So, there were some pretty strange wolves around here.
Ahri bounced throuhhout the hills, dancing on the border between Caurus and Tiayr with ease. There were no pack scent markers that she needed to concern herself, at least not ones of a recent pack. Surely wolves had dwelled here before, as it was beautiful, even with the coming winter. Ahri smiled, feeling the wind blow gently against the white fur of her face, rustling it yet not leaving a strand of fur out of place. Days like this, she felt like a princess. This was her castle; the world was her kingdom. How could anyone be so foolish as not to participate in her little fantasy world? Everything was so simple in her mind, where she had been somewhat stunted into the mindset of a pup for several years. Perhaps it was because she never really needed to step up and act like a grown wolf, or maybe it was just in her nature. She was not completely sure.
But in the end, it did not really matter. She was happy, Uruviel was somewhat happy - as happy as she could be with Ahri - and there was not a cloud in the sky. Ahri glanced up and recanted that thought. Maybe there were some clouds, but it was not like it was raining. It was much too pretty and cool of a day to be disrupted by something as annoying as rain. A soft smile graced the femme's lips as she dropped to her back, scratching her spine against the earth to satisfy a difficult to reach itch. She had nowhere to be, and Uruviel would take care of them just fine. What could she possibly need to concern herself with, bears? Wild cats? A herd of elk? The femme snorted and puffed out her chest. She was invincible against those sorts of things.
Since Ahri had never truly faced anything difficult in her life, she thought everything was as simple as breathing. She could go up to a new pack, charm her way in, find herself a mate to settle down with, a raise a family. It was as simple as could be. Everyone would go along with her because she was just that charming, right? No one would dare challenge such a sweet, sensitive femme such as herself.
So what else was there for her to do? Maybe she could go take a swim, but it was a little chilly for that. Perhaps she could chase some bunnies. Ahri grinned; that was one of her favorite pastimes. Who could pass up a good game of cat and mouse? She always wound up catching the rabbit in the end, and the little snack was a bonus as well. She absolutely adored the taste of rabbit, minus the fact that most of them were too small to make any dent if she was hungry. Instead, she would just hang around until she was really hungry, and then Uruviel would take care of things. She would not allow their body to go hungry. It was somewhat pathetic just how much Ahri depended on the older, more mature mindset inside her. How else would she have survived, and not have been killed by a roaming loner, for this long?
Count | 547 words Muse | Alright. Tags | None. Notes | I need to develop her more. Who wants to help me?
Last Edit: Oct 30, 2012 13:27:11 GMT -5 by Deleted
A light wind ruffled the dark fur of the brute perched atop Zozyr’s Glory, rousing him from what seemed to be a lengthy daydream. The brute blinked several times, the feeling of sandpaper grinding against his eyeballs as he did so. He let out a long groan. Just how long had he been there for? The protests of his muscles indicated he’d been sitting in the same position for some time now. And the rumble of his stomach told him he hadn’t eaten for probably longer. The dark beast stood with difficulty, stretching out with a deep breath.
Chaos looked around, trying to get a handle on reality. The bleeding mass that was his most recent victim was no longer bleeding, let alone recognizable. Some time during his conscious slumber, the scavengers had torn the wolf’s body apart. All that was left was tufts of fur, bones, and what scraps the scavengers didn’t want. Chaos stared at the remains before yawning as it all came back to him. The fight in the storm. The near death experience of falling off the cliff. The sheer luck of that window of surprise. It had been days since that fight, perhaps longer.
Where was his next opponent?
Was he really expected to seek out his victims each and every time? Even Dihren—that had been his name, yes?—had come to him. He had hoped by waiting his opponent would appear, ready to die as the other brute had been. But no. Chaos was alone on the stupid cliff. Alone and hungry. With an irritable growl, the brute stalked off, ignoring the constant protesting of his muscles. It was the longest he’d ever gone without moving, given that he was always chasing the tail of some femme. But he hadn’t seen any femme’s in a while, other than that Vega character. What an encounter that had been. And then, instead of remaining in I’queyer, Chaos had gone north in search of blood.
Now all he wanted was a fresh meal. The dark brute made his way down the cliff, into the rolling hills that divided the northermost territories. The air was cool and inviting, practically giving him the boost he needed to begin his hunt. In this temperature, he would need to work his muscles to keep himself warm. And his favorite rigorous activity was chasing down some helpless animal and making it his victim. Whether he killed the victim or simply had his way with it all depended on the creature he targeted. A wry smirk formed on the brute’s maw as he trekked over the many hills. Oh yes. It all depended on what he found first.
And as luck would have it, he came across another wolf first. And a femme at that, he added in thought, the smirk widening. Her pelt was in striking contrast to his own, reminding him temporarily of the good lay he’d had atop the volcano. Was this the same femme? He lifted his nose, tasting the air. No. This was a different femme. Younger, even. That alone made Chaos sigh deeply. Why did he always come across the young ones? He could hardly have his fun if they were that young. Breaking them was fun, no doubt, but damaging them beyond repair was just plain cruel. Besides. Those were the femmes that clung to him like newborn pups.
