Back to the Beginning (Zodiac,Elu)

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Scout felt the warm air come over his fur like a ton of bricks. But, they were good bricks. It was nice to be somewhere warmer like this land. He remembered that this was the first place that he had come to, many months ago when he had first arrived here. He remembered all the beautiful flowers and the butterflies and the long naps he used to take in the sun. He also remembered a little puff of white fur that he had met here who was already almost full grown. She was the princess of Haishin and she was the sweetest little puppy he had ever met. Scout loved puppies, something about them made him more comfortable. He himself wished that he could have stayed a puppy for his entire life, how he wished that he could go back.

His long thin legs were trotting through the grass, looking for either something to eat or a place to take a nap. Scout missed his naps, they were so nice and it would be good to warm his fur again. His watchful eyes scanned the area, looking for movement or a nice patch of sun.

There were large game here but, Scout was too small to even think about trying to catch one of those. He was on the lower end of the weight scale for his breed when he was eating regularly but now, that he hadn't been hunting much at all, was nothing compared to a larger wolf. He was almost paper thin. His hip bones were sticking out and a few of his ribs were visible too and even a little bit of his backbone was showing if one looked close enough. He couldn't be upset about it though. He had done it to himself. He promised that he wouldn't hunt while in Akihra's lands and after he left, he couldn't seem to find anything. Scout wasn't the type to mope or complain about things. He would much rather just not think about it and try to find a solution quickly.

Then, he saw something move in the grass. It wasn't anything large for the grass covered it. Scout croutched low to the ground, hunting whatever just moved. He knew it wasn't a snake because they moved differently than rabbits or chipmunks. His sense of smell told him that it was a rabbit as he inched ever so slowly to it. Scout was a fast wolf and had caught rabbits many times before as long as they didn't run into any holes. But, with his weaker body he wasn't sure how long he could keep up with a rabbit. He couldn't even think about missing it. He wasn't sure how much longer he would survive after eating the rabbit let alone chasing it and using a load of energy and then missing it. That thought could not enter his mind.

He crept closer and closer until the rabbit was in veiw. It was a decent sized rabbit, not as fat as Scout would have liked but, it would make for a good meal. The rabbit then heard him and gave chace. Scout was off. Not even thinking, he bolted after the rabbit, letting instinct take over him. He twisted and turned with the rabbit, changing directions so quickly that only a rabbit or, an Iranian wolf could do. Scout's legs began to ache and the little voice in his head was telling him that he was tired but, he knew that he needed to catch this rabbit to live. His brain and his insticts pushed him forward, not letting him give up even though his body told him to stop. He kept chasing.

Finally, he was close enough to the rabbit to catch it. He jumped on top of it with the little energy that he had left and killed it immedietly. Scout never knew that he could be so ravenous like this. It was like he was really an animal. But, he couldn't think right now, he needed to eat. He ate the rabbit quickly in an attempt to restore some of his energy. Then, after the rabbit was only bones and hair, Scout rested his head on his paws and fell asleep. The smell of the rabbit didn't bother him. He was tired and wanted sleep. He probably looked as dead as the rabbit laying next to him if it wasn't for his breathing.

[zodiac]

