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Post by Phantom on Oct 10, 2009 13:58:45 GMT -5
See? He knew she would scent it first. He grinned, twisting to stand beside her. "You run it towards me. I'll kill it." He glanced at her, excited. It was nice, to just hunt with her and her alone. He missed the days they used to do this kind of thing all the time.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 10, 2009 14:03:48 GMT -5
"Right." Mystic said. She grinned and hurried off. It wouldn't be long before the sounds of a distressed deer coming crashing through the forest could be heard, along with the sound of Mystic snapping and growling at the doe to keep it going. The doe had a deep gash in her leg, caused from a failed hunt or something else was uncertain.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 10, 2009 15:03:27 GMT -5
Romeo crouched, then instantly leapt up and grabbed the doe's throat, bracing against her chest and yanking back. This caused her throat to bleed out, but also meant he slipped underneath her sharp hooves. He quickly rolled out of the way just in time, straightened again, and leapt for it once more.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 10, 2009 15:31:26 GMT -5
Mystic went to help, eyes narrowed in determination. Romeo was stronger, but it didn't mean she was weak. Mystic leapt and dug her fangs into the doe's side. The deer kicked, and Mystic was froced to let go to avoid being hurt. But she kept after. The kill would have to be Romeo's, since she was simply not strong enough to provide an injury like the one Romeo had given the doe.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 11, 2009 9:53:40 GMT -5
Romeo had to keep running after the doe for now, watching it, waiting. Once he saw the right time, he leapt again, at an angle, so her grabbed the doe's neck, but rolled in mid-air past her. A sickening snap resounded and the doe fell instantly. Romeo hit the ground behind her, rolling a little before hitting his back against a tree. Ouch...
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Post by Mystic on Oct 11, 2009 18:38:46 GMT -5
Mystic hurried to her mate, licking his cheek. Food could wait. The first order of business was making sure Romeo hadn't been hurt when he'd hit the tree. "Are you ok?" She whimpered slightly.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 11, 2009 21:44:46 GMT -5
He grinned up at her, straightening with a groan of pain. "Yeah, I'm fine." He glanced over at the now-dead doe and motioned her towards it. "Bon appetite, mon amour." He winked, playfully pulling some language he'd learned from a... well, questionable source. Only after the words left his mouth did he remember who they might remind her of, and he ducked his head. "Er... sorry..."
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Post by Mystic on Oct 12, 2009 6:32:02 GMT -5
Mystic smiled just a teeny bit. She nuzzled him to show that all was well. "Your accent is terrible, love." The she-wolf giggled a little and wagged her tail. Nothing wrong with a little loving tease. She moved towards the deer and took the first bite. Somehow Myst made the usual ripping and tearing process look dainty. If it was possible to look polite with a maw covered in blood, at least. She swallowed the first mouthful and smiled. Then a scent hit her and she almost gagged. Two scents, actually. One was vaguely familiar...the other...
Ink came noisily through the brush and froze. He'd been walking with his human, being careful not to take her close to the dens. What were these two doing, all the way out here?! Ink had heard the sounds of the kill being made but hadn't truly known what they were. For him, the sound of food was kibble being poured into a bowl. He stared at them, and Myst stared right back. Ink stared at the freshly killed doe. He was suddenly hit by the power these distant cousins of his had. The power to kill him. The power to kill Clara.
The unknowing human came up behind Ink and froze. She stared at the wolves. The wild animals. Fear rose up in her throat, but also amazement. "So beautiful..."
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Post by Phantom on Oct 12, 2009 7:48:17 GMT -5
(Sorry, I HAVE to reply to this before school! XDD)
Instantly, Romeo launched in front of Mystic, snarling feircely in protection, eyes narrowed at the disgusting human. Unlike most wolves, who would rather run from a human as their instinct demanded, he was a born Blackshadow. Who were bred to kill. He wouldn't hesitate to act on both the dog and his master. But after a moment, things began to turn in his mind. Hmmm... "If you want to take your human for a walk, dog," He growled, "Take her over there." He motioned towards the Blackshadow lands, tail lashing wih anger and borne hatred. "Those wolves are more like her." He remembered his own son saying something when he was a pup, just after being saved from Blackshadow. Bleaknight was so human.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 12, 2009 15:21:33 GMT -5
((Teehee! XD))
Mystic couldn't help but just...stare. She'd occasionally heard the stories Sol would tell her pups about the two-legs. The she-wolf had never been able to imagine such hideous creatures. Things that had no fur expect for on their heads, had no snouts, no tails, and walked on two legs instead of four with deformed forepaws.
