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Post by Phantom on Nov 17, 2008 21:47:56 GMT -5
He laughed, and started off, tail wagging. "Bye! Catch ya later!"
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Post by Mystic on Nov 18, 2008 7:38:38 GMT -5
"Bye!" Mystic called. She smiled and wagged her tail, then turned and began trying to find her way to the dens.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 18, 2008 18:59:16 GMT -5
(Hmm... What now? Grown-up Mystic? XD)
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Post by Mystic on Nov 18, 2008 19:10:54 GMT -5
((Woot! Sure! XD))
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Post by Phantom on Nov 18, 2008 19:14:23 GMT -5
(Same post? You can start, if you want, unless you want me to.)
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Post by Mystic on Nov 18, 2008 19:22:23 GMT -5
((I start!))
Mystic was almost two years now, and grown for the most part. Still very young and naive, but she could fend for herself. She wasn't a very large wolf. Still slender and small, but she was a pretty thing. Over time her features had grown from young and childish to graceful and beautiful.
Now she roamed around the forest. It was now spring, and she was marveling at the green beauty around her. On her first spring, she'd marveled at the trees that were awakening from their 'slumber.' Mystic was grateful the harsh winter was gone...while it could be beautiful, Mystic had found the cold did not agree with her.
"Sleep well?" Mystic said, looking up at a squirrel in its tree. It disappeared into the higher branches of the tree, and she chuckled lightly.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 18, 2008 19:42:32 GMT -5
Not far away, a clear, strong howl rang through the forest, and a figure burst through the trees, strong and lean, with well-defined muscles pulsing beneath his fur, but sleek and somehow still slim. The almost three-year-old male paused, looking back to another as they came up, a green-grey wolf with the most striking, beautiful eyes; gold on the outside rim of the iris, fading to a dark forest green.
The older male, looking about four, grinned, looking around before spotting Mystic. A wicked grin creased his lips and he motioned the younger forward. "Here's your test, pup. Pull this off and you'll be in the cave with the rest of the gang instead of in that pathetic pup den with the rest of the mistakes." His voice, like his eyes, was very unusual; tinted with a hint of a French accent. Odd.
Once his words were out, the older turned and raced back into the dense brush, leaving the brownish male behind to glance at the young female. Something about her seemed familiar... but he couldn't place it as he paced silently forward, into the edge of the brush, before aiming a massive leap to her shoulders. Run, Myst, run!
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Post by Mystic on Nov 18, 2008 20:03:31 GMT -5
Mystic let out a wordless yell as she darted out of the way of the younger male. She knew neither of the wolves were from her pack. And they bore a strange scent. Intruders! She snarled, getting in an attack stance. Something about him seemed familiar...something she couldn't quite place.
He's larger than me, elder too. That means more experince. Mystic thought. Plus that other male could end up helping... So Mystic was faced with two options. Call the family for help or run. Since she was quick on her feet and she didn't want her family injured, she chose the second option.
"Just try and catch me." Mystic snarled. In a flash she spun around and took off into the forest, moving at an impressive pace.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 18, 2008 20:17:14 GMT -5
The brown wolf started after her before her words were even finished, knowing from lessons pounded into his head that any advantage is a good one. He raced forward, taking short, fast strides and keeping his body low to the ground, thinking only about his destination and not the pain that would soon hit his limbs from putting them into overdrive like this to catch her. But he wasn't going his fastest; just fast enough to keep up. He'd run her down.
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Post by Mystic on Nov 18, 2008 20:29:31 GMT -5
Believe it or not, Mystic wasn't going as fast as she could either.
She knew that running her absolute fastest would only wear her down easier, making her easy prey for this brute. Leaping over an old fallen tree, she decided to keep this up. Mystic glanced back, then huffed when she saw he was right on her tail. Mystic then turned very sharply and took off again, her heart pounding.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 18, 2008 20:33:52 GMT -5
The brown wolf leapt the tree, then, when she turned, leapt so he could put all four paws on a strong oak, giving him the support he needed to turn so sharply, and giving him a speed boost without needing to expend his energy so much. And with this boost, he aimed to take her down.
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Post by Mystic on Nov 18, 2008 20:39:32 GMT -5
"I'm in trouble!" Mystic yelled, looking back. She knocked it up a notch. She started going her absolute fastest, which was pretty quick. Mystic had avoided being brought down, but just barely. Mystic turned sharply again, ran a few more feet, then turned again in a different direction.
Where the hell is Jag when ya need him?! Mystic asked herself, suddenly wishing for the warrior wolf.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 18, 2008 20:46:10 GMT -5
Hunting. Or doing some evil deed or something. Anyway. The brown wolf snarled in victory, increasing his pace to keep up, ignoring the slow ache of his tiring muscles with practiced ease. He twisted easily along the course led by his prey, racing after her, but keeping his stamina up. At this rate, he might indeed have her soon.
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Post by Mystic on Nov 18, 2008 20:51:57 GMT -5
Mystic leapt over another fallen tree. This one was slightly elevated. When it had fallen, it had fallen sideways and on to another. Now it stood at a bit of an angle, while its perch stood tall. Mystic thought she could make the jump. And she almost did. Almost.
Her back paws scraped against the fallen tree, throwing her off balance. She fell and tumbled forward, landing on her stomach. "I'm gonna feel that tomorrow..." the female moaned.
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Post by Phantom on Nov 18, 2008 23:59:32 GMT -5
The brown male pursuing her grinned, seeing his chance. He took the fallen logs in one huge leap, and, with luck, would land right on top of her once her covered the obsticle. Victory was his.
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