Gross.
Chaos nearly continued on, leaving the young femme to do whatever it was she was doing. But perhaps he could use her after all. A femme all on her own would need to keep herself alive, would she not? That meant she had to be able to hunt, even if it was only small game. If he couldn’t get pleasure out of her, he could at least get a decent meal. And it was a win-win situation. He would be more than happy to share a kill (Especially because she is a fine piece of tail). Knocking that thought to the back of his mind, Chaos strolled over to the femme, dipping his head and wagging his tail some. He may as well milk her for all she was worth. “Are you alone, little princess?”
words:: Seven-Hundred and Thirteen muse:: Good <3 tags::Ahri mood:: Sore and hungry ooc:: Only he would be stupid enough to stay on top of a cliff for days on end -.-
The femme nearly bounced in excitement, watching as a black wolf crested the hill and wandered toward her. Ahri was incredibly excited, nearly to the point of bursting, at the thought of yet another companion. Perhaps the last brute had not been the nicest, but that could not be the case again. She had to have some good luck eventually, right? Well, at least that was how Ahri saw it. The white femme smiled broadly, her tail wagging in welcome at the brute that, despite his daunting eyes. They gave her the creeps, the way they seemed to follow her. Ahri shivered under the brute's gaze, staring at him with a slight tilt of her head as he asked her a strange question.
“Are you alone, little princess?”
"Well mister, I'm never truly alone," she retorted with a flash of her canines in a slightly twisted smile. Ahri could tell that he was messing with her, and she did not liked to be toyed with. Whatever his intentions were, they were less than honorable, and she did not approve of that. Boy, he would not like it if Uruviel decided to come out to play.
Ahri's bright green eyes stared innocently at her opposite. They were like yin and yang; black and white, innocent and mischievous. It was really quite the site to behold. She may have been younger than the brute, but the only way he truly outsized her was a meager difference in height. She was clearly more built than him, and her time wandering alone had not done much to damage her image. She always kept her fur perfectly cleaning. Not a strand could be left out of place; that was just the way it had to be. "Now mister, why in the world would you want me to be alone?"
Her tail flicked slightly as her eyes narrowed at the brute. "Do you think I'm a nice target, hmm?" Uruviel snapped at the brute, her lip curling back in a snarl as she backed a few steps away from him. "Because you clearly went looking in the wrong place. I am far your superior and I could waste you like the dozens who dared to challenge me in all my years." To an outside listener, this statement would seem exceptionally odd due to Ahri's young age. Yet Uruviel carried four times the age as her counterpart, rendering her a formidable foe and an excellent crutch in the most dangerous of situations. "What is it that you want, brute? You are not the first to approach me, and I am sick and tired of the facade everyone puts on."
Uruviel was not in the mood to deal with bullshit excuses. She wanted to get down to business and figure out exactly what this brute wanted. The last male obviously had issues of his own, and she would not put it past this brute to be of similar mental stability to the male who mistook her as his daughter. What kind of wolf cannot even identify his own daughter from a complete stranger? she thought incredulously, still blown away at the completely ridiculous encounter. She kept her eyes trained on the black brute, poised to run if the need arose. She did not trust him, and most likely rightly so. All these lone wolves had an agenda; it was how she played into it that she did not know. She hated surprises, and she certainly resented a lack of planning. And so a myriad of situations rushed through the alphess's head as she plotted for any and every end result that could come from this. She would not be caught off guard again.
Count | 626 words Muse | Good. Tags | Chaos. Notes | I think I'm starting to get more into the swing of her now.
The little one seemed more than happy at his arrival, almost as if she had nothing better to do than greet strange wolves that wandered too close. It both intrigued and puzzled Chaos. He didn’t really hate being greeted in a friendly manner, but it wasn’t purely friendly, was it? There was an innocence about the little femme’s aura that screamed she was too young to know better. Was it too late for him to turn and run?
She answered his question in a way that baffled the dark brute. She was never truly alone? What exactly did that mean? Chaos tilted his head to one side, then the other, as if the answer would be made clear. Nope. He was completely lost. She was looking at him innocently, making him groan internally. That look simply killed him. If only she were a year older...maybe two. Oh the things he would do to her then... But no. Even a sex-crazed beast such as himself had morals and standards when it came to such things. For now, he would have to curb his interest.
Besides. He was more hungry than horny, a first for the dark brute.
Her next question also caught him off-guard, making him furrow his brow. “I wanted no such thing, little princess. I saw you were here alone and wanted to make sure you weren’t lost.” There was a genuine tone to his voice, shocking even him. Then, suddenly, the little femme’s attitude changed. She snapped at him, growing defensive in a flash as she stepped back from him. He gave a startled look, baffled by her reaction. “Is it really that hard to believe I was merely concerned for you?” If she had known who he was, she would have answered that question in a heartbeat. Luckily, she didn’t.
