wandering alone [open]

[timecrash]

Timecrash was able to find herself in this lovely land, wandering curiously alone. Her petite paws carried her tiredly over the range, the grass slightly crushed under the pads. Her golden orb searched for another creature in sight, yet saw nothing. With a small sigh, she searched for a place to rest, and found a lovely spot of moss near one of the few trees. Her bright fur stood out among the grass, the white bright against the dark green ocean. Her blue orb looked around uselessly, the pink skin bright against the dark fur. Although it was a mistake to go after her father, she did not regret it. With a snarly to herself, she laid over the moss, her side resting against the base of the tree. It was quite lovely here. Timecrash was completely content with herself. So utterly peaceful. Resting her nose between her paws, she wrapped her tail around herself, her orb curiously wandering around slightly protective of herself. Licking her muzzle, she sniffed the air, looking to see what else was around. Was that water? Perhaps salt water? There must be an ocean around here. Timecrash loved the ocean. It was one of the most calming elements for her. The shifting, the breeze, the lapping over her paws. She loved it. But right now, her focus was finding someone to talk to, to make a new friend. Something she hadn't done in a very long time.

[diablo]

Diablo

›› The sun was high in the sky, shinning down on all below. It was summer, and with it came hot temperatures and humidity. A light breeze blew across the open grasslands, the long blades swaying to and fro in the warm breeze. Against the pale green blades Diablo would normally stand out since his fur was shades of black and brown. But he kept his knees bent, strolling through the blades quietly and quickly, having the grass cover him like a sheet so he could not be seen. He could smell a group of deer grazing in the fields, and planned to make one of them his next meal. His brown eyes only looked forward, ears perked up wards waiting for the sound of teeth meeting grass to be heard. His torso was only inches from the ground, so his presence would not be known by others. One of his specialties was the ability to stay hidden and quiet, which he worked well to his advantage. The wind brushed against his own fur, sending it to scatter before clumping together once more and protect his skin. It felt good on a hot summer day since there was not much shade where he was traveling.

›› Peering over a patch of flowers he saw the herd, a group of deer clumped together munching at the near by grass. A smile of pleasure curled across his lips, and he lowered himself once more slowly growing closer to his prey. Now he was even more careful to stay both hidden and quiet, nearing them slowly and not once taking his eyes away from his target. It was a doe, separated slightly from the ground and having her back turned to her attacker. He stood only a few yards away, waiting for her to lower her head and take another bite before attacking so she would not know what was happening before it was too late. It was not a long wait, and when she did dip her head to wards the grass below Diablo made his move. He took a few more steps forward slowly to be careful not to make a noise, and then he sprinted the last few yards. The female rose her head and turned to look behind her, only to see a Mexican Wolf lunging toward her fangs and ivories ready to hit soft flesh. She did not have time to run since he was on top of her in an instant, ready to take the doe's life.

›› The others in the herd instantly fled at the sight of an intruder in their lands, scattering in all directions to save their own lives. Diablo bit down hard into the neck of the deer, blood instantly rising from the wound and into his mouth. His claws dug into her sides so he would not slip off of her and also just to inflict more pain on her. She attempted to run, so in order to stop her he found the bone of her neck and bit down as hard as he could, snapping it in half and instantly feeling himself fall as the doe fell on her side. He released his grip on her neck and then went for the throat, hoping to snap the jugular and instantly end her life. Since this part of the neck was softer tissue it was not long before he hit the lifeline and bit it in two. More warm blood spewed from it like water from a hose, and he took a few steps back to lick the liquid from his muzzle. A grin of satisfaction was present on his face as he watched the doe take her last breaths of life before slowly dieing from lack of blood.

