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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 20:38:42 GMT -8
The dame shot a shy glance toward the dazed male, listening thoughtfully as he pleaded for her to rest as well. And why should I? It was such a risky move, taking a innocent nap only to wake up dead because her body had been slaughter, pups and all. She had only just met the rogue, so how could she possibly trust that he wouldn't take advantage of her small figure. He had just gotten into a brutal fight from the looks of it, and Khloie was definitely hesitant as to why he was fighting in the first place. Oddly colored hues were torn off of the brute, searching for a place nearby that was suitable for her to hide in. Her eyes would eventually trail back to him, and she would give a single silent nod before backing off from his exhausted figure. Fluffy paws brought her figure forward as she searched, soon churning at the dirt right under a healthy looking bush. She certainly didn't need a cave to herself, but a nice little bowl under the bush would provide cover and something comfortable for all her weight. Finished with her job, she would shoot one last glance toward Valentino, assuming he might have already drifted under once again. It was probably an odd sight to see, watching as the she-wolf's expression melted into confusion to worry to agony. As she stood there, her belly moved, and not quite how it normally did when the pups adjusted themselves. It moved like a massive wave, pushing firmly at the womb that contained her and her ex mates children. The strange wave pressed on, seeming to move the babies further down before Khloie finally got the hint. At first the pain was dull, but it then suddenly hit at a full blown force, causing her to stagger, her breath catching in her throat. Worried eyes searched desperately for the Lotus she had once been carrying to find that it seems she had misplaced it. Another tremor or pain set the mother gasping and moaning, straining to move herself. And that alone was a struggle. There wasn't necessarily more weight on her paws, but it felt as so, the tremendous pressure in her belly seeming to lock her legs. She only seemed to move a hind leg an inch before it fell heavily onto the terrain below, desiring the steady support. With a bit of effort, Khloie got her front limbs to bend, causing her to plummet to the ground in an instant. Grateful, though, the female gladly rested her head on the ground, trying to keep tempo with her labored breathing. Again, another wave rolled through her stomach, pushing the pups farther. The she-wolf couldn't help but cry out, eyes tightly shut and ears plastered against her skull. " I'm scared.." she almost whispered to herself, only wishing that she had her old mate around to keep her company. And what if something went wrong? What if she started loosing too much blood, or maybe the pups would be born dead. Fearful eyes flung upon, and in an instant her head reared around to view what was happening. The blood was minimal, thankfully, and she noticed with a start that already 1/4 of a nicely sized white body wriggled as it was coming out. A shaky sigh of relief escaped her lips, but she knew that this was only the beginning.
OOC; Sorry if there are any typos :3 I'm a bit tired, but really excited.
@valentino
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2017 21:39:22 GMT -8
ʋǟʟɛռȶɨռօ
"I still remember the first day I met you"
Watching as the multi-colored bitch move away from him, he let his consciousness slip beneath black-waves of sleep. Soon his snored would fill the small clearing where he half-haphazardly lay without much care. He barely had enough thought process to make a simple wish that she wouldn't look so fearful in his direction. He might be huge but he was a gentle giant, honestly. A dream did not surface but let his mind stay empty as he rested. This was probably for the best, sometimes his dreams turned into nightmares or haunted dreams of a ghostly female, taunting him.
Sometimes these dreams were playful at best, the white she-wolf teasing and keeping just barely out of his reach. Never stopping. Constantly moving out of his way or moving so quickly she looked to be a bird in flight. Sometimes he would catch her but she would turn into a black beast, roaring profanities at him. Sometimes she would melt away, crying that he was at fault. That if hadn't left she would be okay. Sometimes he would just wake with a start, alone.
Thankfully none of this happened. Just emptiness. Black as far as he can imagine. His subconscious was gone, for the moment. Too tired to play memories or torment his psyche. He probably rested at least a little bit, gaining enough strength for his mind to become aware of its surroundings. His mind slowly began to turn on alert mode as he began to register whimpers and pitched breathing.
Green orbs flew open as he looked about his surroundings, settling on the black and white form far from him. Standing he quickly padded over to the hunched figure. He could smell blood and immediately was on edge. As he was able to take a good look at her, he saw the little form popping from her. Looking between the half pup and the she-wolf, his eyes were wide with panic.
