws and licked him. She licked him. Her soft, wet tongue made gentle, brief contact with his muzzle before she backed away and laid herself down. 'She licked me.' Requiem's brain could not grasp the concept at all. It was the first time in a very long time, or maybe it was the first time in his remembered life that someone had ever shown him affection before. Others, especially females, did not suddenly lick him. The brute never let anyone get within licking distance. How the white femme had managed to so suddenly lick him had blown his mind.

Requiem nearly fell over in shock. His tongue cautiously peeked from his mouth to swipe at the part Eudoxia had touched. Was it an attempt to erase her touch, as if she had cooties? Her touch had been so foreign to him. The fact that she was now acting so submissive couldn't even break through the stupor that had consumed his mind. It was amazing what one little touch, one little act of kindness could do for a broken, lonely soul.

The brute, one of the most rational creatures of his species, was completely thrown for a loop. He finally managed to stammer out a few words, but they were meerly a reitteration of what was going on in his head at the moment. "Y-you licked me..." Grey eyes stared bewildered at the white femme before him, trying to make sense of it all. He barely made any notice of what she was now saying, his thoughts in too much of a tizzy. He did manage a meager reply of, "I think I unnerved you as much as you did me..." but it was lacking in any profound thoughts he normally would have including.

For several long minutes the brute sat there awkwardly, quizzically staring at the female. Why on earth had Eudoxia licked him? Very quietly, nearly inaudiably beneath his breath he repeated his thoughts aloud. "She licked me..." It was probably the one concept in the world that he could not figure out. Comforting physical contact was the strangest idea to him. Usually when his body touched another, blood was shed and pain ensured. This time, however, there was no pain or blood. There was meerly a light tingling sensation where she had touched his cheek, and the action had left him utterly dumbfounded.

[eudoxia]

He seemed totally floored at the simple lick that she had given him. She remained sitting submissively while he stammered out three words. He was bewildered at what she had done. Had it been that scary for him? Well, he may not of had much good interaction with other wolves, maybe that is why he is so freaked out... Front paws tucked close to her body as her white shoulders lowered to the ground. Her eyes glanced at him in small bursts, not wanting to stare and freak him out more, it didn't appear to even affect him, he was lost right now. Someplace deep in his mind because of one lick. The female remained where she was for many minutes, waiting for him to do something. He just mumbled something and that was it.

Now Eudoxia was getting worried, he hadn't really moved and still seemed rather lost. She whimpered softly and allowed her front paws to move forward and her white muzzle was placed over her right paw as her brown eyes lifted up to his face as the female waited even more for some form of reaction. Still he was lost in his mind from one simple action of touching that did not shed blood. Leg muscles tensed up and she lifted herself into a low stance before she began to move towards the male. Her tail was low and curved out behind her as she moved off, trying to get some form of response from Requiem.

She was keeping low in case he came back to this world, that way she was still keeping a submissive stance for now. A small whimper left her throat as she reached Req's shadow. Paws moved her body closer and she moved to his side before moving her front paws under her body to lift herself into a sit. Eudoxia pushed her muzzle forward and touched his nose with her own. Her wet nose was up against his warm and wet nose. Brown orbs searched his puzzled face, wondering if he would say anything else other than "She licked me..." Until that point, she was just going to remain sitting and waiting.

Name ;; Eudoxia
Feelings ;; wondering, waiting, worried
Status ;; 360 words
OOC ;; sorry about the short and horrible post, I saved part of it and so that is why most may not look right