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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/9cqds6r] Heavy paws left an easily distinguishable trail behind the large brute lumbering across the plains. He’d had his heart set on joining Haishin, but it seemed that the dream was far better than reality, as it usually was. Akihra was just too busy to deal with a brute like himself. Or so he told himself. He lingered in the territory only long enough to head off elsewhere. He had no destination in mind. Just keep walking, he repeatedly told himself. There was nothing for him in Kamari. Not anymore. Despite his slow steps, Zodiac was moving a fair bit too fast for his weasel companion. At times, Baron would leap onto the brute’s back, clinging to the sauntering beast with all his might. But the plains offered little assistance for the small weasel. There were no rocks or trees to climb into that would give him the leverage he needed for that extra boost. So he trailed behind the brute, chittering to himself about Zodiac’s pace. A low whine slipped out of the brute’s maw, followed closely by the grumbling of his stomach. How long had it been since his last meal? Those mice that Baron caught for him certainly didn’t suffice as a true meal, and he was far too slow on his own to catch anything truly worthwhile. Pale eyes scanned the plains, searching desperately for something small enough for him to take down. Small herds of deer were scattered about, munching lazily on the forage provided. The sentries for the herds gave him a warning snort, but didn’t flee at the very sight of the brute. They could probably sense that the great wolf wouldn’t be able to take them down. Zodiac whined again, sinking to the ground. Could he possibly be any more pathetic? Here he was, at the ripe age of five, and he couldn’t catch himself a single meal. How exactly had he survived all this time on his own? It was a puzzle for another to attempt to figure out; Zodiac wasn’t interested. All he wanted was a meal to sit in his stomach to fight off the gnawing hunger. Baron finally caught up to the brute, given that he’d finally come to a halt. The weasel eyed the pathetic excuse for a wolf before letting out a small sigh. “Gimme a break, wolfie.” Zodiac turned to his tiny companion, eyes shimmering with his helplessness. Baron let out another sigh. “Ain’t wolves supposed to have some natural instinct to kill?” “I guess I don’t have it...” Another sigh slipped past Baron’s lips. Really. This brute could hardly be called a wolf. He couldn’t hunt. He couldn’t even think straight half the time. Was there anything he could do? As the thought crossed Baron’s mind, Zodiac suddenly leapt to his feet. The motion startled the weasel into a defensive pose, including a small bout of nervous spitting. Before he could ask the brute any questions, Zodiac took off at a sprint. Baron let out a cry of surprise before bounding after him. The reason? Some instinct in Zodiac had sprung into action the moment he caught scent of a fresh kill. The brute let his nose lead the way. By the time he reached the location of the kill, he already knew there were no scraps to be found for him to steal. He panted heavily as he slowed to a walk, stopping a few yards from where the remains of a freshing killed rabbit lay. With a whine, Zodiac walked over and nudged the mess of fur. It smelled so good! He lifted his gaze from the kill and spotted a larger mass of fur lying not too far away. At first, the bloodlust nearly drove the brute to attack this fur. But something kept him from lunging. There was something familiar about this lump of fur... Baron appeared moments later, breathing heavily enough to cause Zodiac to look at him in concern. The weasel merely shot the brute a dark look, collapsing by the lump of fur to catch his breath. “You do that...again...wolfie...and I’ll...kill you,” he gasped. Zodiac opened his mouth to speak, but Baron cut him off. “So what...got you all...riled up?” “Do you recognize him?” the brute asked, focusing intently on the familiar looking wolf. The furry mass was breathing, that much Baron knew just from being so close. He lifted his tiny nose to the air, just shy of the wolf’s shoulder. It was a scent he recognized, he just couldn’t quite put his paw on it. Zodiac, however, hadn’t seen the wolf’s breathing, and was beginning to grow very concerned for its life. He walked right up to the wolf, nudging him with his nose. “You don’t think...Is he dead?” he asked Baron tentatively. The weasel let out a small sigh, shaking his head. Could the brute seriously not smell that the wolf was alive? Yet another thing to add to the list of things Zodiac could not do. words:: Eight-Hundred and Sixty-One muse:: Pretty good tags:: Scout mood:: Hungry, tired, hungry, concerned, hungry ooc:: I always get carried away with him...Sorry XD

[elu]

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[atrb=background,http://img836.imageshack.us/img836/3953/eluptmid.png] Amber eyes scanned the area, as the large white figure on the boulder glanced all around, taking in their surroundings. This was I’queyer, but more specifically, the Chamoru Plains, a home for some of the lone wolves. The wolf on the rock called himself Elu Elenessë, just as he called these lands his home. He was a rather large brute, standing just over two and a half feet tall, but it was his weight that made him so; Elu was an Arctic wolf, and he weighed in at one-hundred and seventy-three pounds, much more than the average wolf. While his breed generally made their homes in the icy tundra or taigas, Elu was…different. His life had taken a different path than most others’, as his parents had left their frozen home, in order to give their children a better chance at life. Their reason for leaving? An accidental pregnancy; Elu’s parents mated out of season, not thinking that Laina, Elu’s mother, would get pregnant. The result was that the pups would have been born in the winter, and would have perished. So, the two wolves ended up far from their natal home, and as such, Elu was accustomed to warmer temperatures. This didn’t bother him though, as his coat grew thinner than the average Arctic’s. Elu glanced around again, and this time his sharp, yellowish orbs caught something: Another wolf, a male, and quite a small one at that. The white brute grunted slightly – he had never seen such a small wolf. Elu couldn’t know for sure how tall that brute was, but he knew that the wolf was shorter than himself. He stared at the wolf, who seemed to be intent on chasing a rabbit, and blinked. He was also quite tiny length-wise. Elu himself was around five feet in length, but then again, he was born for harsh, snowy lands, while this wolf was obviously build for warmer lands, where he needed to be able to lose heat and run fast. Still, he chuckled at the sight of the wolf, for he had never seen one of his size. But then again, not every wolf was built as bulky as an Arctic. Blinking slightly in the bright sunlight, Elu let loose a huge yawn that caused his maw to gape open, revealing inch and a half long teeth. He glanced back towards the small wolf, and was unsurprised when he couldn’t see him. The brute shook out his pelt and leapt from the rock, and at the same time, he noticed another wolf heading towards the same area as Elu, although he was coming from the opposite direction. The wolf snorted, unsure about how much company he wanted. Although he had been alone for nearly half his life now, Elu was not one for too much company of strange wolves. After all, the only wolves he had ever known were his parents and siblings. He’d come across others eventually, but never stop to speak to them. He left them alone, and they granted him the same privilege. Suddenly, Elu heard the sound of paws, running, and his ears cocked back onto his head as he glanced around – the newest wolf, which was larger than the first, was running towards Elu. He let out a snarl before he realized, the wolf hadn’t even noticed him. He stopped, staring at a mass upon the ground, and he seemed to be worried. The Arctic male crept closer, confused, until he noticed the small wolf on the ground. He didn’t seem to be moving, and as he heard the second wolfs’ voice, he let loose a booming laugh. ”Dead, are you serious?” he laughed, shaking his head and stepping closer. Despite his large size, Elu was gentle as he nosed the sleeping wolf. ”Wake up.” he said, before he took a step back. Glancing at the other wolf, he noticed that a weasel was standing next to him. ”Uh…are you saving your dinner for later, or what?” Elu asked, confused, as he didn’t think a weasel would make a very good meal. He sat down, scratching behind one ear, gazing from face to face. It was too late to turn back now. Words;; 700 on the dot. Muse;; Wow, it was actually good for his first post! Notes;; Haha, Elu is....I don't know him yet xD