"What do you need me to do?" was his first question; he tried to become less threatening by lowering his head and tail, piratically tucking the broken appendage underneath him. He took several steps backwards. Growing up with several she-wolves, he learned a thing or two about them when they birthed pups. Basically; stand back, don't get in their way, be supportive, and do what they say. By the amount of fluid lost, he would say she was doing fine and the little pup would be born within minutes.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2017 8:25:41 GMT -8
With a start the she-wolf looked over to find the wounded male getting up, walking over to her with an expression that of worry. It matched hers, but her more so that he was coming toward her. Khloie sweeped a fluffy tail over her half born pup as if that would act as some sort of protection. She fought to lift herself, obviously something that she failed to do. Opening her mouth, the female prepared to spit warnings as threateningly as she could manage when she noticed that Valentino had backed up, standing there in an almost submissive state. " What do you need me to do?" came the strange inquire. Shyly, she looked away, not particuarly wanting his help. She wanted her mate. And anyways, she doubted that he would know what to look for if she told him to get any sort of herb. Concentrated hues scanned the forest carefully. There wouldn't be anything useful for me to use out here anyways, she would think to herself. Another cry escaped her maw, trying to go with the pain of the next contraction that came through. " A stick," she gasped, pushing at her pups as the contraction eased. " Get me a stick. Something that'll fit in my mouth but wont break easily." She would eventually say. That was the least he could do, she presumed, and she couldn't go on gritting her teeth together unless she wanted her gums to bleed. Meanwhile, with a small period of time before the next contraction hit, Khloie would again turn to gently lick at her slimy white pup. It was almost out, a blessing to her, though she didn't exactly know how many she was carrying. By the size of the first, there couldn't be more than 3 or 4, considering that more pups meant less space and therefore less room to grow. While Valentino searched, Khloie suddenly came to a startling realization. " I-I never picked out any names," she exclaimed through her labored breaths. Still, it made her smile at the thought. There was a world of names to choose from, and she would soon know the gender of her children. Of her and her mates pups.
@valentino
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2017 20:09:31 GMT -8
ʋǟʟɛռȶɨռօ
"I still remember the first day I met you"
Without hesitation the darker male turned and trotted away with purpose. His eyes scanned the area for a decently strong twig but found none close by, so he ventured further. Ears were constantly pointed to the direction behind him, hoping to keep an ear out in case Khloie called for anything. He ended up having to dig in a bush to pull out a twig, applying good enough pressure between his own maw he decided this piece of wood would hold up against Khloie's bite.
As he was returning he heard a comment that had him slightly chuckling to himself. He barely knew this she-wolf, yet he was finding a simple comment like this to be adorable. Of course a mother would let her mind jump to that thought process but his experience was that those were the thoughts for after the pups were safely birthed. As he came into view he moved his body to the ground and kept his ears pinned to his head. Moving forward he dropped the stick by her front paws before moving back again.
His tail remained tucked by his eyes never leaving the she-wolf. His face was scrunched in worry but he did not budge when she gasped in pain or cried out. She didn't know him and would feel threatened if he tried to help. He kept racking his head for things to do to help from afar. He could breath out loud towards her, helping her keep pace. Perhaps he can gentle talk to her. She seemed young, and scared. Although with how fast the contractions were, she would do fine.
Finally during what looked to be a bad contraction he began to make exaggerated breath noises, hoping to help her keep pace. If she looked his way he would give a friendly smirk. Once the contraction died down he spoke up, "you're... you're doing really well, trust me, I grew up around only females," he stated softly. His voice was a mere whisper, deep baritone rumbling in his chest.
