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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 22:16:15 GMT -8
Feverfew was not picky about where she slept--she never really had been. She wasn't the kind to settle down in one place for very long. She'd manage a month or two at most, and then she'd be fought off by a bigger and much more fightier wolf than herself. Feverfew had spent the last night in a small alcove in the rocks, sleeping with her back to the wind. Rockland East, she found, was not the warmest at night. While she didn't actually mind the cold so much, Feverfew would have probably complained if she'd had anyone to complain to--and more to make conversation, than to actually sound whiny. She didn't mind being alove so much, either, but wolves were a pack animal and she would have preferred to have somewhere to live where she intended to live permanently. Such a place did not yet exist in her life--not currently, anyway. When she was young she had had no intention of leaving her den. Then of course she was weaned, and all she ever wanted to do was get outside and play. She learnt her place one the food chain quickly--she was a rogue. Feverfew knew being a rogue was not considered something to be proud of, but she could not understand why it was something to be ashamed of either.
The scent of sea greeted Feverfew's nose as she left her makeshift den. Despite her mediocre dislike of sand, she did have to admit that the smells and sounds were nice. Although, nice as they were, they were also distracting her from higher priorities. Like food. The three-year-old wolf shook out her fur in an attempt to "shake out" any remaining tiredness. Her stomach was doing quiet whale impressions. She needed to eat--and to do that she needed to hunt, and to hunt she needed to have full concentration. Feverfew stretched out her full body and yawned, her jaw opening and tongue lolling out for less than a moment. She shook her head, ready to set out and try to bring some dinner back. Her near-black pelt appeared darker in the low lighting provided by the clouds, and her amber eyes dulled if only slightly.
Moving slowly along the rocks that made up the extensive Rockland East, Feverfew had now fully left the den and started hunting for rodents. She hoped for a fat rat, though expected nothing more than underweight mice. Her stomach was clawing at her insides, just letting her know that she needed to eat sometime soon. Thankfully, Feverfew found she could ignore it better while she knew that she would be satisfying her hunger not too long from now. It wasn't often that she hunted for the smaller rodents. More often than not, she went after the bigger prey. She did know that it was riskier than going after rodents, but only for a sub-standard hunter like herself. Plus, here, she could quite easily lose her footing and fall. This was a completely unfamiliar setting to her, after all. The previous day she hadn't caught anything at all, which was why she was so hungry. Feverfew figured she'd play it extra-safe this time around. She'd take a small meal over no meal any day. Though, that didn't mean that if the opportunity to grab something bigger came around she wouldn't take it. Of course she would take that opportunity, she'd be a fool not to.
Now was one of those opportunities to get something better than a mouse or a rat. A seagull darted out from under a rock, looking incredibly startled. Feverfew probably hadn't been quiet enough, or done something to alert it of her presence. Whatever it was, it scared it. She was as startled as the seagull was. However, Feverfew was the one with a jaw full of teeth--the gull, unfortunately, was not. She almost fell--admittedly a short drop, but one that would definitely give her a nasty bruise if not a fairly deep cut--off of the rock she was perched on, Feverfew struck out and jerked the bird out of the air as it attempted to take off. She was as surprised at herself as the seagull would've been had it not been dead. Needless to say, Feverfew was proud of herself for reacting so quickly.
Feverfew took the small meal back to her den, eating it quickly and with complete disregard to any mess she made. She didn't leave anything edible behind, but she could still make a mess of herself and the surrounding area. Food was not plentiful for her, an only half-decent hunter like her. There wasn't anything wrong with her and her hunting skills, she just did not have the same talent as most rogue wolves needed. Feverfew liked to imagine pack wolves as arrogant wolves, who wasted food and killed more than they could eat. Of course, they probably weren't true--but the thought made her feel better about being without a pack.
Having eaten the seagull with no parts to spare, Feverfew was back out and hunting again.
