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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 0:56:52 GMT -6
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It was about noon, and Stygian was restless. He'd spent all day tracking a herd of deer, but they had scattered before he had a good chance to bring one down. The Eurasian was now disappointed and fairly hungry. He had decided that scavenging might work out better.
He ran through the forest at a slow loping pace, nose twitching constantly, making a note of every little scent that might lead him to some sort of food. At last, the black beast halted in front of a rabbit carcass. Sty narrowed his eyes and frowned; it was rotten. Today just was not his lucky day. He turned away from the insect-covered leftovers and was about to scavenge some more, but a whiff of canine scent suddenly washed over him.
The male grinned faintly; this particular scent was familiar. "Hello Spider," he called with a hint of amusement. "Who would've thought I'd be meeting you again so soon?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 1:20:37 GMT -6
 This is stupid.
The alpha female trotted lethargically up to the similar eurasian, peering down at him through hetero-chromatic eyes and a look of interest to glint in them. "About to eat a rotten rabbit?" She asked rhetorically, raising an eyebrow and snickering a bit. "Wow, talk about desperate. Why don't you try..you know, hunting instead?" She asked, cocking her head to the side and deciding to make herself comfortable.
"How ya been Hardwood?" She asked, cocking her head to the side and flicking her puffy black tail. Yechta kinda sniffed him a bit from afar, then narrowed her eyes at him questioningly. "You're in a pack now?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 1:35:33 GMT -6
The corners of his mouth curled even further skyward until a cheshire-grade smirk was plastered on his muzzle. "Well, I would eat it, but it looks like the vultures and maggots sorta beat me to the job. Not much left on that scrap of fur now." Sty gave a nonchalant shrug before continuing.
"Oh, you should've seen me earlier. I was following a bunch of deer, but they escaped. Not my lucky day for hunting." Indeed, the black-furred male's stomach gave a somewhat loud rumble, and he glanced back towards the hare. Even rotting away, it was still food. Sorta. But he still had some form of dignity.
"Other than that... I've been fine, Rosie. And I wouldn't call it a pack," he added quickly. It was no secret that Stygian despised packs. He'd allowed this newly-formed "cult" to accept him as an omega, but if it didn't prove worthy enough, he planned on wreaking some havoc before taking his leave.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 2:09:55 GMT -6
Yechta scoffed, "Not a pack, huh? Then why do you reek of a thousand wolves?" She over dramatized, noting the newly acquired nickname with a flick of her tail. "Uh-huh. Well, how about I take you on a little hunting trip rather than have you risk diseases from this..." She looked down at it, unable to place the word she was looking for. "Yeah." She said, flicking one of her black ears. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2014 2:15:30 GMT -6
"To be fair, I do wander a lot. There was that one idiot youngster I fought a few days ago, then there was the strange three-legged white wolf, and of course I saw you not too long ago." He dismissed the matter with a small wag of his tail, fuzzy ears perking up when hunting was mentioned.
Stygian was back on his paws within seconds, the rotten rabbit carcass almost forgotten. "Oh excellent, a hunt sounds perfect. Got anywhere in mind?" The male knew this area somewhat well, but he wasn't terribly familiar with the best locations for prey.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 1:23:14 GMT -6
"Strange how many three legged wolves find their way into this neck of the woods." She noted somewhat absent-mindedly before nodding to him in response. She got to her paws, peering at him a moment before turning and running off in the opposite direction. Obviously, meaning for the male to follow her.
In her gait, she paused to mention once, "What are your feelings on that group you're in? What are they like?" She questioned , genuinely curious and not interrogating.
The she-wolf froze a moment, crouching low and signalling for him to as well as she examined the herd of elk just up ahead - pinpointing he old, sick, or injured one rather swiftly and locking her eyes on their prey. She was going to wait for him to answer the question first though. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 1:46:59 GMT -6
Stygian had yet to meet many tripod wolves, but he had to admit that he was a little amazed every time he met one. Whatever had happened to natural selection? The weak were meant to die while the strong lived on. But nowadays there were too many packs sheltering those who could not defend themselves. Perhaps the universe just needed a helping hand here and there to weed out the weaklings... and Sty would happily allow himself to be Momma Nature's little helper.
He set off at a steady lope after his female doppelgänger, quickening his pace as necessary so that he was eventually running shoulder-to-shoulder with Yechta. The male gave a shrug in response to her question, and the motion almost caused him to go sprawling. Not that he would've cared much.
"I haven't spent a lot of time with them yet. To be truthful, I'm waiting to see whether they're going to be worth my time. If not... hey, I can always go out with a bang." Of course, for Stygian, going out with a bang meant wreaking absolute havoc and hopefully spilling more than a little blood.
He sank low to the ground upon spotting the elk. Pale, glinting green eyes were visible as the black wolf nearby melted into the shadows. "That's gonna be a tasty little prize," Alfonso murmured after casting his gaze across the herd and catching sight of the weakest creature.
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