"I'm here for you if you need anything, I wont let anything harm you," he said, his voice taking on a very serious tone as he tried to make eye contact with the she-wolf to show her he meant what he said.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2017 11:41:04 GMT -8
The conversation wasn't as juicy as she'd hoped. The male was injured, there was talk about hunting, and then silence. Trinity sighed to herself, fighting against her heart's wishes. Her head told her to bail, but the group seemed nice enough, and she didn't have to stay forever. Besides, she could use a meal. The average white she-wolf got up once again, yet, her paws decided to take her even farther away. Suddenly, she changed her mind. Surely with a deaf pup they would all go over the idea of a pack? So, perhaps she might see them again sometime soon. As soon as she was out of earshot, Trinity bolted as if she were running from a bear, letting her nose alone guide her to what her heart desired. A pack is where she needed to be, where she would fit in best. ~Exit to Lubrusca~
OOC: Ugh i'm inwardly cringing at this low muse post x-x I'll just move this girl over to Lub and i'll see everyone else there :3 @mochi , Omega Macha , @elric , @sakura |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2017 11:55:42 GMT -8
The three females did not reply to his inquiry. They stood there, just gawking at his figure. Were they really that threatened by him? It made Trico quite uncomfortable, to say the least. Finally, he'd get up from his laying position, no longer bothered by the idea that he might look ever more threatening if he stood at his full height. The bear looked at them, dipping his head respectfully before turning away. " Well then, I hope you ladies have a lovely day," he'd say over his shoulder. Not like he enjoyed aiding strangers in the first place. Trico was only worried about the pregnant mother-to-be, but as he received no reply, the brute decided he'd go. For now, he had something else in mind, painting a lovely picture in his head of him within a pack. Somewhere he might truly belong, where he could put himself to good use. There he'd go, hoping that he would be accepted into some pack so that he could test out a new sort of life. And if he didn't like it? Trico would have no hard feelings abandoning his pack. ~Exit to some pack when the borders open~
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2017 9:20:05 GMT -8
While Valentino was occupied, obviously Khloie's circumstance hadn't changed much. It was all a repeating process; push, get through the contraction, rest a few seconds and repeat. Sweat was beginning to bead at the dame's forehead, and slowly her eyes grew tired as minutes passed. For what seemed an eternity in her time, Val was gone, but finally he returned with just what she asked for, nudging the stick towards her. Khloie gladly took it between her teeth, giving herself a moments rest before she'd have to bare with another agonizing wave. Lord, if it weren't for the fact that it was already too late, Khloie almost wished she had never gotten pregnant in the first place. This had all been a secret plan between her and her mate to earn her at least the satisfaction of not being beaten anymore or forced to work all hours of the night. Yet, she was called a slut by her own father and chased out. Still to this day, the she-wolf just prayed that her mate hadn't taken too much of a beating from his father, the Beta of the pack. With another normal contraction coming on, the female would instantly chop down on her stick. In the background he barely detected Valentino's strange sounding breathing. He was keeping tempo for her, and although it seemed weird at first, as if the male were in labor himself, it definitely helped. Another cry escaped her paw, but it was suddenly cut short, her eyes opening quickly to realize that one of her pups was born. She would soon drop her stick and reach around to view her newborn, a gorgeous almost purely white male with a few black dots on his face, hardly noticeable for now. Exhausted eyes teared as she stared lovingly at her bundle of wet fur, her salmon tongue reaching out to clean the poor thing, as well as to get it breathing. Being the former nanny of her old pack, she was around to understand that the newborns did not breath right after they were born, considering they were stuck in a liquid sack as they developed. Thankfully, today there were no problems. Her warm tongue gently coaxed the young one, and eventually she would listen as he gave out a little cry. Breathing a little sigh of relief, she'd take his scruff within her maw and drag him over toward her milk scented belly, watching as he almost instantly began nuzzling himself into her warm thick fur. " I'm here for you if you need anything, I won't let anything harm you," came Val's serious tone. In exhaustion Khloie placed her head on the ground, glancing toward the male warily. Her first pup was born and if he dare hurt him, well she had never fought back in a fight but she was a mother now, and she had a natural born instinct to fight for her young. Yet, she had to give it to the male, he was helping her all this time and he had done nothing to indicate he would harm her. Khloie's gazed softened toward him before she'd closer her eyes, quickly reopening them when she realized how tired she was. Her belly still felt half full, and she could not afford to nod off, no matter how tired she was. I just hope I don't pass out, she would think fearfully to herself. With effort, the dame picked her head back up, looking over to gaze fondly toward her newborn once again who was now enjoying some warm milk. Bright eyes would look to the sky for a moment, different male names running through her mind. " Azrath," she would smile, giving her boy another lick before again taking her stick, preparing for the second to be born. .:Timeskip 1 Month:.
OOC: Almost done :3
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2017 13:04:41 GMT -8
Sakia
Sakia shrugged, hopping from her trunk, and grabbing the toy from between her paws. Eloquently, the soon-to-be yearling shrugged, and padded away. "Follow me.." A playful smirk graced her features. "If you dare." With a final wink, she strolled away, plumage waving behind her teasingly. Now, she padded away, towards a newly victorious pack by the name of Ferus. Where her brother resided. And, as she approached, the scent of him tingled her nose, propelling her paws into a sharp sprint. All exhaustion or malnutrition lost to the wind.