Apologies if I'm interrupting anything, I don't mean to rudely butt in or anything. I'm new and didn't know where else to start.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 8:59:34 GMT -8
It wasn't her intention to offend or make mad others, is just that the female thanks to all the hostility she received in the past made her extremely untrusty with strangers. She couldn't help but feel scared, living such a nightmare again was one of her biggest fears. She looks at the other wolf as tries to calm down, but it was impossible at the moment. What could she do? She was literally helpless at that moment. Then she heard her soft words that said she wasn't going to give any harm to her, she didn't know if it was wise to trust in her words. What if like everyone ends up attacking her. But she thought to make the effort to at least say hi could be a way for avoiding the other wolf to get angry. "Thanks...sorry, I am always afraid of talking with others. Don't mind me." She explained still with her voice having problems to say the words without spaces. A soft wind moved her cream pelt like fingers. This helped her to realize some of the stress that her body was suffering. she didn't take her sight from the other female, still afraid of getting attacked made her don't lose her attention or look like an easy target.
"Sorry about my behavior, I really don't have the intention of making others mad, is just that I really find hard trusting, last time I did look what I got..." Said referring to the bunch of scars she had in her body and face. But she knew there was more than physical wounds, but also emotionally. And that last one will be too hard to heal, unlike the ones she can touch.
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Post by Mira on Jun 13, 2018 22:56:31 GMT -8
“Thanks...sorry, I am always afraid of talking with others. Don't mind me." The alabaster teen explained, still sounding a little nervous. The ebony she-wolf took that as signs of distrust and fear of her. No, no, no, the young adult thought, don’t think of me as a harsh stranger. Don’t be afraid of me... Afraid of what she had done to the new-found wolf, Mira tried to calm her down. Even though the fear of making the teenager cry still haunted her, Mira wanted to make the she-wolf at ease. Putting on a carefree look, the older wolf whispered kindly: “Hey, it’s okay, don’t apologise. It’s nobody’s fault here.”
"Sorry about my behavior, I really don't have the intention of making others mad, is just that I really find hard trusting, last time I did look what I got...” the teenager continued. Mira had no idea what she was referring to until something caught her attention. Is that... a scar? Why hadn’t I noticed them earlier? To make matters worse, there wasn’t just one scar, there were many streaked across the Tundra’s body. Shocked by the sheer number of healed wounds, Mira was, for once in her lifetime, speechless, a huge contrast to her usual bubbly self. How had she gotten so many wounds? Who inflicted them on her? What happened? While many questions bombarded her mind, she tried restraining herself from acting rashly again and bursting out, but failed to keep her mouth shut: “What happened?” Oh no, oh no, why did I say that? What is wrong with me? “Uhm, no, I-I mean,” Mira spoke again, this time stuttering a little, “You-you don’t have to tell me.” Urgh, just keep your mouth shut. Nothing good ever comes out of it.
For the first time upon their meeting, Mira, herself, started feeling slightly fearful. Her tail shifted between her legs uneasily, and her legs were trembling a little. She knew that her question could act as a trigger, and she didn’t exactly know how Kaira would react to it. “It’s-it’s okay, Kaira,” after awhile, Mira finally spoke again, “It’s normal, for you not to trust me. We just met after all. I’m so sorry for whatever had happened to you...” Mira understood that it had been a traumatic experience for the yearling and she felt bad that the teenager had to go through all of that. So, the young adult offered a kind smile, with hopes that Kaira would find some comfort from her words.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2018 18:15:43 GMT -8
She lowered her head as hears that single question that always sends her back to that moment, a moment she always tried to left behind. "Oh, that's something that happened...some months ago." She said as her eyes started to get wet, those remind were what kept her from interacting with others, always with fear of passing through all of that again. A soft wind moved her white fur, her eyes stick to her paws. She was doing a very hard attempt of sending the sadness far away but it seemed all she does isn't enough.
Shivering and with her tail between the legs walks toward the pond to start drinking again. When she gets this scared, her throat gets dry so she needs to drink to feel better. But her steps were slow and weak. Her breath started to get quick and difficult. It seemed she was entering into a panic attack, she has not had one in months but this one seemed to be stronger.