›› Once she was completely dead Diablo took a few steps closer to her and started to eat the carcass, enjoying every bite. Things always tasted best fresh. Once he was full there was still much of the body left, and he did not want anyone else to eat what he had hunted down. He kicked it into a patch of flowers with many petals and high grass which would hide it so it would be harder to find. He smirked to himself and moved on-wards, hiding himself in the grass once more. Though up ahead he saw someone, the outline of a wolf leaning against a near by tree. His curiosity was instantly sparked, and he started to move in that direction. Once closer he noticed it was a female, probably some type of gray wolf who was alone. Perfect, he thought to himself as he made himself closer. He was careful to remain behind her so he could not be seen, making his steps hushed and avoiding stepping on anything that would make a noise. He always liked to have the element of surprise on his side.

›› It was not long before he was only feet away from the base of the tree, feeling the branches above give shade over him. He smiled at the sight of the female who was still not aware of his presence. He walked the final steps to-wards her, placing his head by her ear. "Hello there Señorita," he whispered in her ear with a thick Spanish accent. His intention was to scare the crap out of her before moving on. Usually this trick worked, but maybe this time would prove to be different. He pulled his back while speaking again, leaning against the bark of the tree with his side. "What brings you to these neck of the woods?" He had a grin from ear to ear, a sly glint in his eyes. He always thought males were dominant over females and always had to be in charge of the situation. Some females were rebels while others were afraid of their own shadow. Where did this female fall? Well this would soon be learned over time.
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[pedr]

Damn, it was hot today. Pedro hated the heat. He wasn't even sure why he'd come out here into the sun and pollen, away from his nice cool den and soft ocean breezes. He could get plenty of food on his beach, after all. But noo..something had told him to come strolling out here into the tall grass.
Where, of course, he'd promptly gotten lost. Pedro didn't have the slightest idea what he should do now. The ocean was to the south and east..or maybe west..
Well, Pedro had no idea where it was. He was totally lost. Right now the only thing he really wanted was to find a bit of shade to lie down in and cover his somewhat dazzled eyes. The sun was not good for him, especially in this dosage. Usually he spent afternoons dozing in the entrance of his rock cavern, enjoying the smell of ocean wind on one side and the damp coolness of the cave on the other. Here it was mostly dry and..he sneezed again..his allergies were not liking it.
The timber wolf kept going, his yellow eyes narrowed against the bright sun, limping on the paw that was missing his toes. Yeah, that was another reason to stay home..the fact that he couldn't exactly run away if some puffed-up pack wolf or self-important loner decided to give him a run for his money. It had happened before. Not recently, but he did have to run once in a while..
Pedro crashed through a thick stand of bushes, continuing to complain to himself, then paused as he stepped on something that was definitely not ground. Eww. He'd better not have trodden in a patty of some kind. That would just be too much bad luck in one day, even for him. Pedro looked down at whatever he'd stepped on.
Oh, a dead body. How nice.
Pedro hopped off of it, his lip curling in disgust. It was just like some wolves to leave carcasses of deer lying around for others to walk in when their noses were too stuffed up to smell it. The timber wolf sighed irritably and went on, his battered ears drooping.
And stopped, crouching quickly. There in the grass in front of him was another wolf..a Mexican, it looked like. Male. A good big bigger than Pedro was, too, although that didn't mean much. Still, it was probably better if Pedro just turned around and walked away, since there was a good chance the deer he'd stomped all over belonged to this Mexican he-wolf.
Pedro was about to turn and leave again when, by chance, he saw another wolf through the long grass. This one was a small female wolf of the half-grown type. It looked like the Mexican wolf had seen her, too, because he got up and strolled that way with a somewhat unpleasant grin on his face. Pedro helped himself to the nice, sheltered spot that the other wolf had recently occupied and settled to wait.

The Mexican wandered over there and said a couple things. The look pasted on his face was starting to get more suspicious by the second. Pedro really ought to get up and go over there, look like he was doing something other than hiding in bushes while some she-wolf was out in the open.
A faint groan found it's way out of him. Pedro dragged himself upright, almost against his will, and limped out of his comfortable hiding place and into the open. The scarred wolf paused, sniffed once to clear his nose so he could speak without sounding stuffy.
"An' whad would you cats - er, folks - be doin'?"

