Across the Borders (Acarapi)

[kiipcha]

Determination and frustration drove her. She had failed three times with her hunting today and she was getting desperate. Not desperate in starvation, but with a need to impress her pack members. She sprinted across the grass and dirt, her paws pushing off with all the strength she could muster. A squirrel darted around in front of her in a reddish brown blur. He scampered around the ground and leaped off small rocks and tree roots. Haze reached out a paw to snatch the squirrel, her eyes lighting up. Just before she could hook the small mammal's side she found herself tumbling, her feet went up into the air and she skidded across the dirt. Stunned, she opened her eyes and found herself staring at the cause of her demise. A large mangled tree root had caught her paw before she could swipe at her prey.

She jumped to her feet, looking around frantically for the squirrel. A chattering sound up above brought her attention upward to see the squirrel sitting in the crook of two tree branches, high above her reach. Haze let out a small sound of distress before standing up on her hind legs with her front paws against the tree trunk. She stretched her neck out but knew she wouldn't be able to reach the small animal. The squirrel chattered louder, and she knew the animal was laughing at her. Outwitted by a pea brained squirrel.

The silvery female put her paws back onto the ground and examined her surroundings. She found herself no longer in her pack land of Shyia. I must have crossed the border without knowing it. Had she heard the stories of the gypsies that roamed the lands she might have raced out of Tiayr as fast as she could, but being a new wolf to the land of Anikira the stories had yet to reach her ears. Haze shook her long pelt to rid it of the dirt she had picked up from her embarrassing fall. It was bad enough that she would be returning to the pack without any food, but she didn't feel like letting the pack know that she had tripped. She continued to lick the dirt out of her fur, her guard momentarily down.

[acarapi]

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Bordum had settled in long ago, the start of summer burning away most traces of desire. It didn't help that he had a pregnant female to look after as well. Sure, he liked Mikko well enough. And her body, oh her body! But she seemed to think their little afternoon delight had made them mates now. It was annoying, trying to do what he pleased only to be interrogated upon returning. Didn't she know that variety was the spice of life? At least now she was too pregnant to really follow him or something. Giving some sweet line about having been put on border patrol, but that she had to stay put because he was "concerned about their darling pups" had been enough to get him away for a while. Psh. As if he actually cared. He would be a father to them, yes, but that did not mean he cared either way how they came out or if they even stayed with the band. They were just another product of a night well spent. Which is why he felt utterly free as he trotted about the borders of Tiayr. He was completely alone and at bliss. The ironic thing was he actually was looking for trespassers. Acarapi knew better than to leave the territory right now, but that didn't mean he could seek out some fun within their lands. That old, familiar ache south of the border was tormenting; it had been far to long since the last time he had a female. Now if only he would be lucky enough to find one wandering about... The elder paused, nose raising as he took a good sniff. His groin throbbed, excitement coursing through his veins. Well what did he have here? It seemed to be the fresh trail of a female, and as he followed it he was far from disappointed. She was a pretty little thing, young too. Just the sight of her had kick started his sex drive. His last time had been with Mikko, and that had been far, far too long ago. So as he put on his most charming smile, intent to lift whatever sour mood she seemed to be in, he sauntered towards her, calling out a sweet, polite, "Is there something I can help you with, gorgeous?"

[kiipcha]

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[bg=000000][atrb=background,http://www.evolo.org/wolf/Haze_fallingwater.png] Haze had finally finished cleaning out the dirt from her hunting attempt when she heard the voice of the gypsy. She jumped out of surprise, biting down on her tongue in the process. The femme winced, tasting blood in her mouth. But she was only momentarily distracted by her nicked tongue as she turned her attention to the tall red wolf in front of her. Haze's silver eyes met his to find herself looking at another pair of silvery eyes. The clashing of the silver orbs didn't last long though as the young femme quickly averted her gaze due to habit. In her birth pack she had been taught to never look a superior straight in the eyes, but the habit had been so well implanted in her that she had trouble looking in the eyes of nearly any wolf. The femme's tongue had finally stopped bleeding by the time she uttered out a greeting, "He.. hello. And no I'm fine thank you." Haze's voice got quieter towards the end as a twinge of fear started to grow within her. She had never met a loner with such a friendly disposition. Haze then brought her attention to how she was standing and how much like an omega she must have looked. Her tail was down and almost tucked between her legs, her fur lay close to her body, and her ears flattened against her head. All of these were made worse by the fact that her eyes reflected a worried feeling. She quickly tried to correct these but only managed to get herself to untuck her tail and raise her head higher. Haze shook her fur slightly in an attempt to loosen her fur from her body with limited success. She spoke once more to the red brute, "Who are you?" (ooc: Woot! First table!)