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Post by Shadow on Dec 24, 2012 22:55:11 GMT -5
Shadow's eyes lit up as she continued forward on her hunt. she lusted from the blood of animals that kept her alive, what she could not have, she would take by force in the never ending doom of this sorry, bottom-feeding world. She wanted fresh prey, that need brought her to the mountains. What was it that caused her to be this way. The sudden scent of a prey, known by any other then her by vole passed through her once. What did she call it? She called it salvation and glory. She would personally send it through to the edge of it's life. She crouched down slowly as she had been taught, her tail hovering the ground. She stalked it forward as it moved across the ground, the slight pat tat of it's feet made her edgy as it scurried along. In one swift movement she ran forward and leapt onto it, crushing it's neck with her paw. Satisfaction shown in her eyes.
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Post by Avranathe on Dec 24, 2012 23:23:57 GMT -5
The wind hurled into Avranathe's face, crushing her backwards, warning her over and over to travel no further up the deadly mountain. But the snow-white she-wolf denied the power of the storm, pushing onwards in a determined state of mind. She would reach her destination, and that was that.
As the fae's seemingly neverending determination started to wane a bit when a particularly strong gust of blinding, freezing snow hurled her backwards a few steps, she lay, panting heavily, in the fresh white snow at her paws. She quickly remembered how much body heat she lost when she panted, though, and snapped her jaws shut, growling in annoyance.
Avranathe had traveled far up this mountain to search for food, although she almost knew that her long trip would be in vain. She lived in the southern forest, where it was nearly but not quite as freezing as the snowstar mountain in the winter, and she'd found no prey there. Ever since she had decided to form a pack of her own, she had been scent marking and living in the southern forest territory; she'd never left. But now, when winter's harsh and cruel bitterness swept away nearly all of the prey, her desperation and hunger had driven her to search for food in even the most utterly hopeless places.
Only then, as she lay down in the snow, did she sniff the icy air with her icicle-like nose and catch a scent on the breeze... a scent that she'd been searching for. Blood! she knew that scent by heart, by soul even. She sprung up, and the storm, seeming to cease its cruelness, softened a little, making it easier for the arctic wolf to walk through the belly-deep snow.
A few minutes later, the she-wolf's ice blue eyes shot open wide as a dark shape in the snow caught her eye, and she smelled a scent that she hadn't noticed before.
There was a black wolf in the snow ahead of her, with a fresh-caught vole clenched in her jaws. Avranathe froze in her tracks, ears twitching and eyes locked firmly on the black she-wolf. Then a few moments later she crept toward the wolf, her tail raised level to her spine as to show the stranger that she meant no harm, yet would not accept rude treatment.
The stranger had not noticed her yet. She stalked forward, and stopped a few feet away, head held high.
"Greetings stranger," She spoke softly, with a hint of a growl in her voice but no menace. "Do you mind if I share your vole?"
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Post by Shadow on Dec 24, 2012 23:39:43 GMT -5
Shadow turned with a growl at the scent of the new comer. Her eyes narrowed, she had a trouble in trusting these kinds of wolves and she saw no way to reverse such distrust that had been founded so long ago. Her teeth shown viciously. A question was even more offensive then the females presence.
Shadow's lips parted as she spoke for the first time in a while. "It took me a very long time to get this food. Find your own." She said refusing to share. Old habits truly did die hard out here. Her tail raised high in the air as a warning to back away from her. The rude fae always meant harm to those who got too close to her.
Shadow's mind couldn't help but slip away and zone out from here. However she could manage to keep the stance, her thoughts had drifted to probably the only one she'd share prey with ever. Her brother Shade, but he was missing, probably dead. I need to support myself, she can find her own prey. I could care less if she dies of hunger. It's me I need to worry about. She told herself.
Somehow, her heart wasn't in the threats like it normally was. Normally she'd be lunging at the wolf to get back, tempting a battle with all her might. But something kept her from it. What was it, was this wolf something that reminded her? Reminded her of her past perhaps, such as the fact to her looking like someone she knew. It was simply crud, no, impossible. She could not link this wolf's appearance to that of a relative nor could she ever.