The next words to pass the femme’s lips were stranger still. Chaos looked at her seriously. “All your years?” His truly colors began shining through when he let out a snort of derision. “You are nothing more than a pup to my eyes. Or are you simply mature for your age?” Chaos smirked. Her odd behavior was pushed from his mind as he looked at her. It wouldn’t have been the first time he encountered a strange one, nor did he believe it would be his last. Let her believe she could end him. Had he not, mere days before, ended the life of another who likely had more experience than this little thing? Yes, he had. She didn’t frighten him in the least.
Yet she still spoke as if she had years on him. Chaos sighed deeply, dropping any friendly appearances he may still have. It was clear she didn’t want to listen to anything he had to say any longer. He wasn’t exactly lying about his intention—he truly wanted to make sure she wasn’t lost—but it was obvious she had noticed he had another intention. He dropped his eyes for a fraction of a second, focusing on her snowy paws. He then brought his gaze up again, locking with her bright green eyes. “Fine. The truth then. I’m hungry and seek your assistance in taking down a kill. Is the little princess a capable hunter or shall I be on my way and leave you to your frolicking?” He didn’t bother to hide the mocking tone in his voice. The “older” side of her seemed the type that didn’t like to be put down—given that she supposedly had years on him. If he could just use the right method, he had no doubt he could bend her to his will. And for once, his will was to his stomach.
words:: Six-Hundred and Thirty-Five muse:: Pretty good tags::Ahri mood:: A little baffled by her odd behavior, but he's too hungry to really care XD ooc:: He's just going with the flow of her odd behavior. Sadly, she's going to intrigue him about as much as Meridian does XD
"No more than a pup?" Uruviel snarked back, thoroughly irritated by this brute's obviously condescension. It was halfway crossing her mind to slap some sense into this brute, just to show him how little he really was in comparison to her. Regardless of how he thought of himself, she was more experienced. That much, she could guarantee.
The brute finally revealed that he was searching for a hunting partner, and Uruviel was more than happy to oblige. However, his presentation was severely lacking. "I am nobody's princess but my mate's," she snapped before cooling off slightly. "I will hunt with you this once," she conceded, the growling in her stomach spurring her to agree to the arrangement. She needed sustenance, and this brute was giving her the option to reduce some of the workload on herself and to simply be able to enjoy the hunt. It was a tempting offer, and it was much too appealing to turn down. "Are you kiting or me?"
In the alphess's opinion, it was much simpler for hunting in a pair if one individual guided the intended prey away from its family while the other incapacitated it from a designated point. If this brute could successfully execute one of the positions, Uruviel would be able to hold up on her end. Whether or not he even knew what she referred to was only to be told with time. "I don't want to be at this all day, and I'm sure I can find a capable hunting partner elsewhere if this is a bit too much for you," she taunted the brute in return, her eyes glinting with challenge. "Pup," she snorted under her breath.
It did not matter that this young body was her's at the moment. She was tired of being looked down on because of the age of her body. Uruviel's mind was more than capable of doing whatever she desired, as she had enough life experience to dash most of the wolves on the continent. She could not remember the last time she saw a wolf that drew even remotely close to her actual age, and it was really quite pitiful. Did these wolves not know how to maintain themselves? Or were they just too busy killing each other to see that a life could be well-lived alongside with longevity?
It did not truly matter. Whatever the case, she was going to be fed. Even if this brute was a total ass the entire time, so long as she gained something from it, then she was content to let it continue. Uruviel was still very wary of the brute, but she would give him the benefit of the doubt for the moment. However, if he kept mocking her the way that he was, she would be sure that, if they stalked a larger animal, she would let the beast get a kick or ram against him to make her point. It would be a win-win; watching the brute get his ass handed to him and landing a meal in the process. Nothing pleased the alphess more than killing two birds with one stone.
Count | 532 words Muse | Alright. Tags | Chaos. Notes | Ahri took a real backseat on this one. It was actually fairly difficult for me to finish.
Chaos could hardly believe he’d managed to stumble upon a little femme so entertaining. He still wasn’t entirely sure if she simply had two sides on the same coin, or if she just had a very short fuse. Either way, watching her snap with rage at his comments was tickling his fancy. Cute and angry. Now if only she were a little older... It was astonishing, really, that Chaos was able to keep that single thought in circulation, especially given the way the femme was acting. She looked like a young piece of tail, but she was saying things and acting as if she could swallow him whole (which in and of itself was an intriguing idea to the brute). But somehow he was able to keep his libido in check, an achievement on the top shelf for a brute of his caliber.
She clearly didn’t like him calling her ‘little princess’, and the retort she gave him made him grow even more intrigued. There was simply no way a femme as young as she could have a mate. Perhaps she had fallen victim to a male like himself and she simply believed she was that brute’s mate. Chaos let out a low groan. So she’s the clingy type after all... Yet another reason he was glad he kept his paws to himself. Chaos nearly chuckled when the femme agreed to a hunt. She made it sound as if he should be honored to be hunting with her. He could have just as easily walked on past and let her starve to death (though he really doubted such a thing would actually happen). She ought to be the honored one. He rarely conversed with others aside from getting some action, be it a fight with another male or a little intimacy with a female.