<> Exit to: Ferus Border Outskirts <>
OOC: This post is so good I can't even deal with it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 9:10:53 GMT -8
With a small nod to Elric and listening to Macha's words, he trusted the male known as Sakura to protect her for a while as the two males went off hunting. It hadn't been half-so sucessful. Although the two wolves were vastly outnumbered by a herd of deer, a younger managed to fall behind as they scattered - leaving for the two males to catch up to quickly. The only two capable hunters dragging back a lifeless calf, feeling hopeful it would have been enough to nourish the large starving form of Sakura. .: Time Skip :.
After some time of Mochi forming the small group of rogues, he was glad to say he made friends. Even adopting the deaf marble pup, Macha, as his daughter. Mochi had gone hunting a few times for Sakura's lack of nutrition and seemed to feel better. He was healed and with that, Mochi's mind was at peace. They couldn't stay here forever, though. With a sad smile, the male turned to Elric. "Are you sure you won't come with us?". After the male had given his answer, Mochi would lightly bump his head against the other males. A sort of thank you. He hoped one day he'd meet Elric again. "Say goodbye Macha." he mouthed to the pup. After whatever reaction she would give, Mochi would gently push her south-ish with the tip of his nose. Walking beside her, protectively, as they moved on with their journey to find a new home. .: Exit to Lub Outskirts :.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 9:53:28 GMT -8
A small grin played at Tenshi's lips as Sakia finally let slip a weakness. "It was my siblings.. My brother... I'm still looking.". Now don't get him wrong, Tenshi can be a bit of an asshole sometimes - well okay most the time. But the one of the things he was good at, was good timing. And as of that moment, it wasn't the right time to be making fun of a weakness. After all, Tenshi knew what it was like. Except he knew that his father was gone forever and there was no-way of getting him back. At least this cocky little pup had some hope left in her. She seemed rather passive as Ten didn't give any comeback or remark. So instead he watched her with big brown eyes as she hopped from the log and started to pad away. "Follow me.." A playful smirk was evident and Tenshi could only mirror it with his own cocky one. "If you dare." she finished. Tenshi had to admit, the younger was a bitch but hey - at least she was pretty entertaining. "Alright, let's go find your brother then." he said playfully, probably knowing that would hit a nerve before following her into the unknown.
.: Exit to Ferus Outskirts :.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 15:19:55 GMT -8
Macha
Timeskip
Autumn had come and the group was going to have to part. Macha would go with Mokee to another group thing which she was ecstatic about. Just think, not long ago, Macha had accidentally run into these wolves and one would continue to be her friend! Macha beamed toward Mokee as he communicated to the other males. She was happy to see that the new wolf had grown stronger and healthier over the course of however long they had spent together. She watched the adults interact, her autumn streaked tail speeding behind her. Her eyes were glimmering with tears as she did as Mokee said and stuttered out a soft "Bu-bye." She blinked her eyes and smiled farewell as she followed side-by-side with her best friend and family to wherever they were going.
Exit To Lub Borders
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 15:54:36 GMT -8
Elric pulled his lips into a sad smile and shook his head gently. " Pack life isn't for me, I'm afraid," he answered. Mochi's friendly head-bump was expected, and Elric sniffed him happily. Though he'd enjoyed his time with the group, it had been a while since his fur began crawling at the lack of movement. The adventurous male was built to travel and to experience and coming this close to settling down reminded him of this. " Maybe we'll see each other again someday," he rumbled to the deaf Macha and, with a glance, to Sakura. He knew she'd understand the gist of what he was saying. Nodding both of them farewell as they moved on to some pack grounds, he turned his own back and marched into the lively forest. Who knew who he'd meet next? Hopefully someone a little more dangerous than soft ol' Mochi. Barking joyfully, as if he were a pup, the beautiful canine disappeared into the foliage. Omega Macha @mochi @sakura [ EXIT to DRY WOODS ] |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2017 16:21:44 GMT -8
Soft warm scents struck the roof of his mouth, gently mingled against smooth wet earth. A poignant sharp pine had pierced the pelt of every rogue they'd had the misfortune of scenting; damp, musty deadwood against natural odor. Sharp, disgusting - but dead on the money - it had to be the place. Lost souls lay in abundance; plenty of poor, misguided fools to guide onto godly paths. Small, pleasurable shudders pulsed through his form as he opened his mouth, allowing distinct, more detailed odors to strike the roof of it. Oh, his lord had marvelous plans indeed, to lead his apostles to such open wondrous opportunities. "Marusya, my love!" He beckoned, whipping around to face his faithful prophet, friend, lover. "My darling, the lord has such wonders, such plans for our future. So many souls he's led us to, so many sinners in need of cleansing." A low, amused laugh built in his throat as he surveyed the landscape, hoping to find the haziest, faintest hint of otherworldly wisdom. "Of course, there will be some blasphemers. A well-aimed snap of your jaws will more then suffice for such..." Odd specks of color flitted across his vision as he gathered his thoughts, bold, constant buzzes slowly building in his ears. "For such... rabble."