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I seemed like Scout had only been asleep for a minute or two but in reality, it was much longer than that. He was just starting to dose off into that deep, restful sleep that he so desperately wanted when he heard footsteps coming. At first he wanted to ignore them. He figured that th intruder would probably think that he was dead or someting and leave him be. Don't get him wrong, Scout loved other wolves and wanted to be in the company of others. It was just that he was very tired and exhausted and honestly he didn't care at this point. Yes, he wanted to live but, he didn't care about much else. He was usually a lazy wolf but, this was a whole new level of lazy. He didn't even want to open his eyes and look at the wolf before him. Of course he could smell the other wolf and, it was a scent that he had recognized. There was also another scent that he had recognized. This scent was not a wolf, it smelled like a weasle. A wolf and weasle traveling together? It must be the wolf from before while he was with Haishin. As far as he knew, the wolf was a friendly and kind creature. The weasle on the other hand, not so much.

Now, he wanted to get up and say hello to the wolf but coun't find the strength or motivation to open his eyes. It was so much easier just to lay here and sleep. He heard their voices, the wolf thought that he was dead. Well, he was not dead. He felt the weasle near him, sniffing him. Obviously close enough to tell that he was breathing. He tried again to open his eyes, yelling at his brain to make them do it but, they remained closed. They hadn't even fliched. He tried to move his legs to and try to stand but that was to no avail.

He had smelled another wolf coming. Was he being ambushed? Was the seemingly kind ad gentle and concerned wolf trying to actuall kill him? Scout had never felt so much anxiety or paranoia in his life. He never worried about anything, ever. Maybe it was because his brain had gone into survival mode. He was dying and his brain knew it. His brain wanted to save him, he wanted to be saved. Scout wanted to live. He loved life. But, was he going to be able to win this battle? He couldn't think about it. He would probably need to join a pack to get all the food that he needed to recover but, who would let him join? He was practically useless as it was and now he was even more pathedic. He was a shaman however and he knew that there were not many of those around.

He heard and smelled another male approaching who let out a booming laugh that was actually startling to Scout but, he still couldn't get to his feet. His eyes did flinch however. He felt a colt wet nose on him. It was nudging him and then he heard words, telling him to wake up. This time, it actually work. Looks like it took an outside source to make his body work. He opened his eyes slowly. The sun burned them but, it actually felt kinda nice. It meant that he was still living and hadn't passed in his sleep. He looked up at the two males and the weasle around him. He did recgonize the first wolf who had arrived and his weasle too but, the second wolf was a stranger. They both dwarfed Scout. He was tiny compared to them. He was only just under 2 and a half feet tall, he was 35 inches long and weighed somewhere between 60 and 65 pounds at the moment. Most of that weight though was bones and such.

He pulled himself up and sat on the ground. Not daring to try and stand. He had a feeling that he would just fall again. He looked at both of them again. Hi. He said in a friendly tone and he smiled crookedly like he always had.