But no. He let it slide. Femmes were strange creatures, and if he said something that really pissed her off, she’d just up and leave. Not that he couldn’t handle a measly hunt all on his own. It was just easier to take down bigger kills if there was more than one killer involved. And Chaos was not in the mood to dine on rabbits. He wanted deer. Or elk. Hell, anything that was big, could kill him with one kick, and tasted deliciously amazing would be fine with him.
The femme spoke up again, yanking the brute from his thoughts. At first, he hadn’t the slightest idea what she meant. Kiting? Such a strange word. But then he kind of assumed she was referring to the one who did all the running. If it meant he got to make the kill, then he’d be more than willing to...what was it, kite? Chaos smiled charmingly at the femme, dipping into a near bow. “I suppose it would be too much to ask you, wouldn’t it,” he lifted his eyes to her, smirking like the devil, “little princess?” The sole fact that she despised him calling her such was the reason he continued to do so. Her reaction would likely entertain the brute, though he seriously hoped she would not take offense. He just wanted to tease the snippy little femme.
She didn’t remain quiet for long, even issued him her own little challenge. Chaos arched an eyebrow. “Is that so? I would love to see you find another hunting companion around here.” He was unsure how many loners were roaming the northern territory, but he assumed it was only the two of them for a few miles in any direction. Or, rather, he hoped. He always seemed to come across femmes when there was nobody around to hear them scream. It got his inner demons working overtime, wondering how much their little bodies could handle the pain. But not this time. This time, he could care less about a little femme’s screaming. All he wanted was a meal in his stomach, and if that meant he had to work alone, then fine. But he wasn’t about to let her think she could outsmart him.
Chaos started off, not bothering to see if the femme was following him. After his biting words, he would hardly be surprised if she decided to bail. But regardless of her decision, he needed to find a place to scope out his next meal. He trudged to the top of one of the hills, sniffing the air. There was a herd just north of where he stood, and he started trekking that way. He kept a quick pace, never once looking back for the femme. She would be able to keep up easily if she decided to follow, what with her youthful energy. The thought made Chaos snort. A young wolf who believed she was older than he was. She was obviously delusional.
words:: Eight-Hundred and Fifteen muse:: Okay tags::Ahri mood:: Hungry ooc:: Totally flopped at the end there DX
This brute was doing everything in his power to irritate the alphess. It would not be long until she snapped. At least, it would not be long until she snapped if she were a two year old. But the femme was much more experienced and had her patience tried by multiple litters of pups. There was not much that could get so far under her skin to make her snap any longer. She would put up with this brute, and then she would be on her way. She was tired of his poking and prodding at her, and the more he did so, the angrier she became. It had been quite some time since she had lashed out in anger; the last time, the opposing wolf did not have much of a body left.
It had been so long since that great war... The alphess found herself fantasizing about her life with Lexäth once more before realizing that she was no longer there. It was always a smack in the face to find that she was ripped so cruelly away from her life and thrust into this meaningless world. One day, maybe she would come to terms with her loss. But right now, she wanted to get back to her pups and her mate. Uruviel knew that her pack needed her, wherever they may be. She would find them eventually, and it was only a matter of time before they were reunited.
"Ummm... what did you say?" Ahri stammered back to the brute with confusion flashing in her green eyes. "Princess? I guess I can be a princess!" she giggled in amusement, though the next comment from the brute's mouth confused her even further. "I'm not looking for another one. Let's just get some food. I'm hungry!" The chipper smile on the femme's face was a far cry from mere moments before. She was rearing to go, regardless of the nagging in the back of her mind. She was safe with this brute. After all, he had not done anything yet, right?
She smiled, watching as the brute took off without another word. She bounced off after him, though there was much more grace in her steps than before. She refused to scare off any potential prey by galloping through the hills, trampling the ground and scaring off any red meat within a half mile. Ahri may not have been the most skilled hunter, but she was adequate. The brute would have been better off with her alter-personality, as Uruviel was a much more skilled hunter than Ahri ever hoped to be.
Ahri's footsteps fell in sync with the brute's, and she quickened her pace in order to catch up with him. "So what's the plan, mister?" she inquired with a youthful innocence about her. She was the picture of young in her current state. Since she heavily depended on Uruviel for her survival, she was interested to see just how this hunt would go. Likely, she would scare away or miss her mark and would anger the brute. But hopefully, like every other time, Uruviel would take the reins and make them both look good. It was what she depended upon. If she was going to have to live with this awkward arrangement, then it was best that she would benefit from it as well.
The pure white she-wolf was an eyesore amongst the green of the hills. It was unlikely she would be able to blend in with anything. So how exactly did this brute expect for her to get around that? Or was she going to be giving chase to the prey? It was all so exciting, and Ahri was jittering with anticipation. It was rare that such hyperness would arise in front of a complete stranger, but he had asked her to hunt with him! It had been so long since she hunted with anyone except her birth pack. Maybe Uruviel would actually let her take this time to learn something. Maybe she would actually be useful without her second personality intervening. And maybe, just maybe, she could find someone who cared for her one day and did not care about the other wolf inside her.