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Post by Mira on Jun 27, 2018 2:21:06 GMT -8
Mira was horrified by the question she had asked the new wolf. Afraid of Kaira's reaction, she desperately wanted to make up for her mistake but she had no idea whether it had worked. The teen didn't seem to take it too well, as she replied rather vaguely: "Oh, that's something that happened... some months ago." The young adult wanted to dig further for answers just to satisfy her curiosity, but with immense effort managed to keep her mouth shut. Something terrible and painful must had happened to her. It's probably still fresh in her mind. Kaira's life story must had been a painful one, and whatever tragic incident that had gave her those scars must had happened recently. The wounds seemed to have healed quickly, but Kaira's broken heart probably hadn't.
The moment Mira thought about Kaira's overwhelming sadness and burden, right on cue, tears appeared in the teen's eyes again. No, no, no, please don't cry again, I'm sorry... It's all my fault. I shouldn't have brought it up. Mira watched fearfully for the teen's next move. Instead of a torrential cry to unleash all her pain and sadness, the she-wolf had started towards the tiny pond again. Kaira seemed to be frantically drinking water. Perhaps she is thirsty. Must had been a long day for her. Then, she noticed how Kaira's tail was stuck awkwardly between her legs and how her body trembled like a leaf. She's scared... She's still scared of me...Or maybe she's scared of her past. Mira desperately racked her brain for a new topic to discuss, something much lighter: "Uhm... What are you doin' here, anyway. I-I mean here as in the Dockland East. Very little wolves come to this area."
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Post by Omega Vespen on Jul 13, 2018 20:00:53 GMT -8
ROGUE VESPEN
Vespen looked back towards Victor, a large playful grin formed on her face as she frolicked through the snow. Occasionally she would use her hind legs to fling snow in his direction before darting away with a bell-like laughter. Swinging her head to pay attention to where she was going, she lost her footing and wound up on her butt as she toppled over with a giggle.
Flicking some of the snow out of her fur, she stood back up. After the fall she put on her serious face. They were out in search of food, but the temptation to play in her favourite weather always took over. Even though at times she would worry about her and Victor’s health, she would always got distracted from that.
Spotting a dark form further ahead, she stopped. Flicking a tail, she turned to Victor to see what he would think. But before he could respond she was already galloping full tilt towards the black wolf. This one seemed to be hunting on their own and that was never a smart idea as a rogue.
Calling out as she ran, “Hey, hey you! You wanna hunt!” not really thinking about all the ways she was scaring off the nearby prey.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2018 20:32:09 GMT -8
She found it was enough interaction for her to be comfortable. She wanted to leave and fastly, not because of the wolf talking to her, it was because she didn't like the relationship in general. So in a respectful way face her and prepares her throat. "Is okay...Isn't your fault. But I have to get my leave now, don't think me wrong. Is not because of you, is only that I don't like interacting too much with anyone. But...this is the longest conversation I ever had. Thank you, And see you." Bows her head a little for respect and lowering her ears turn her body and without saying anything else runs away to an unknown direction. She was a lone soul, and it seemed she wanted to remain like that until she thinks it is enough. But as of now, she only wanted herself as her own companion. So after running a bit more disappears into the distance to wherever her destiny guides her.
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Post by Mira on Jul 14, 2018 0:41:58 GMT -8
Mira's new-found companion responded to her question. However, Mira had not expected the alabaster she-wolf to say: "Is okay...Isn't your fault. But I have to get my leave now, don't think me wrong. Is not because of you, is only that I don't like interacting too much with anyone. But...this is the longest conversation I ever had. Thank you, And see you." Perplexed and befuddled by Kaira's reply, Mira continued to stare wide-eyed at the young teenager, one of the few occasions she was speechless. This is the shortest conversation I ever had! Before she could respond to the new bizarre turn of events, the Kaira-fella gave a brief but polite bow. This was not how Mira imagine the conversation would continue. She had not braced herself for this rather abrupt dismissal. She could not help but feel a little stung by the teenager's reaction. Mild anger swelled up in her. We just met.Yet, with immense effort, Mira channelled all her fury away, and gave a rather awkward nod, replying: "It's...um-okay! I understand. Nice meeting you!"