[santo]

Day 153:

Grasses rustled subtly as a bodily form weaved through the labyrinth of growth. Only a pair of ears could be seen, considering the creature who wandered was crouched toward the earth. The purpose of this action was unknown. There was no pray to be stalked; no predator to hide from, yet the wolf remained concealed with a smile etched across his face. Its eyes were fixed upon a certain point, refusing to look elsewhere. The distance between the wolf and this 'certain point' made it difficult to recognize exactly what had captivated him, but apparently the stalking predator was determined to follow it.

A butterfly. That is what the young male had been so hell-bent in pursuing. His grin grew as he neared it. So far, so good. The insect remained ignorant and unaware of its nearing death, and the wolf, overloading with anticipation, but bound by common sense, wasn't even five feet away now. As if he were a coiled spring, his body tensed into the proper position. He would pounce. In three seconds, he would. Three... two.... on-

"An' whad would you cats - er, folks - be doin'?"

Santo's head popped up as if it were a freshly grown daisy, which resulted in the butterfly departing because of the sudden movement. Mentally kicking himself, Santo inhaled a breath of frustration, felt like yelling it out, but already knew he couldn't, and instead deflated sluggishly. The important thing was, he reasoned, other wolves were near. At the very least, he wasn't alone, despite the loss of the butterfly.

He shifted his gaze toward the gathering. It seemed relatively safe. No snarls or growls, just a lone smug smile plastered on another Mexican male. Santo didn't feel comfortable with the vibes of that one, but couldn't resist his urge for wolf contact. Chasing insects day in and day out can, unfortunately, become rather uninteresting. Besides, the other two appeared to be friendly, he supposed.

Satisfied with his decision, Santo approached, lagging behind the Eastern Timber, and remaining a bit standoffish. With his speaking inability, he felt a bit isolated and vulnerable, which is the reason for his slightly lengthy distance away from the group. Taking a seat among the grasses, he greeted with only a nod of acknowledgment. He knew now of his muted state, and could only hope the others would realize as well... eventually.

[timecrash]

Silently, Timecrash began to regret coming out from her lovely little shelter she'd made only a few ways back. But, she was out here now, so she might as well soak up the summer sun. Her muzzle had lifted up off of her paws, and had started to clean her soft ivory paws. She hated being dirty. She always loved being clean, especially with her ivory side. Perhaps it was just an obsessive compulsion for her.
The clouds were few today, as the sun blazed down harshly upon her fur. The tree's branches were swaying, allowing the sunshine to hit against her fur, causing her to heat up. With a light snort, she looked up, but found out at the wrong time. Even with her keen sense of hearing, she did not hear what came in contact with her.
"Hello there Senorita. What brings you to these neck of the woods?"
a voice was whispered within her ear, causing her neck to twist as the brute walked away from her slightly. With her blind eye, she had issues with not seeing what was coming towards her. And obviously this brute was not looking for something nice. With that smile, there was something else on his mind. Timecrash also noted the blood along the wolf's muzzle, fresh from a successful hunt. She prayed that it was not another wolf. Taking a few breaths, she calmed herself down, only to hear another voice behind her.
"An' whad would you cats - er, folks - be doin'?"
Her face turned once more, causing her to finally give up and sit up. This brute didn't look as bad as the other. He walked with a slight limp, and she had sensed him a few meters away. She could smell another scent, another scent of a brute. Yet she felt no obvious threat from him as she did the other wolf. Obvious scars marred the brute's coat, and she saw that the brute had no toes. That was something new she'd never seen before with her eye. Her bright blue eye rolled along with her dark yellow one, mirroring it's every movement. As she opened her muzzle to speak, she silenced herself once more, her ears lifted and her nostrils slightly twitching as she felt another set of eyes along the grass. She looked up, her eyes glazing over the top of the grass as another wolf padded out, his ears up. He looked young, much younger then she was. He also seemed shy, keeping himself away from the awkward gathering that was quickly forming. Of brutes and a bruja. Great. She was outnumbered again. This was not something she was looking for. Lifting herself up, she stood and watched the smug smile of the first brute, but also kept her eyes out for the other, less threatening brutes. Her guard was put up, but she would not run. She wouldn't let herself this time. She could fight and fight well if need be. Arching her neck, she crained and decided to speak.
"Brutes, who are you all?"
she addressed them all at once, a quick glance around the three wolves, but kept her eyes sharp for the spanish one. She didn't trust him, and for obvious reason. She didn't trust many, and seeing a rogue male that had intentions that she wasn't concent for, her level of trust wouldn't rise.