It was a fantasy world for the femme. At this point, Ahri had completely tuned out her male companion, as there was little to no contribution from him to her happy little world. Here, she could fantasize about the future and how it would turn out well for her. Eventually, maybe she could have the life she wanted. And maybe she could become something important! The chipper smile plastered on the femme's face was likely to become annoying, and quite quickly at that.
Count | 795 words Muse | Good. Tags | Chaos. Notes | She's turning out to be rather interesting... XD She's rather spacey, too.
Whiplash. This little femme was giving Chaos whiplash something fierce. One moment, she’s this cute and adorable pup, bouncing all over the place with an innocent sparkle in her eyes. The next, she’s snapping at him, claiming to have years of experience on him, and a mate somewhere to boot. And then the next, she’s back to the bubbly little piece he encountered in the first place. His head was spinning in his attempts to keep up. At first she doesn’t mind him calling her princess. Then she hates it. Now she likes it again? Why the hell couldn’t she just pick one? It had Chaos begging to Fenris that he could survive the hunt. Then he could book it.
He could only deal with so much crazy in one day.
The little femme kept pace with him quite easily, the bounce in her step giving him enough evidence to point towards her being the younger side of the coin. Could the younger ego even hunt? Was he going to be on his own for this? The dark brute sighed deeply, shaking his head lightly. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d hunted alone. But if he left him hanging in front of a herd of elk, his life might very well end. And he’d just claimed victory over a skilled opponent. To be taken down by a meal was lame. He wanted to die grappling with the strongest foe on the entire continent. Maybe take the enemy down with him. Then his name would be uttered in packs all across the land. Yes. That would be a fate he could live with.
A deep sigh escaped the maw of the dark brute as the little femme asked her question. The plan? This hunt was not going to end well... “The plan, little princess, is for you to stay right here until the exact moment.” Chaos looked her over, puzzled yet curious. She was trembling slightly. Excited? Nervous? Her attitude changes were so hard to follow... One moment, she’s the epitome of confidence, acting as if she were far superior to himself. And then she’s jittering like a pup going on her first hunt? Chaos shook his head. His brain was going to explode if he tried to keep up with her. It was easier to just go with the flow of things. Ignore the personality changes and just answer her question with enough details to not get either of them killed.
“I will draw the attention of the herd. At some point, I will isolate a single doe. That is where you will come in. Try and take her by surprise and we will feast well.”Unless you manage to fuck it all up. Then we’re screwed... But there was no reason to say that to her. If she was nervous as it was, telling her not to fuck it up would only make matters worse. She’d likely show herself at the wrong moment, and he’d find himself looking up at the exact moment a hoof comes crashing down... Chaos shuddered violently. He was a creature that usually didn’t know fear. But the thought of his life ending by a blow to the head was simply terrifying. And what were the chances he didn’t die right away? What if his brain slowly swelled with blood, killing him as painfully as possible? While that would give him a certain pleasure, it still fell under a lame way to die.
Chaos sighed deeply, staring at the little femme. She was gone, lost in her own little world. The grin on her maw was evidence of that. Chaos would be surprised if she’d even heard his orders. While he didn’t want to repeat himself, he wanted to make sure this hunt went smoothly. “Pup!” he barked loudly, in a dominant tone he very rarely used. He preferred his sweet, lying-through-his-teeth tone. Acting all responsible and stuff was way out of character for the dark brute. Maybe there was a part of him that wanted to ensure the pup’s safety. Ugh. He was going soft... “If you don’t pay attention, I really will leave you to hunt for yourself.” As much as he tried, the brute just couldn’t smirk or let his tone grow flippant. He was actually serious. It was unnerving, and he didn’t like it. The sooner she paid attention to him, the sooner he could go back to his sarcastic, sweet-talking self.
words:: Seven-Hundred and Sixty-Seven muse:: Decent tags::Ahri mood:: Lost to her personality changes, annoyed by her lack of focus ooc:: He doesn't like how this femme makes him act XD Oh. And I wasn't sure if you wanted the NPC account to play the herd or not.
Ahri smiled and stared about aimlessly, unable to keep her focus on this wolf for very long. He was not the most entertaining wolf she had ever encountered; therefore, he did not command her attention. It was because of this that anything the brute said in the last three minutes went completely over her head. The only thing she gathered from the conversation was that she was to stay put. That, she could do. She grinned and nodded her head eagerly, interested to see just how this went. Without Uruviel in control, it would be good to see if the skills she had somehow had rubbed off on her mind. Maybe she would be just as skilled as her older counterpart. If not, she at least had to have some instincts and muscle memory, right?
The femme hunkered down into the brush, barely acknowledging that the brute had not only referred to her as a pup, but that he also indicated he would leave her to hunt for herself if she did not pay attention. "Alright mister," she mumbled dismissively, as if she were a scorned pup. She did not like to be treated as such, but he was obviously a more skilled hunter, and likely fighter, than herself. Ahri could barely hold her own, and she knew better than to anger a wolf that was far beyond her own abilities. She would be lucky to get far in front of him if he decided that she was actually the prey.