The young teenager began to take off in a direction, her legs running as fast as they could carry her. Mira watched as the yearling raced off at the speed of lightning, as though she was afraid of Mira. Come on! It's not as though I'm a monster! What's so frightening about me, anyway? I won't bite. Mira was taken by a sudden urge to chase after Kaira. Willing her legs into action, she charged forward, calling out: 'Hey-waitup!"However, she slowed down after a few paw steps away from the lonely pond. It's no use calling her back. What good will that do? It would just scare her even more. I don't know... Kaira would probably think that I'm going to attack her or something. Sighing deeply, Mira stood by to watch Kaira disappear in the distance. Wherever that path led the young teenager to, Mira wished for the best for Kaira. After all, she was a nice-fella, just a little jumpy. Perhaps, the both of them could meet again someday.
Now, she was all alone again. The silence surrounding her had turned deafening. A sniff of the ground told the Eurasian that there were a few other wolves in the Rockland. For her first interaction in this area had not went well, she did not want to interrupt the others. "I should probably get going too..." With that, the three-year-old went darting off.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2018 4:42:22 GMT -8
Laika had been unsure of many things in her life, but this was not on the list; she was ravenous. Her stomach growled louder than any wolf could have, or at least that's how it seemed in the heat of the moment. Her claws made small indents in the soil, marking her arrival to any passers-by. She hoped there wouldn't be any passers-by, but still. She walked for what seemed like hours, tail and paws gradually getting dirtier and dirtier from being dragged on the wet soil. Her hope to find prey steadily decreased as she trudged on getting hungrier and hungrier.
She turned to leave, but not before a last hopeful sniff of the area. She smelled wolves, trees, rocks... and salt. Laika opened her eyes. Salt? Sure, it could just be from the ocean, but it seemed much too strong for that. Heartbeat picking up excitedly, she looked around for the source of the smell. Bingo. A large grey gull was flapping about, seemingly injured. Creeping closer, Laika sniffed again. More salt and the unmistakeable scent of blood. It was as if the gull was placed here just for her. She dropped into a low crouch, yellow eyes fixed on her prey. She crept closer, making as little noise as humanely possible. She could see the bird's injury now. One of the gull's sleek, silver wings was stained with dried blood and bent the wrong way. Bite marks indicated that this was another animal's failed hunt. She was about a metre away now, close enough to pounce. As she bunched up her muscles, the gull turned and saw her. It took a step back with one orange foot, but it was too late.
Laika barreled into the creature and pinned down its wings. The gull's pupils dilated in fear and it startedd snapping at Laika's dark brown muzzle. She swiftly closed her jaws around the seabird's neck and jerked her head to the left. The gull's panicked squawking was quickly cut off as its neck snapped. Proud of herself for killing such a large prey item, Laika dug into its salty flesh. Halfway through eating the massive gull, she grew full. "I could bury it," she suggested to herself. But rotten food really isn't my thing. she almost laughed at how picky she was being. How could she afford such picky eating? She must be growing soft. Then an idea popped into her head. She could always share... She immediately scolded herself for such a childish thought. Last time she shared anything with anyone didn't end so well, plus she had nobody to share with. Annoyed and suddenly very tired, Laika lay down next to her kill. Something was bound to happen soon, even if she didn't know what that something was.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2018 13:59:50 GMT -8
I hadn’t noticed that you spoke strangely...wolves like that are the reason I treat everyone equally. When Likotha’s words reach her ears, the smile Babette gives him is beatific, the tension draining from her shoulders and her expression brightening with joy. I’ve had my share of pity after all. It isn’t the best feeling. “Oh,” she whispers, sound soft against the silence. A somber topic to be sure, but she can’t quite keep her happiness from her face, small tears pricking at her eyes. She doesn’t allow them to fall. Baby had always felt much too strongly much too quickly; she was a creature ruled by her emotions, and as a feeling of acceptance sets her heart to pounding, she finds herself choked with her own joy. “I...you should know I wouldn’t...pity you, of course, you don’t...don’t have to worry about that, from me.” She reassures, voice almost a croon as she struggles to tone down the excitement bubbling in her chest. “That in mind, I’d...I’d love to share your den, at least until my chattering grates on your nerves.” She giggles softly, shaking her head as she bends to grip the pile of seagull feathers in her jaws.