[zodiac]

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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/9cqds6r] While Zodiac was too preoccupied with worrying about the unconscious wolf—his mind can’t focus on more than one thing at once—Baron happened to sense the presence of another wolf. His fur stood on end as his beady eyes scanned the surrounding area. He wasn’t exactly a common meal for a wolf to eat, but the unconscious wolf—what was his name again?—had made the mistake of believing he was such. He hadn’t been traveling with Zodiac quite long enough yet to break from the natural instinct to flee when a wolf made its presence known. As the stranger appeared, Baron dove for Zodiac’s feet, hoping the brute would at least be able to protect him from becoming a meal. Even though he was the dopiest wolf Baron had ever met, most were intimidated by Zodiac’s sheer size. But if he couldn’t throw that weight around... Zodiac yelped loudly when the stranger laughed at him. He hadn’t noticed the brute’s approach, and his obvious surprise was a bit embarrassing. He flattened his ears, trying to look intimidating as he raised his hackles. It didn’t exactly work, especially when he opened his mouth. “W-Well, how was I supposed to know that? He hasn’t moved an inch since we got here.” Even after discovering he was an alpha’s son—through a freak mental episode—his ability to stand tall and proud was nonexistent. How could he act like an heir to a pack when others were so mean to him? And why were others so mean to him? It’s not like he threatened them or anything. When the stranger noticed Baron, the weasel let out a warning hiss. He was outnumbered in this situation and knew when to keep his mouth shut. Zodiac looked down at Barn, confused by the stranger’s question. “Dinner? You mean Baron?” With a hearty laugh, Zodiac looked back up at the stranger, wagging his tail. “No, no, no! You’ve got it all wrong! Baron is my friend! I’d never eat him!” The weasel shrunk further back behind Zodiac’s leg, flattening himself as close to the ground as possible. Even though it was the truth, he doubted that wolf would respect such a foolish notion. A wolf, friends with a weasel? It was quite absurd, even from Baron’s perspective. At some point during the exchange, the unconscious wolf had returned to the world of reality. His eyes cracked open slowly and he eventually rose to a sitting position. Zodiac was overcome with happiness that he rushed forward and nuzzled the smaller wolf, whimpering. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” He continued to assault the poor wolf until Baron nipped him on the hind foot. With a yelp, Zodiac leapt back, falling to his haunches to nurse his new wound. words:: Four-Hundred and Eighty-Two muse:: Okay tags:: Scout, Elu mood:: Startled, confused (what else is new?), relieved, still hungry ooc:: Oh my god, he's so stupid x.x

[elu]

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[atrb=background,http://img836.imageshack.us/img836/3953/eluptmid.png] Elu snorted softly as the small wolf got to his paws, but nodded slightly and took a step back before he sat down. He looked the brute over, and his sharp orbs took in the ribs that stuck out in jarring contrast to the thin, scraggly coat, roved over his back, seeing the spine protruding slightly. He would have flinched slightly, had he not been in company. But no, Elu could not – what would these wolves think if he were to have a panic attack over a stranger not getting enough food? He gritted his teeth slightly, and hoped it wouldn’t be too noticeable. As the wolf spoke, Elu nodded slightly once again. ”Greetings stranger.” he murmured, his tone quiet and level, though without much emotion. Elu was not one to be overly-emotional about things, and meeting a stranger was nothing to be excited about, at least not for the Arctic male, especially not when he’d been alone for over a year. Elu had never actually met a stranger wolf, and had never spoken to anyone but his family, but this didn’t bother him; he chose to be alone, chose to left his family. After all, his parents had new children, his father had a new protégé, and there were simply too many mouths to feed. Besides, he wanted to learn to live from his own experiences, not being guided by his parents anymore. And so, he simply…left. He had told no one, save for his only sister, whom he trusted completely. He knew back then that she would only tell their parents when he was far away enough that they would not come looking. Elu sighed, thinking about his family. He missed them every moment of every day, his heart aching for them, especially his father. ’Oh Ereindir…father, where are you now? What have you been doing since I left?’ he thought, nearly desperately, thinking that somehow, his father could hear his sons’ thoughts. But no, that was impossible…. Glancing back to the weasel wolf, Elu fought back a smile as the brute raised his hackles. The Arctic wolf was much heavier than the other male, and though they were the same height, he had the upper hand in size. He ignored the nervous comment the male spewed, and said instead, ”I won’t hurt your friend Baron. Weasel meat is stringy, and I’d have to pick it from my teeth for the next hour.” Snickering, Elu stood and backed up a few paces, scenting the air. Half of him wanted to hunt, more for the small wolf than himself, but he wasn’t sure how the stranger would take it. Still, he thought it better to try. Nudging the rabbit remains, Elu asked, ”How would you like to hunt with me?” Looking to the second wolf, he added tactfully, ”If you would join me as well,, we could be even more effective. I uh…hurt my paw the other day – a huge thorn straight into it – and I’m afraid I can’t run as fast…” As Elu trailed off, he sure hoped he was making it sound as if he wanted to hunt for himself, instead of just the scrawny brute. After all, who was to know whether or not he would be offended by the offer? So, he was playing it safe, as safer was smarter. Elu glanced at the two wolves, a slightly aloof look on his strong, bold face. He was being kind, which was a slight surprise, as he usually did not care one way or the other. He was never outright rude; he just wasn’t super-friendly was all. Words;; 601 Muse;; It took an hour and a half to do this post x.x My muse sucked. Notes;; My post is bad, and I should feel bad T.T

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When Scout had gotten up, he was almost immedietly smothered with the large wolf that he had seen with Haishin. But, it was a good smothering. The large brute was simply happy that he was alive and franky, Scout was happy that he was alive as well. The larger wolf was nuzzling him and clearly being genuine. Scout just smiled his crooked smile. It felt nice to have someone care about his well-being at least a little bit. He was trying to remember his name but, Scout's memory wasn't the best. He remembered it was something that he had never heard before. It was a unique name but, it was escaping his mind.