Ahri's fluffy white tail wagged ever so slightly as she gazed up at the black brute. She was interested to see just how this would go. Would he be able to single out a member of the herd without getting himself trampled? And most of all, would she be able to take the necessary action to bring it down? Go for the throat. Lock your jaws into the meat of the throat and tear, she reminded herself. Her pack had continually instilled the idea that the throat was the weak point of the hooved prey. She could not fight against their hooves; those would knock her out and flatten her if she got in their way. Instead, she needed to come from the side and sink her fangs into the side of the neck. It would be away from the hooves. Stay away from the hooves, she chanted repeatedly.
Maybe this would all turn out okay in the long run. She was a mature adult. She could do this. There was no reason she could not. Just because Uruviel had handled their survival did not mean that she was not equally capable, right? The twinkle returned to the femme's eyes as this realization hit her. She could do whatever Uruviel could. It was her body; Uruviel was just in control once in a while. She commanded this hunt. She could take the doe down. She could do it, and she did not need Uruviel to do it for her. The repeatedly positive thoughts rushed through her mind as Ahri continually reassured herself that she was, in fact, a capable wolf and could do this hunt with the strange brute without any intervention from Uruviel.
And so the femme believed she was ready. Glancing up at the black brute, she confirmed her internal decision, "I'm ready whenever you are." Her voice mellowed out quite a bit, the solemness of the hunt settling over her. If she failed, it would not only cost her, but also this brute, their meal. There was a lot riding on this, and she could not afford to mess it up. She could do this, right?
Count | 613 words Muse | So-so. Tags | Chaos. Notes | I think we can do an NPC post for the herd. Sorry this wasn't very long; I'm actually at a friend's house and just wanted to get the post up for you =P
Last Edit: Nov 11, 2012 14:54:45 GMT -5 by Deleted
How had Chaos gone from killer extraordinaire to being some pup’s baby-sitter? It was all because he had the decency to strike up a conversation with the little thing. See? This is why he avoided such confrontations. He knew just by looking at her that she was far too young to satisfy his urges (not that he had any of those when he first laid eyes on her), and so he should have just kept on walking. But no. He had to be all polite and stuff, and ask if she wanted to join him on a hunt. In a roundabout sort of way. In fact, he would have dragged out the sweet talking a little bit more had it not been for her abrupt personality change.
Right about now, however, all she was doing was giving him a headache. The vacant expression on her face made it very clear that just about every word he was saying to her was going right over her head. When she nodded, however, Chaos gave her a wary look. Why in the name of Fenris was she nodding? Was she affirming she heard him? He hadn’t asked her if she had... The dark brute let out a deep sigh. Whatever. So long as she followed the orders he’d issued her, he would have no major issues with her. For now. After the hunt... Well, that all depended on her performance.
Chaos crept forward, pleased that the little femme had lowered herself into the brush. It was clear from her hunkered-down position that she was ready to go, and the determination in her eyes made Chaos believe he could actually rely on her. Somewhat. He would never trust her with his life, but trusting her with taking down prey seemed simply enough. And perhaps it could be the start of something. She didn’t seem to have any attachments to a pack, and Chaos could always use a hunting buddy.
The dark brute started, stunned by his own train of thought. Did I just..? Why would I..? He shook his head, glancing at the white bundle of fuzz at his side. There was no reason to extend the invitation further, even if she did prove useful in the hunt. He was not a pup-sitter, and he never traveled with another wolf for more than a few days. And that was only because he needed to continue scratching an itch. What long-term benefits would he gain traveling with a pup? The only things he would gain would be a headache and whiplash from her odd behavioral issues. Besides. If he were to grow accustomed to the pup’s existence, she would hold his entire being in her paws. If she left him, he would follow her to the ends of the earth like some love-struck pup. He was not love-struck. Nor that desperate.
The little femme’s words brought Chaos back to reality. His hackles had risen, and a low growl was rumbling in his chest. He quickly got himself under control, and sighed deeply. “Then let’s get this started, shall we?” With the finesse of the powerful beast he kept dormant, Chaos broke from the brush, snarling fiercely at the herd of deer grazing in the hills. His legs propelled him forward, attempting to scatter the now-frightened prey so he could find a good one to pick off.
words:: Five-Hundred and Seventy-Five muse:: Decent tags::Ahri mood:: Irritated by his thoughts, hungry ooc:: Let the game begin <3
Ahri could not comprehend what was going on in the mind of her hunting companion. This brute was a puzzle to her, though it was not difficult to pose a challenge to the fluffy female these days. With large gaps in her memory and the switches being so frequent as of late that she could hardly keep her head on straight, Ahri was mostly impressed that she had retained control for so long. This wolf was a fun one to talk to, particularly because the male was proving to be an amusing one!