A vision was in store. He was already well accustomed to such - the odd flickers of light, the piercing thundering pulse in his ears, the electric twitch of each oaken limb - but this was merely a minor daytime delusion, calm, uneventful when compared with the average ordeals. While he still had vision, he stretched himself out against the broad, thick base of an oak, the muscles of his limbs seizing, contacting sharply. His control over his own being was ebbing, giving way to forces too powerful, too complex to comprehend. As the last trembling lapses of his vision gave way, he readied himself for his lord's message, tuning in an eager, attentive ear.
Thick, dry thirst seized his swollen throat, quietly threatening to choke the life from him. Words tried worming their way out his mouth, but failed breaking from his bleeding tongue, too heavy to articulate semi accurate pronunciations. Thundering, unintelligible murmurs filled his ears, growing exponentially in number and volume as time progressed. Seconds in reality, but decades in dream time. And then, as suddenly as it had seized him, a slick wet substance washed down his throat, soothed his swollen chapped tongue, a wonderful, albeit temporary reprieve. Savoring the sharp, ironish taste for as long as he could, the brute then turned attention to the murmurs, noting a new found clarity towards their message. Single word. Three syllables. Sanctity - no - sanctuary, was it? Wrong again. S-sa-
"Sacrifice," he muttered with a wonderful stroke of clarity. His vision had just begun to return, coming in colorful streaks of plants, of prey, of tawny oaken fur. Their lord had given them both their mission, their first task for completion. His apostle would doubtless receive her own vision of similar orders, as she always had - there was no time for hesitation - their task basked clearly before them. "Our lord demands an offering." He swiped his tongue over his jaws, his tone low, contemplative. "A sacrifice of the innocent."
Tagged: @marusya
OOC: Hoped this was good enough for my first post. Let me know if there's anything that you'd like me to change in his portrayal. (The entirety of the third paragraph is a schizophrenic episode in case I didn't portray it clearly enough.)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2017 17:57:42 GMT -8
Her small frame danced behind her lover’s larger one. Her nose hover above the ground, mouth agape as scents of the area hit the roof of her mouth. Her tail hover closely between her back legs, from seeming smaller than normal. No matter how much love Koga showered her with, she would always feel inadequate. Lame. Broken. Wrong.
“Marusya, my love!” The words echoed to her ears as her head snapped upwards, tail clingy to her stomach. Her mates voice was full of love and gentleness but still her reactions would remain that of someone who was scared. He would know that, that was simply ingrained in her mind. Nothing against him. Her own orbs were filled with trust and love while her tail was stuck between her legs. Moving quickly to stand next to her giant of a mate, she looked at him with worship and desire.
“My darling, the lord has such wonders, such plans for our future. So many souls he's led us to, so many sinners in need of cleansing. Of course, there will be some blasphemers. A well-aimed snap of your jaws will more then suffice for such… For such... rabble.”
Eyes of confusion crossed her features. He surely did not mean she would actually be fighting. She could feel the changes in her body. She didn’t know how she knew that something was amiss, but she did. She just couldn’t figure out what. As in a pain across her mind would strike her to the ground if she delved too far. She learned a while ago that when that pain hits, to give up her search.
However, the pain and noises that began to swarm her ears was something to welcome. A drug almost. Feeling the ground twist underneath her she swayed, her body instinctually following her mate while her eyes looked at nothing. As he fell against the tree her own body gave way. Both lay together for mere moments before Koga began to speak.
Her own ears would listen but her mind was far away. Sometimes they had visions together, same things being whispered to them. But as Koga rambled on about sacrifice, something Marusya would get behind, her own vision lacked those specifics but a sense of panic was beginning to take hold of her chest.