Then the weasle that was traveling with him whom Scout clearly recognized from before. The weasle had bitten him and nipped at him as well. He wasn't incredibly fond of the weasle but, he didn't really hate him either. He could understand being on edge and being grump and aggressive when all the company around were talking about eating you.

The white arctic wolf then spoke. He was much larger than himself and a bit larger than the other male in the three. He greeted him, less excited than the other wolf but, it still had a twinge of friendliness to it. He didn't feel incrdibly threatened by the two wolves standing around him. Scout nodded his head in response to the arctic wolf's greeting as if to say "thank you" or "greetings to you as well". Scout had grown used to meeting stranger wolves. Living on his own, he rarely saw the same wolf twice so, he had gotten good at greetings and not angering anyone.

The white arctic male turned back to the weasle and said that he wouldn't eat him. That's a good idea, I already tried that and it didn't turn out so well. He thought to himself, remembering that day that he had left Akihra to deal with all of those loners in her lands. Loners that he had caused. He still blamed himself for causing her all that trouble. If he wouldn't have stayed then, those others probably wouldn't have entered her lands. Scout remained silent as the conversation between the artcic wolf and the wolf that he had met before continued one.

He saw the arctic wolf smell the air. He could also smell the air and knew that large game was in abundance here. The arctic wolf brought up hunting. Oh how Scout would love some more food. A good meal would suit him well. Not that one meal would fix his problem but, it would be good for him to have one. Seeing that the arctic male was nudging the rabbit remains, Scout thought that he was hungry. Scout nodded in response to the white wolf's question. Of course he would hunt with him! Scout couldn't let another wolf go hungry, it was against his morals. I'm sorry about your foot, if it hurts I can get some herbs to help with the pain? He offered to the white male. If he cuoldn't run well on his foot then he might starve to death. It looked like he had been eating fairly well though and it might heal on it own before that but, he didn't know that for sure.

If he would have known that he was going to have company, he probably would have saved some of the rabbit for them or attemped to catch another one. But, this was a better way. Now if they caught something, all three of them could eat like kings. He liked the sound of that.

[zodiac]

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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/9cqds6r] After the pain of Baron’s bite subsided—it lasted a fraction of a second, but he was milking it—Zodiac got back to his feet, circling the Iranian male. From a quick inspection, it seemed as though he was not injured, but he was very thin. It had been quite some time since Zodiac last met with the wolf, and he had been in much better shape then. A sympathetic whine fell from the brute’s maw. His own stomach may have been running on empty, but at least Baron had given him enough to keep some meat on his bones. The sight of this male was just saddening. The big white wolf then commented that he wouldn’t eat Baron. Where Zodiac wagged his tail in relief, the weasel let out a scoff. That’s what they all say, he thought to himself, rolling his eyes. Once the white wolf’s focus turned back to the Iranian male, Baron darted over to where Zodiac stood, once again seeking refuge under the brute’s sheer size. Zodiac gave his companion an affectionate lick atop his head, which earned him a nip to the side of his muzzle. When the conversation turned to hunting, Zodiac froze. The larger wolf claimed to have a foot injury, a claim Baron snorted at, and the Iranian male immediately spoke of herbs. But Zodiac’s mind was still trying to wrap around ‘hunting’. He couldn’t refuse his company a proper hunt—especially given that the smaller male desperately needed a meal. And he certainly couldn’t refuse his stomach which, at the mention of food, had begun to grumble loudly about all the empty space within. “Well now,” Baron chortled from beneath him, “Sounds like quite the dilemma, eh?” Zodiac shot the weasel a Don’t start look. Baron shrugged, focusing his gaze on the two other brutes present. Neither one would believe the claims from a weasel that the wolf couldn’t hunt for himself. Before either one could hear it from Baron, Zodiac yelped out, “I don’t know how to hunt!” He waited, knowing the others would laugh at him. Knowing they would tease him until he simply took off on his own. No! He didn’t want them to laugh at him! He didn’t want them to hurt him! The brute sunk to the ground, whimpering as pathetically as he felt. “I don’t know anything about my past, I don’t know how to hunt, I’m pretty much useless, I can’t even think straight half the time, I’m such a nuisance that I had to leave Kamari because Akihra was irritated by all the loners in her land, which is all my fault because I’m all alone and stupid and useless and—OUCH!” Zodiac’s desperate monologue was interrupted by a sharp bite from Baron. Once the weasel had the brute’s attention, he got right in Zodiac’s face, staring him down. “What have I been tellin’ you, wolfie? All you gotta do is learn!” Zodiac let out a pathetic whimper, turning his gaze to the pair standing before him. One was injured, the other malnourished. Would they be willing, let alone able, to teach him to hunt for himself? The expression that crossed his face was that of pure hope. Hope that they wouldn’t tease him for his inability to care for himself. Hope that he had found a way to start working towards a somewhat normal life. Hope that, for once, things would work out for the better and not the worse. words:: Six-Hundred and Three muse:: Freaking weird, man o.o tags:: Scout, Elu mood:: Terrified, desperate, and hopeful ooc:: His desperation makes me want to snuggle him <3