A slightly goofy smile graced the femme's lips as she hunkered down into the brush, watching as her companion took off in pursuit of the herd of deer. It was not an overly large herd, but it had also been relatively dry this year. It was likely that they were tired and hungry, which would also play to their advantage. Ahri's eyes glinted happily as she watched the brute maneuver toward the hooved creatures, her mouth watering in anticipation of the coming meal. She had to make sure that she did not mess this up. The last thing she needed was to cause this brute to go hungry or worse, herself to go hungry. Her stomach grumbled angrily, reminding her that it had been a while since her last meal. This would have to be done properly; so long as she was not the one to screw things up, everything would be alright.
The femme unceremoniously wiggled her rear in the air, grinning shamelessly as she watched the male with interest. There was little for her to do rather than to stay here and jump out at the appropriate time. She was hopeful that she would not have to do too much of the leg work, as she was not certain just how well that would work. She was quick, but she could not turn quickly or really separate one of the deer from the herd.
Ahri watched the brute in interest, curious to see what she could learn from his hunting mechanics simply from observing. This was what she should have done as a pup, but between her black outs and the fact that Uruviel could hunt just fine, the pack never really took the time to teach her adequately. She could learn from this wolf, though, and she planned to do so. Just don't mess anything up for him, she chanted in her head, though worry was rampant. She could do this, and they would eat like kings. If they could manage to take down a deer between the pair of them, then they would not be hungry for days.
Count | 448 words. Muse | Awful. Tags | Chaos. Notes | This is ridiculously short x.x And I'm sorry. But there wasn't much to be said before the NPC post is made.
Last Edit: Nov 19, 2012 19:44:34 GMT -5 by Uruviel
Post by Wildlife [NPC] on Nov 28, 2012 11:59:22 GMT -5
Tails flicked and ears twitched as the small herd of deer settled into a grassy patch nestled in the hills to graze. With the weather preparing to turn cold, it was of the utmost importance that they grazed before heading south or they would not have the energy to continue on. It would be a trick to avoid the predators of the continent without full energy.
And so the two does, buck, and yearling buck settled in to graze, their ears flicking in annoyance at the slightest sound disturbing their meal. "Eat," one of the does demanded softly of her young charge. The yearling reared up irritably, whining, "but I just want to run!" He finally submitted and dipped his head to the slowly dying grasses of the hills, finding it to be much more difficult than a month ago when the grass was still green and lush. He had to pick through the dirt and dead plants to find any decent foliage to munch. It was quite the task.
The buck watched over his does protectively, ensuring that their backs were covered so that they could feast in peace. He scanned the horizon periodically while also indulging in the meal from time to time. But it was his duty to protect his does. Sooner or later, the yearling buck would leave, but he would remain with his does. They were ultimately the center of his thinking. Once they finished here, their sights were set on I'queyer, where the grass would stay greener and the temperatures would stay warmer. They could stay hidden in the terrain, unlike the north where the snow would make their brown pelts starkly contrast to their surroundings.
Suddenly, the buck noticed an off scent. There were predators nearby. He would have to remain extra vigilant so they could escape. But how many might there be? Try as he might, he could not identify the source of the scent. And so he brushed it off, thinking himself to be imagining a threat where there was none. For now, it was dinner time.
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Golden eyes watched as the little white thing wriggled her rear end in...excitement? Anticipation? The hell if Chaos knew. It was a tantalizing rear, yet it drew the dark brute’s gaze so easily. Must she tease him so? She probably wasn’t even aware of what she was doing, of the messy thoughts flitting through his mind. How easy would it be to just take that which he so desired? She was young; so, so young. It was extremely difficult for him, but Chaos managed to tear his eyes from that plump rear of hers and focused solely on the task at paw. Hunting. Food. Stomach. Blood.
Not sex.
The dark brute cleared his throat forcefully, as if it would also clear his mind. Yeah, right. He took a few steps forward, putting the little white thing in his periphery. She’d stilled her rear wiggling, but it didn’t matter. Her little dance was playing in his mind, over and over, threatening to interrupt the hunt. With a low growl, Chaos pushed forward some more, ignoring all temptation. No. He had to eat something. The only reason she was so appealing was... Damn. There wasn’t just one reason. And if he spent time thinking of each individual reason, he’d never get their meal. Food. Hunting. Right.
“Alright. Just stay here,” he murmured, though he knew he needn’t say anything. He was fairly certain she knew not to show herself too soon. And he was fairly certain he’d already told her to stay put. But he needed to say something to her, lest his nasty thoughts drove him mad. Not that he wasn’t already, of course. Chaos cleared his throat once more before locking his eyes on the four deer in the small clearing. Two does, an older buck, and a yearling buck, all grazing contently. The little one looked like he’d only just grown out of his spots. It would be a pity to end his life before he had actually lived it. No. Chaos wanted a true meal, a feast worthy of the little femme’s praise (not that he really gave a damn what the femme thought). As the dark brute lowered himself to the ground, his golden orbs zeroed in on the nearest doe, a wry smirk forming on his maw.
He could have gone for the buck, had he wanted a real challenge. There was always the chance the buck would rush him with those nasty horns of his. But it was right around the time of year when the does were putting on weight for the winter months to come. Chaos knew that the bucks generally spent most of their time focused on breeding or protecting their does from other males or predators. They would have plenty of muscle, but not any good meat on them. It was the does that would fill his belly, not the big scary buck.