[diablo]

Diablo

›› Instantly Diablo sensed fear in the female he had just spoken to, which only pleased him more. She should be fearful after all. She turned her head to face his, eyes darting all over looking at his sly smile, blood coating his maw and an evil glint in his eye. The sound of deep breathing met his auds, the female taking in breaths trying to calm herself down. His smile only grew larger. "What is it Señorita? Cat got your tongue?" He asked her, chuckling at his own lyrics since he knew that she would not find it as humorous. She was an easy target, almost too easy. One thing Diablo did during an encounter was scan his victim for weaknesses which he could use to his advantage. He immediately caught sight of her eyes, one being yellow while the other was a pale blue which also seemed cloudy. She must have been blind in the blue eye. A vulnerability which he would take full advantage of. This one had been easy and had not taken long for him to figure out.

›› Though something else seemed to catch the female's eye, which caused Diablo to turn his own head and watch another wolf join the scene. This one was a male, a Eastern Timber who was slightly larger than Diablo himself. He seemed to be around the age of four, though did not seem fit to survive in the wild. When walking he had a limp, and while inspecting his paws he noticed one limb was missing toes. Before speaking he sniffed the open air, a strange noise emerging from his throat before he spoke. Probably sick, he thought to himself. But he was not happy to have the presence of another here. He could not tear this female limb from limb if someone was here to defend her, but just from a first glance this wolf did not seem to be much of a threat. But the question was who did he go after first. After a moment of debating he decided the female was his first target, and she should stay that way.

›› Jaws parted open for lyrics to escape, but the soft thread of paws met his ears once more. Diablo quickly turned his head back to its origional position and noticed another wolf entering the scene. This one did not speak however, just sitting in the open fields and giving a nod as a greeting rather than using words. Damn another one. He seemed to be around a year old, the youngest of the group though posed a larger threat than the female and the ill male. His plans of taking down his female target was slowly slipping out of his grip. He decided to start off by answering the Eastern Timber's question given not too long ago. "We just got here," he snapped, eying over the first male before turning his attention back to the newest arrival. If there was some way he could get himself alone with the female he could finish her off before the others had a chance to defend her. He hated the fact that the "good" guys always had to protect one another.

›› "Where are my manners, I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Diablo." His sly grin returned as he pushed himself off the side of the tree and took a few steps away. He turned around after a few feet and sat down, so now all three wolves were in his sight. This way he could observe everything without missing a single detail. He was particular to keep an eye on the female, knowing well that his glance would make her feel uncomfortable. He ran his tongue over his lips, tasting the blood remains from his previous kill. He wanted to kill them all, hear their screams and cries of pain as he finished them off. But he was smart enough to know he could not take three of them, maybe two but not three. He was patient, and would wait until the time was right. He curled his tail to the side, flipping it occasionally like a cat. For the moment he sat. Waiting.[/blockquote]

[pedr]