[elu]

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[atrb=background,http://img836.imageshack.us/img836/3953/eluptmid.png] As the small wolf gave his nod of assent for the hunt, Elu’s slight smile seemed to become even slighter. It was business, was all, getting the wolf to hunt with him, but making sure that he didn’t know it was out of concern. Elu knew that if he was starving and required another wolfs’ help, he would be completely ashamed if the said wolf made it clear of his concerns. For one, he didn’t like receiving outright help – he would rather be guided, much like a teacher would guide their pupil. And as another thing, Elu would be emasculated should that ever happen. Now, he is not extremely male-ish, but he is very proud, and he enjoys being respected, and looked upon as a leader. Being how he is, Elu knew just how to bring up the question – be slightly hesitant, he’d told himself, don’t show your concern too much, make it seem as if you are the one needed the help. Spare the poor brute. So, Elu had done just that. When asked about his paw, however, the white male was taken slightly by surprise. He wasn’t aware that this particular brute happened to be a shaman, and must have known plenty about herbs, so when the question about needing treatment arose, Elu pulled up a blank. What was he going to say? He hadn’t hurt his paw, only an inexperienced hunter would do that! Of course he lied; he’d needed some sort of situation that would mean requiring help hunting! ’Damn it…’ he growled to himself, letting out a sigh. Clearing his throat slightly, Elu muttered, ”No thanks. I got it out earlier today, it only hurts to run.” He dipped his head slightly to the male, adding brusquely, ”I’ll be fine, but thank you.” He looked to the other wolf, which he noticed was an Eastern Timber – but the other wolf, he had no idea what he was. Elu had never seen a brute quite like him. But the answer he expected came, not from the mouth of the wolf, but from his weasel. ”Dilemma?” he probed quietly, looking from Baron and to the unnamed wolf and back again. ”What do you m-“ Elu had opened his mouth to press further, but before he could finish his question, the timber brute sunk to the ground and blurted out some of the worst words Elu had ever heard. He blinked, slightly at a loss for what to say. Elu looked down at the weasel as he suggested that his friend learn, and when he caught the poor brute staring at him, Elu almost turned and ran. He was supposed to feed himself, a starving wolf, and and incompetent one?! He groaned under his breath before taking a deep one in, then realizing it slowly. He thought back to his father at this time. What would Ereindir do? He’d always had talent no matter what he did…he trained his son to hunt as well as he himself did. But would Ereindir have taken a stranger under his paws, and teach him how to hunt? Elu wasn’t so sure. For his father, family as the most important, and strangers were a threat to his family, their food sources and their territory. Elu sighed again, glancing from face to face. ”I’m not sure either of us can teach you. I can show you and offer you advice on this one hunt, but afterwards, I must leave. It is time for me to start my life.” He finally said, his voice strong, definitive; he would not have this talentless brute tag along after him wherever he went, it would not suit him, no, not at all. Grimacing slightly, Elu opened his maw once more. Better get all of the formalities out of the way. ”My name is Elu,” he told them, ”Elu Elenessë.” Words;; 642 Muse;; Terrible, but got slowly better once you idiots stopped chattering XD. Love you. <3 Notes;; Yay, I got over 600 :3

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Hunting was a good thing and Scout wasn't afraid toa ccept help. He knew that he needed help or that he would die. Eating a rabbit everyday wasn't going to get him well. No, he needed more than that. Scout was smart enough to see the bigger picture, to look ahead and to think bigger than himself. He didn't know for sure but something inside of him told him that all of this was happening for a reason. Scout wasn't an incredibly religious wolf but, he did believe that someone, somewhere was watching over him. The thought comforted him at night. To know that this wasn't necessarily the end of the road. That maybe, if there was someone living somewhere watching over him then maybe he could live there too after he died.