Blinking rapidly, her breath picked up. Pups had been repeated with intensity during her vision. Messiah was shouted at the end. Only an idiot would be unable to piece the pieces together. She would birth the messiah for their beliefs. Tears prickled at her eyes at mixed emotions.
“Ko...Ko,” she gasped out, her brown eyes looking both worried while her face tried to look happy. The expression coming across demented. Strange. Fake.
“He spoke to me,” her voice barely audible, happiness dripped with honey. She was truly happy about that. How many times did she recieve the same messages, or only hear in on his instructions. Finally she would in charge of something only she could do.
“A surprise is coming, a chuisle mo chroí.” This was a pet name she had given him only after weeks of meeting. She still would not tell him what it means. She had picked the saying up from other mates within her previous pack, almost all of those memories buried away.
“We will have a messiah with us by the end of Autumn,” this is when her voice changed, catching in her throat to leave strangled words escape her lips. Still understandable but the worry, fear, and undeniable horror was written across her face. She could feel the pain coming across her skull and was thankful she was already on the ground.
The pain hit her a second time, leaving her gasping for breath. Her head aimed for the ground as paws went up to claw at her head. Whimpering and whines leaving her maw in panic and pain. She hated these attacks. She hated this feeling of pressure across her frame, her heart, her mind. Crying out she begged their God to stop this pain. Whimpering pleases, begging ensued from her mouth as her body trembled with pain.
Eventually these tremors ceased, her eyes remained shut. Body exhausted she swore she could sleep. Wondering if she could she laid there, trying to welcome the darkness that she wanted so badly to dive into. She was rejected once again, though. Letting out a small sigh, she just laid there, relaxing as she waited for Koga to say something. Not even sure what she would want him to say. Should she be punished? Should he coddle her?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2017 17:38:10 GMT -8
Theodosia
"Don't take chances. Just be."
The small, Spanish orange figure of the female slunk through the underbrush. Her usually placid cherry blossom pink gaze hardened and locked on a small silvery target skittering in ahead of her. Theodosia inhaled softly, taking in the welcome scent of her tiny prey. Another small step forward, ears pushed forward, lips unfurled to reveal teeth and tensed muscles ready to pounce like a fox on the rodent. The she-Coywolf moved forward again but halted, her whole body lowering in a second to the mud as the mouse's ears twitched and it's head swiveled to look in her general direction. Theo let a soft gasp escape her maw which alerted the silvery rodent. In turn, the mouse dashed off to her far right. Leaping to her paws, the orange pelted Canis straightened herself and dashed after it. She was almost as slippery as the rodent she chased, bowing under low hanging branches and leaping over obstacles that were too low to do otherwise. With opened jaws, Theo pushed on a burst of speed and wrapped her jaws around the squirming creature. She skidded to a stop, the mouse struggling faintly as her teeth pierced it's stomach and internal organs with slight force.
The she-Coywolf snapped down, silencing it's futile struggles to live. Hunting did not bring the little Canis any pleasure, in fact, she often times felt bad for the animal that died in vain for her own life to continue. The metallic taste of blood swarmed her taste buds, however, and since she hadn't eaten anything other then a large rat yesterday morning, she felt she had the right too. Theodosia laid down in the mud, her fur coat becoming dingy with dirt. Whatever, she could clean herself later. Buckling down for a snack was a good choice. Within minutes of finishing her less-than-delicious-'meal', the Canis found that she felt much better.
Picking herself up from the soapy muck, Theo shook herself of the lighter mud that covered her underside. She scampered onto dryer territory at that point, toward her small den hidden amongst the trees and undergrowth of the pines. It was a semi-large hole, created by combining an old fox den with a large fallen tree above it. Inside were herbs she could store easily along with a mildly scattered pile of small sticks and crackly autumn leaves to create what was supposed to be a resting area. It was all sort of merged together in organized chaos, a cluttered organization system that only she would ever really know well. You have got to clean up around here... or you could look for some forest bound herbs? Perhaps you could go wash up, messy. Her mind buzzed with a list of things she could do but instead she turned her mind off. With a contented sigh, the Coywolf flopped down on her bedding and let her eyelids grow heavy as she prepared for an after-meal nap. But it was too no avail. When there was something to do, Theo just couldn't take a rest. Hoisting herself up just seconds after she had made herself cosy and comfortable, she began to straighten her drying and stored herbs, all the while humming sweetly to herself as she worked.
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