Pedro winced as the words came from his mouth. He could have made a more impressive entrance, to be sure. That stuffed-up 'd' had certainly ruined any chances he had of looking fierce, tough, or even like one of these wild wolves that lived out here. It was fortunate that Pedro didn't wear a collar. That would definitely have pegged him as a tame wolf, which..well, which he really was.
He flicked an ear and turned his head sharply, following the eyes of the she-wolf, to see a head pop up out of the grasses and look around. Who was this? Another Mexican, probably, like the sneering one that was over to one side. He watched the young male come out of the grass and sit on the ground a ways off, returning the other's wordless nod. Yeah, that would have been a much cooler and more impressive way to greet the obnoxious male and this female. Too bad the young Mexican had done it first.
For now Pedro mostly looked around, taking in the odd gathering of wolves with some wariness. Two males, both more fit than Pedro is, and a female. Pedro doubted he could fend of an attack from the small she-wolf by herself, much less all of them together. He'd better watch his step and get ready to run.
Of course, Pedro can't really run either...so he'd better watch his step and get ready to say his prayers. If these wolves all..or just one of them..decided to attack, he didn't stand a chance.
"Brutes, who are you all?"[/i]
It took Pedro a moment to realize that the she-wolf meant him. 'Brute' was not a term he was familiar with. Pedro filed it away for later use and studied the she-wolf, noting that she appeared to be blind in one eye. He could tell from the way the small female was peering out of her yellow eye and avoiding looking at anyone with the blue. Pedro had seen wolves like that before, back in his comfortable lab. Sometimes he wondered why he'd ever left. Heating, air conditioning, three squares a day..this 'freedom' crap wasn't all it was cut out to be, that was for sure.
Pedro turned, pressing his ears down slightly as the big Mexican snapped at him in a very rude tone of voice. He half-listened to the wolf say his name - Diblo or something like that - and sniffed hard once again to clear his nose. No, it was Diablo. That made more sense, since 'Diblo' didn't mean anything..
"I'b called Pedro. I live ober that way," he says helpfully, pointing eastward with his nose and hoping that there lies the beach.
Diablo and Pedro. It was only a coincidence, but it was still a bit lame. Hopefully the other male would have a name that didn't end in 'o' and wasn't Spanish.
Pedro sniffs again, feeling a sneeze coming up, and wishes heartily that he was back in his cave..not for the first time that day, either.

[santo]

"We just got here."

Seems like they all had it out for that one Mexican male. Granted, he had no need for harsh, unnecessary tones. Not the greatest method of a first impression. Hell, Santo may be a bit dim in the wits department, but he had learned enough to know what makes a bad apple, and it seemed the others did as well, judging from their analyzing glances.

"Brutes, who are you all?"

Damn. Santo just knew that dilemma would arise sometime. There was no way in hell he could answer that properly. Being a muted wolf, he could neither speak, nor write his name, and even if he were capable of spelling it, what good would it be? No animal could read it, meaning there was no possible method in others saying, or even thinking his name. Pausing for a moment, Santo repeated that statement in his head a few times for clarification. 'No one can know my name...' This took a hefty toll on Santo, who only just came to realize this small fact. What would they come to call him? Mute? Mine? What? Having no firm identity to go by... what would that be like?

His ears flicked backward absently, his face now pulled into a slight frown as the other males spoke of their names, yet Santo was unable to. Perhaps if no one could see him, they would disregard Santo as being apart of this name calling ceremony.

Once the thought had entered his mind, it wouldn't be easily shaken off. Instead of going through the humiliation involved with shaking his head while the others raise eyebrows, Santo eased himself toward the earth, but swiftly, in hopes of no one taking notice. He was quite aware of the smug male - Diablo's new position, but was hoping he wouldn't care enough to inform the other two. And he was also hoping the silence from his end wouldn't provoke search parties.. perhaps they would assume he left... Gee, much of Santo's plan depended on luck.

Now having his body pressed against the earth, Santo waited. The ground proved to be slightly cooler than the surrounding air, and although soothing, the temperature wasn't one of Santo's concerns at the moment. He could only await their response to his sudden disappearance. Without giving much thought, he sighed as a result of both his decline in mood and overcoming boredom. Whether the others heard this, however, depended on many variables... the wind, their hearing...

'Ah, why the hell do I care? If they notice, they notice.. if they don't.. well, they don't.'

Damn, waiting is boring. It forced him to... think about things - important things he would rather procrastinate about. Such as his life.. his brother... what he could possibly be doing at this moment... Why Santo was even showing concern for him... You know, important things.