Gingerly stepping within his - their - den, she shuffles about as she lays the feathers down, until the makeshift bedding was big enough to accommodate two. “I’ll...pull my weight, of course,” She murmurs absently, though still loud enough to hear. “You can count on me for breakfast tomorrow, at least, sweet as you were to share your gulls.” Cranberry-gold eyes raise to shoot him a teasing glance from beneath her lashes, secretive smile playing at her lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to resist sharing… sharing any dramatic backstories...over mealtime again.”
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ooc: sorry for the wait friend </3
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 12:40:06 GMT -8
Loir walked along the rocky ground, sniffing the air here and there. She was bored, and was feeling slightly upset. She had no family, what was she supposed to do? The smell of prey was strong and lingering in the air, and Loir figured that perhaps she could manage to hunt some prey. But I'm not hungry. She thought. No, Loir wasn't hungry, and she wasn't thirsty, so she just lay down and began looking around, her ears twitching here and there. She had one mission in mind, and that was to find a family, but maybe first she could manage to make some friends here first?
Hopefully.
Loir looked around, spotting all the rocks of the eastern part of the Rockland, and she let out a small yawn, boredom clearly about to hit her at the moment before anything else, really.
OOC: Feel free to chat with Loire!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 12:48:23 GMT -8
Laika lay on the ground for about an hour, bored and half-asleep. As her brown-lidded eyes slowly began to close, the female wolf heard footsteps. Alert, she jumped to her feet and pricked up her ears. It was another wolf, larger than her. Taking a deep whiff of the salty air, Laika saw that it was female, like her. Looking at the dead half-gull on the ground, she contemplated whether to go say hello. The wolf in front of her didn't seem to be hostile, after all.
Deciding that she had nothing to lose, the wolf crept towards the stranger. Her muscles were tense, ready to react to the slightest of sounds. "Stranger," she called from a safe distance. "Who are you?" Being the cautious wolf that she was, Laika didn't introduce herself before she could find out about the wolf in front of her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 13:00:41 GMT -8
Loir then realized she wasn't alone, and noticed another female. "Oh, hello." She greeted shyly, and her shyness was starting to take effect as Loir began feeling nervous. Would this wolf hurt her, chase her out, be nice, or be hostile? "My name's...Loir." She twitched her ears a bit, not so sure on whether or not to trust this wolf. Loir was nervous, and she didn't want to be nervous, but it was just her instinct. She was always shy around strangers, but she just longed for a family who would hopefully take her in, like a pack. However, Loir knew she would have to embark on a journey if she was going to join a pack at all, hopefully she would manage to find a pack who would be nice enough to take her in as one of their own and accept her as one among their ranks.
Would that even happen?
Loir let out a sad sigh and looked at the rocks again, and then back at the other wolf. "What's your name?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 13:04:56 GMT -8
Laika studied Loir's expression, deciding she was not currently a threat. Coming closer but not letting her guard down, the brown she-wolf spoke. "Laika. My name is Laika." She eyed her acquaintance curiously. "Say, what brings you here? You in a pack or..." She looked at Loir quizzically.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2018 13:13:16 GMT -8
Loir sorrowfully shook her head when Laika had asked if she was in a pack or not. "No, sadly not. My family was killed recently, and I've been looking for a pack ever since." She sadly explained. Loir hoped the fellow rogue understood, maybe she didn't, but Loir didn't know. She did really need a family, and her parents had knowledge of the packs, but Loir wasn't sure of what pack to locate and join. She hoped she could somehow manage to find the closest pack, but Loir had a bad feeling none of the packs had territories close to the Rockland, but Loir knew one day she'd find a pack and be happy for once. However, at the moment, happiness was not looking out for her. Maybe I can be friends with this rogue? Loir cautiously thought. She was shy, but maybe she could find a close friend in Laika, but Loir heavily doubted it.
She would have no friends probably anyway.
Loir then got up and decided to look for some prey, sniffing the ground, her ears twitching. If she could find something to eat, then that would be the first step of starting a successful rogue life.
OOC: My muse is so low right now so expect crappy and short posts e.e
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