They were ugly.
"She didn't mean to! And I kept her away from the dens just like that...Star...Stardew guy said!" Ink protested. He growled a little. But he knew that if it came down to a match between him and Romeo, Ink wouldn't last a minute. "What're you two doing this far out, anyways?"
At those words, Myst snarled. She stood at her mate's side, fur bristling and ears laid back. "Remember, dog, you are on our lands! We may come and go as we please, and you are not to question our motives!"
Clara the two-leg remained motionless. How many people got to see wolves this close? Wild wolves? She began to back away, still enchanted by the two. But her own instincts, though pushed far away into the depths of her mind, were telling her to run. Wolves were dangerous. Wolves could kill.
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Post by Phantom on Oct 12, 2009 16:50:31 GMT -5
"Heard you Greenwoods have a little problem." Purred an amused, slightly accented voice as Hemitite trotted up. Hemitite. They weren't even that close to the Blackshadow border. But obviously, something had drawn him here, and by the way he glanced up at Clara, it was easy to see what it was. It took him a moment of staring before he licked his muzzle and spoke. But it a completely infamiliar language. Distorted, awkward, half-growled, but... human. "Madam, if you will come with me, I will escort you out." He shook his head after speaking, disliking the sound acorss his tongue, before looking up at Mystic with a grin. "You so owe me." He purred, wicked. It was creepy, the way he looked at her, if one knew she was his daughter. But it was quite obvious he didn't, as he turned to lead Ink and his mistress away.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 12, 2009 17:19:04 GMT -5
Mystic froze. Clara opened her mouth in horror and began to back away. An animal had never talked to her before. Never. Ink looked torn. Should he follow the strange wolf? Or should he run? Mystic couldn't move, couldn't think. Seeing him so suddenly...well...it wigged her out. Finally, she came to her senses.
"Don't go with him, Ink. Not unless you and your two-leg want to die." Mystic said. A low growl arose in her throat. "And Hemitite! This will be the last time you will leave these lands unscathed should you trespass again!" With her fur bristling and fire in her eyes, Mystic again bore a resemblence to Hemitite himself. That accent stabbed into her words at points, puncturing them then dashing away quickly to make itself present in another word. "It is your final warning."
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Post by Phantom on Oct 12, 2009 18:37:18 GMT -5
"A final warning, is it?" He purred, amused. "Unlike you, we won't give a warning when we come and slaughter your pack." He gave an amused chuckle and gently nudged Clara's leg, whimpering cutely up at her, tail tucked, looking absolutely pitiful. "Help me!" He pleaded, again forcing his tongue to twist and form the words he'd learned from the humans thousands of years before.
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Post by Mystic on Oct 12, 2009 18:52:02 GMT -5
Mystic snarled again. She began to ease towards Hemitite, ears laid back. But she didn't attack. Why was she hesitating, to begin with? He'd just threatened her pack! Myst tried to tell herself that it was because she wasn't like him. She wasn't one to start wars. Or...or was it because he was her father? Could she not bare to attack her sire, horrid as he was?
Clara's eyes widened. She felt instant sympathy for the wolf. It was clear the other wolves were hostile towards him. Clara looked around and grabbed a thick branch and stepped in front of Hemitite. She swung it at Mystic, who hadn't been expecting the blow. Her attention had been on Hemitite, not on the two-leg.
Ink whimpered. Why did Clara have to choose the side of the angry wolves?!
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Post by Phantom on Oct 12, 2009 18:56:15 GMT -5
Hemitite grinned cruelly over at her. "Humans are so easy to manipulate. You should try it sometime," He paused, and a knowing, wicked gleam sparkled in his gaze as he added. "Daughter." Turning back to Clara, he whimpered, tail tucking and ears folding back, and aimed to very gently grab her shirt in his teeth and tug ever so slightly, motioning back towards his packlands.
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