Scout was a young wolf. He was just under 4 years old and could possibly live to ten if fate were kind. He tried not to think negitavely, he believed that it was bad for the soul. He alsways liked to see the best in others the best that he could, even Barron.

Scout was expecting to need to get up and get the very large white male some herbs for his foot. Just thinking about having a big thorn go through his paw while hunting made him shiver and almost wanna throw up. But surpisingly, the big male said that he didn't need anything and had gotten some already. Scout wondered if he was also a shaman or if there was another one close by. It wasn't often that Scout got to meet another one. For all he knew, he was the only one! But, Scout nodded his head back at the nameless while male. He didn't really want to pester him about anything. He didn't really wanna do much of anything expect for eat at this point.

As the topic went to hunting, the weasle said something about a dilemma and then the white arctic was about to ask about the dilemma and then the wolf fell to the ground and told them how he didn't know how to hunt. That was odd. Scout had never met another wolf that didn't know how to hunt that had survived for so long. He felt sorry for him. He wanted to teach him but, he didn't know how to teach him. Scout was a pretty good hunter when he was able to take down what he was trying to catch but, he had a feeling that teaching such a large wolf to just run really fast until you can grab or jump on whatever he wanted wasn't going to work well. Scout usually only ate small things. The only time he had ever had a deer was when he was with a wolf named Tolko who wanted him to make a pack.

As the wolf went on, Scout's heart went out to him. No wolf should ever feel that way about themselves. Scout felt inclided to do something about it. He jsut got that feeling that called him into action. This could not go on. Scout stood to his feet, revieling his scrawny legs that he had been sitting on and he touched his muzzle to the other brutes muzzle. He was trying to comfort him in some way. He picked his head back up slightly but still was looking straight into the male's eyes. You are not useless. You were not to blame for the loners being with Akihra. He said with all seriousness but with kindness and compasion as well. Scout knew what it felt like to feel that alone and that down. It wasn't a good feeling.

His attention turned back to the white arctic male who said that he must go on with his life after this hunt. Scout hadn't expected him to stay. Rarely anyone ever stayed with him. Maybe he was destined to be a loner. He then introduced himself. Another fany name. This had been the second wolf he had met with a fancy name. I'm Scout. He said smiling his crooked, toothy, wolf smile.

[zodiac]

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[atrb=background,http://tinyurl.com/9cqds6r] If the words pouring from his mouth weren’t the most terrible thing ever, Zodiac was afraid to hear what truly was. A wolf admitting that he can’t hunt? If he were still a pup, it would be completely acceptable. But he lay before two grown wolves, both of which seemed younger than he was, and yet he couldn’t hunt for himself. The pathetic brute whimpered loudly, swiping a big paw across his nose. He hated that he was so useless and pathetic and helpless. After his arrival to Anikira, Orion had never bothered with big hunting trips. The old male had been on his own for...well, Zodiac couldn’t remember what the old wolf had told him. A long time, that’s for sure. So Orion had never needed to waste energy chasing down a sickly elk or a stray deer. He kept Zodiac fed with rabbits and mice, both of which the blundering youth couldn’t capture on his own. It was a miracle the old wolf had let the brute stay for as long as he had. And back then, Zodiac had had no interest in learning to hunt, no matter how often Orion had pushed. Now, Zodiac wished he had learned. In this moment, he was just as much a nuisance to these males as he was for Akihra in her own lands. The thought made his whimpering grow louder. And when the Arctic male spoke up, Zodiac’s heart twisted painfully. He looked up at the other brute, panic clouding his eyes. “Y-You’ll leave? Just like that?” Expecting the brute to hang around was quite foolish of him, and he learned that later on. But at that moment, it was the worst thing in the world. The Timber brute turned to the Iranian male, letting out a hopeful whine. He earned himself a comforting gesture from the other male, along with words of assurance. “B-But...” He knew he was useless—no amount of encouragement would change that any time soon—but he wavered slightly about the loners. If it wasn’t his fault... ...then whose was it? The two males then offered their names. Hearing Scout’s, Zodiac wagged his tail, lifting his head. “We met before.” He then turned to the Arctic male with a smile. His mood was quickly improving, now that the topic had shifted. “My name’s Zodiac. And this is Baron,” he added, poking the weasel with his nose. Baron responded with a hiss in Elu’s direction before he sprang onto Zodiac’s back, resting his front paws on the top of the brute’s head. “I won’t be of much help,” Zodiac began as he rose to his feet, “but I can probably run faster than either of you.” He eyed Scout sympathetically, not wanting the practically emaciated brute to have to overexert himself. And Elu had mentioned a thorn in his foot. That meant running would be difficult for him....Right? words:: Five-Hundred and One muse:: Okay. Picked up near the end there. tags:: Scout, and Elu mood:: Helpless and useless, then a hint of distraught, before calming down and being all friendly-like ooc:: Me? An idiot? I think not! <3 I had no idea what to write, so there's a bit of useless filler. YAY!