So Chaos pressed forward, his stomach practically dragging on the ground as he crawled. He made sure to only move when the older buck’s focus was on grazing. And when those sharp eyes lifted to scan the area, Chaos grew very still, fading into the few shadows of the rolling hills. Before long, he would be noticed. He wanted to be nearer before that happened, however, to make the first run much shorter. The does would panic the closer he was, and they would have very little time to find a place to bolt. Chaos nearly lost his mind to the fantasy of the perfect hunt, his mouth watering in anticipation. Luckily, he was drawn back to reality just as the buck stood alert suddenly. Chaos froze. Was he found out? No, it seemed not. The buck eventually went back to his absent grazing. Looks like it’s now or never.
With a rumbling growl, Chaos sprang forward, propelled by powerful legs. He practically roared, racing forward in a way that split the deer in two directions. He hoped they would scatter as planned so that he could pursue the fatter of the two does. And, of course, if she grew too close to escaping, he would have to drive her towards the pup. That would be particularly difficult should the older buck decide to get all protective and decide to attack.
words:: Seven-Hundred and Twenty-Seven muse:: Great! tags::Ahri ooc:: I'm surprised by the length of this post o.o
Ahri could feel the brute's strong gaze glancing over her, but there was little that she could do to combat it or even bring herself to care. What did it matter? She wanted to eat now that he had put the thought in her mind, and the longer he stalled, the less time they were putting into the hunt, and effectively, the more time he was delaying their meal. Ahri wanted to feel like she could be taken seriously, and this was a good way to prove herself, even if it was to some random loner brute wandering the continent. If she could prove it to one wolf, then surely there would be others that could understand her plight. She could make a name for herself and not be the poor, helpless pup that just happened to be trapped in the same mind as a much more dominant alternate personality.
Finally, the male instructed her to stay put and looked as if he were going to scope out the prey. With the slightest nod of her head, Ahri hunkered down into the brush, though keeping her line of sight clear enough that she could both observe the hunt and spring when necessary. Luckily, her position left her the easier of the two jobs. This black brute would need to do most of the leg work and the guiding of the prey, whereas Ahri was there to aid in the take down.
It was almost humorous to watch the brute drag himself across the ground. Ahri had to hold in every desire to laugh out loud in an attempt to keep from startling the small herd. While there were only four of them, it made it simpler for the pair to hunt. They would not have been able to combat a full-fledged herd of deer without more assistance, and without more wolves, they would be lucky to take down something more than the yearling buck of the group. However, it did not seem to Ahri that the young male was the target of the brute. Instead, he seemed to have his sights trained on one of the fattier does. While Ahri was skeptical that they could take down such a target on their own, she was quite surprised by his optimism or confidence in his own abilities. She was not sure which it was.
The anticipation was killing her; how long was the male going to wait before he struck? Ahri was half tempted to emerge from her hiding place and aid the brute in his endeavors, but she knew he had strongly instructed her to remain put. She would not be the reason that they lost their dinner. If anything, the blame would fall to the male, as Ahri would not do anything that could potentially jeopardize the hunt. If she ruined this for him, not only would she be out a meal, but she would have an angry male on her hands. That was the furthest thing from what she needed right now.
Suddenly, the black male sprung, startling the herd. Ahri tensed in anticipation; this was really happening! As she watched the deer mill around in confusion, she winced. Was this brute going to be able to control the direction of the deer in order to guide a single one toward her? What if they all darted off without the slightest hint of a meal for either one? The uncertainty was killing the snowy white female. They needed to get this under control and quickly, or Ahri was going to be the angry one.
Count | 602 words Muse | Alright. Tags | Chaos. Notes | It wasn't great but it wasn't terrible either.
Post by Wildlife [NPC] on Dec 6, 2012 12:21:16 GMT -5
There was something wrong.
The buck scanned the grasses anxiously, the feeling of unease settling back into his stomach. The herd needed to move, and they needed to go soon. "We must head south," he instructed, eliciting a groan from the young buck and a questioning look for both does. He would rather have the young one irritated than live with this awful feeling. As the does lifted their heads to look at him questioningly, he heard it.
The crack. Something was moving; he was not going crazy! The buck's head shot in the direction of the sound and reared up on his hind legs, his hooves flailing as he spied the canine lunging toward them. "Run!" he screamed to the does and the yearling buck, watching as they milled in confusion, attempting to figure out which way to bolt. As the buck lowered himself to the ground once more, he took off at a full spring, flanking the does as they ran. But the wolf was fast; he was keeping pace with them, and when he got close enough, both of the does were spooked. While the young buck held close to his side, there was nothing he could do to stop the does from branching off and heading back south while he bolted north.
The does were on their own. As they chittered in fear, they swooped around, attempting to outmaneuver the wolf as he came at them. If they could just continue to keep him at bay long enough, he would tire. The larger doe grunted out, "Just keep running!" as she continued to press forward, zig-zagging and bouncing all over in an attempt to shake the wolf. She did not want to be dinner!
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