Her icy blue eyes filled with frustration, what was holding her back? What could it possibly have been? Her tail started flicking from side to side in agitation. Little was it know that the agitation was at her own heart, mind and soul. Not the poor soul in front of her looking for a bite to eat. It fueled her rage more to not be able to explain anything to herself, let alone others around her. Maybe what she could not have, she couldn't take. Perhaps she wasn't as smart as she thought. She couldn't even decode her own ways of thought. What was wrong with her? The world may never know, she herself didn't even know. It was a lust, but for what? A lust for power perhaps? Or was that a lust for love?
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Post by Avranathe on Dec 25, 2012 10:56:09 GMT -5
The black wolf whirled around to face Avranathe, a snarl etched on her features. She was obviously angry. "It took me a very long time to get this food. Find your own." She snarled, seeming ready to attack the white fae but hovering back, apparently somehow stopped from lunging. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then her icy eyes pooled with frustration. From Avranathe's point of view, she seemed not to know what was holding her back.
Avranathe sighed. She had half expected this response, as this stranger was very lucky to have even caught this vole, and even Avranathe would've chased away any who tried to take it away from her. But although this wolf seemed like she would scar herself to protect this vole from the white she-wolf's hungry jaws, Avranathe had come far up this mountain, and she would not go any further if the answer to her hunger was standing in front of her. She wondered what she would do...
Avranathe sized up the stranger. If this came down to a fight, she would be a good match. she would not go down easily, it seemed. For a moment she thought of just walking away, not with a sense of defeat but with a sense of peace; she was sure to find food sometime. But she shook her head at her own thought. There was hardly a chance of more prey out here, and her hunger was to strong to hold off for much longer. Avranathe stood to her full height, a half-snarl forming on her lips.
"What do you want from me if you share your food?" She asked in a growl, which was aimed to be slightly friendly but was distorted by her hunger.
"I am very hungry, stranger, I have been traveling long without food. I will be very thankful to you if you allow me just a bite of your catch." Now there was almost a plead in her blue eyes, a plea which plead for herself, but also for her hunger to stay back.
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Post by Shadow on Dec 26, 2012 19:03:08 GMT -5
Shadow narrowed her eyes, her fur bellowing slightly in the wind. Her eyes narrowed at the wolf. "No." She said simply, the poor mangy loner had no pity effects on her. She was stern about her no, it had a lot of meaning behind it. No she would not share her food. No she did not want anything for exchange for her food. No she was not going to help this wolf in any way at all.
Shadow continued to eat her food, small bites to savor the flavor. She sat down and looked at the wolf every once an a while. this food took her at least a week to track down and she refused to share it.
(Sorry it's so short)
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Post by Avranathe on Jan 4, 2013 12:49:59 GMT -5
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OOC: sorry I took so long to reply
The black she-wolf narrowed her eyes, and growled flatly, "No." She then bent down and continued to eat her vole, eating it slowly in what Avranathe supposed to be a taunting manner. In response to the stranger's final answer, she snarled angrily, all traces of friendliness gone and in its place a fierce and powerful anger that took control of the she-wolf's very nature right then. All that her thin, hungry body had room for now was food and a determination to get it any way she could.
"I am sorry. I don't want to do this, but I will not be turned down life by one such as you. You have given me no other choice; I must survive. Your words will not stop me." The fae snarled with utter despise, not even trying anymore to subdue her burning anger.
The white wolf bristled, her legs planted firmly in the snow, and her muscles bunched in preparation to attack the black she-wolf. There was only a few bites of the vole left now, but in her red haze it was worth enough to fight for. If Avranathe had not been so barred from common sense, she would have thought about the likely chance that she might not have enough strength in her at the end of the fight to even eat the vole. And also the chance that she would die, and be much worse off then when she had found the stranger and her vole. Fenris be with me, she thought as she faced the black stranger.
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Post by Shadow on Jan 4, 2013 19:05:03 GMT -5
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Shadowstorm snarled as the wolf made her retort. "If you wanted to survive, you'd hunt for yourself you useless fleabag." She said, she tensed and her hackles rose. she was ready to fight. She let her tail curl up in dominance. Her eyes calm, and she was ready to fight.
She let a growl escape from her chest as she leapt at the wolf. Her food bristled and a scowl on her face. "Your not a real wolf. Real wolves support themselves!" She snarled. Damayanti, mother, father, be with me in this fight. I have never done you wrong. She thought of her family past, and her family yet to come. She'd never really considered getting a mate until a few weeks ago.
She let her attack aim for the leg. She was ready for this, at least she hoped she did. This wolf was not worthy of a fight. She had already eaten her vole down to the bone.
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