[elu]

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[atrb=background,http://img836.imageshack.us/img836/3953/eluptmid.png] Elu was beginning to regret his words as soon as he had spoken them. He hardly knew either of these brutes! And one was travelling with a weasel? He forced himself to not scoff aloud; instead, he turned his back on Scout and the timber wolf, who called himself Zodiac, and simply stared across the lush landscape of the plains. One of his ears turned backwards slightly as Scout tried to make his friend feel better, but privately, Elu thought it wasn’t exactly helping. He sighed, feeling his face fall into a slight grimace. What had he gotten himself into? Zodiac was starting to become a nuisance, and Scout wasn’t helping the situation much. Elu heard Zodiac whimpering about the Arctic brute leaving, and Elu turned around with a soft growl. No, it wasn’t very often at all that he became angry – in fact, Elu was very rarely mad. He had a lot of tolerance, and most of the time he was very aloof when it came to things or wolves irritating him. But this wolf was testing Elu’s patience. He stood over the timber brute, anger in his golden eyes as his tail rose automatically, arching over his back. ”Yes, brute, I’m leaving after I hunt for your starving friend. You can do as you please, just stay out of my way. What sort of brute are you, old enough to have sired two litters, but hardly experienced enough to even hunt for yourself, for your dying friend?” he snarled, his body starting to shake as his anger got the best of him. ”Does your weasel catch mice for you?” Elu added, glaring down at the small creature; he could have swallowed him whole if he’d felt like it. Shooting a glare back at Scout, he barked, ”How you must feel, wallowing in your own pathetic idiocy as you watch him waste away!” The sound of his voice surprised Elu – he had never, in his entire life, become as angered as he was now. His whole body shook, his voice was raised, harsh and gravelly, he was nearly yelling at the poor brute under his paws, but he just wasn’t able to stop. Elu felt sick, disgusted, staring at Scouts’ sharp features, all skin and bones. It reminded him of his endless hunger as a pup, and it filled him with a blind fury. Turning sharply away, Elu ran hard across the ground, leaping over rocks and small bushes. He reached a small herd of deer that had been grazing nearby, and immediately snapped at them. Bloodlust, anger, instinct and knowledge made Elu an extraordinary hunter; within ten or so minutes he had felled at least three does, and a young stag. Anger still coursing through his blood, Elu dragged each carcass to the two wolves, one by one. When it was finished, he snorted and turned to Zodiac. ”Did you see that, brute? Were you watching closely? You need to chase them, run them down and tire them out, make them trip if you can. You must do this before you make the kill. They have speed, but you have stamina, and strength. If you can run, you can hunt. Power is not always the deciding factor.” Shaking his head, Elu ripped a few chunks out of the deer carcasses before turning once more and running off, seeming to fly over the ground. He would eat most of these, but one or two he would save. He was going to Kamari. He was going in search of a home. Words;; 591 Muse;; Fine~ Notes;; I know this is shorter than usual, but it's only because Elu got pissed xD I wasn't planning on having him leave so soon, to be honest, but as I was writing, I knew his anger had to come out o.o Elu out. </3

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The white Arctic male's voice and attitude changed, rather suddenly. He wondered if there was something wrong with him like, mentally. The white wolf was glaring and being very dominant. Scout wasn't used to being treated like this. This was why he did't want to join a pack. This. Was. Why. He couldn't stand waking up every morning to this again. He remembered when he was younger, his father used to yell at him like that. It brought back horrible memories and as much of a social wolf Scout was, part of him wanted Elu to leave. He was causing problems and making Scout feel uncomfortable. He already felt badly enough today, he didn't need someone else screaming at him.

He looked to Zodiac after Elu went hunting. His eyes were were full of sorriness. Scout didn't like to see other wolves being degraded like that. Elu was only gone for about fifteen minutes before he began dragging a meal back for each of them. Thank you, Elu. Scout was sincere with his thanks like he was with everything else. Scout was a decent hunter, he really was but, the lack of food around was the problem. Coupled with the fact that he hadn't eaten anything for a while on purpose. Elu then ripped a few pieces away before leaving again. Running away. Scout couldn't pay any attention to that. All he could see was a meal that would keep him full for days. He began digging in to the meal that Elu had cought for him. In some ways, it was a little offending but, Scout wasn't that type of wolf. He would take what he could get.

In between mouthfulls of food, Scout looked up to Zodiac. I'll teach you how to hunt. Then he began eating again. He knew that Elu's tips weren't really all that helpful and, he couldn't bare to see Zodiac starve to death or to see himself as he was seeing himself now. It always felt good to help others, that was why he was a shaman.