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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2017 10:05:20 GMT -8
The change of scenery had assuaged Theon's mess of emotions only a little bit. He still walked around with a sort of defeated hunch, a seemingly permanent frown weighing down his black lips. His yellow eyes, usually bright and alert, were now downcast as he moved silently throughout the muddy terrain. Of course, the male had no idea where he was going, or what he intended to do here. He'd already noticed the smells when he'd come in--how concentrated they were. Clearly, this was a hotspot for canine activity. Despite the fact that this was probably what had drawn him deeper into the heart of the forest, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to speak to someone else right now. But, wolves were social creatures, and the loneliness attached to his old den had been too much for the male to bear. Licking his lips, Theon warily sniffed at the air. There was a strange scent, one that the russet brute didn't quite recognize, but he could tell it was canine. Or close enough.
Taking in a deep, oddly nervous breath, the Great Plains male allowed his head to lean down towards the floor, picking up the scents and the trail he had now chosen to go after. All throughout his walk, his brain was buzzing. How would he go about this one? He'd been lax with Lian and the rest, and look where that had gotten him! Maybe this time he'd be more forceful and aggressive, instill fear early on so that this one wouldn't leave? If it was alone that is. Though Theon hadn't picked up on any other scents laced with this one, you never knew. Maybe there was some kind of ambush...? Acutely aware that he was just being paranoid, the male shook off the thought the best he could and directed his attention elsewhere: the small sound of shuffling coming from somewhere close by. Had he found his target already? A bubble of apprehension floated up in Theon's throat. He closed his eyes, took in a few deep breaths, and wrinkled his muzzle to reveal a set of slightly yellowed teeth.
The moment Theon caught sight of the den (not a wolf's den, surely?) he began growling, tail waving like a flag in the air behind him. "Get out. Now," he ordered, injecting as much hostility in his voice as he could. He didn't have to force himself to be angry for long--within seconds, his mind and body were eagerly working together. It felt much too good to be in control again. "You, in the den," he added just in case the other thought it safe to stay hidden or to pretend as if they hadn't heard. Theon had encountered those kinds of wolves before.
@theodosia
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2017 15:50:14 GMT -8
Theodosia
"Don't take chances. Just be."
With most of her den sorted out, Theo was getting ready to go find a clean stream or puddle to bath herself in. The drying mud was annoying, not so thick to be caked on and make her stiff but more irritatingly flaky. She was finishing up when the rumbling sound of growling popped her dream-like bubble. Almost instantly her ears fell to rest on her neck and her cotton ball tail moved between her bony hind legs. Theo's eyes quickly picked out the stocky legs and larger paws that were just outside her den entrance. "Get out. Now," A strong, dare say she say aggressive, voice echoed off the walls of her den. Theodosia moved her small, triangular head forward and peered out inquisitively to look at the lupine who had spoke to her. "You, in the den,". The orange Canis step partially from the comfort and safety of her den to meet the wolf. She certainly wasn't going to confront him. She was like a tiny China doll compared to most wolves and thus more often then not just submitted to their wills. She didn't mind really, she was a little bit of a push-over.
The wolf that she found on her doorstep was a lupine male in a tall and authoritative stance with lips peeled and tall held high. The Coywolf female gave him a tender smile as she retracted ever-so-slightly at his pose and piercing gaze. Good afternoon? Is that too... too... too expected, perhaps? I should say something else, maybe introduce myself while I'm at it. But why is he here? To ask for my services, or is he just looking for company? Theodosia contemplated in silence a moment before meeting his gaze with her own even and placid one. "Good afternoon, sir." She straightened slightly and unfurled her tail from it's tightly held position but her ears stayed laid on the back of her head. Stepping further from her den she found that she wasn't concerned that he would take authority, in fact she could do with a little interesting company. As long as her herbs and den weren't messed with. One more deep breathe and she removed herself fully from her den with near too much cautiousness in her actions. Theo glanced with worry behind her, casting her gaze on the place she called home.
Looking back to the wolf male, Theo gingerly offered another smile. She was unsure about this wolf but he seemed okay. At least the first thing he said to her was to get out of her den, nothing about being a hybrid. A coyote hybrid. She studied him closer for any wounds or visible problems. He was an average sized male that looked to weigh about average too. He was mildly good-looking with fur that was gray, black and creamy white. His ears were large, like hers, and his eyes were a dim gray-yellow. "Oh, please excuse my rude actions. My name is Theodosia. Theo if you will."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2017 17:04:48 GMT -8
The moment Theon’s scorching gaze raked over the petite she-wolf’s orange face, he couldn’t help the spark of outrage that ignited in his chest. She was a half-breed, he should have known from her scent! Theon’s anger, festering like mites in his veins, was not really aimed towards her heritage, though. No, it was aimed towards the very similar heritage that she shared with one of Theon's old "friends". He was angry at the coincidence, not the impurity of the bloodline. “Is this some kind of joke?” he mumbled quietly to himself. For a moment the male wanted to close his eyes and take deep breaths. He knew that this wasn’t her fault. But Theon also knew that he wanted to be angry, and his anger often took precedence over his fairness. Not that he'd ever admit such a thing.
But as the little orange creature fixed him with her very calm stare, Theon’s hope for confrontation began to dissolve. She had greeted him so casually and passively, and one of the male’s ears flicked backwards. He would rather she have spat curses or refused to leave or stayed quiet, even. He would have enjoyed spending the energy if it meant dragging her forcibly from her home. With another, slightly calmer, look in her direction, the wolf’s body deflated in the slightest. His recently-healed wounds no longer throbbed to be reopened, and the male’s aggression soon found itself replaced by defeat.
His ears picked up slightly when she offered her name (she’d spoken without his say-so, but he’d let that go for now). He immediately took note of the similarity between their names, and the thought almost amused him. Sighing, Theon lowered his tail a little bit, though he still kept it high enough to get his point across: I’m in charge, okay? He dipped his head towards her, trying to be as courteous as possible while wrangling his wreck of a mood. “My name is Theon. It’s nice to meet you, Theodosia.”
A little off-put by how intently she seemed to be inspecting him, Theon shifted a little bit. He’d noted before how she had seemed to glance back nervously towards her den, and the wolf wondered briefly what she was hiding. Once he scented the air, though, he figured that it was not likely to be another wolf--or hybrid, for that matter--and decided that it was none of his business. He licked his lips, trying to think of something polite to say. He’d been so convinced that he’d been walking into a fight that he had no idea what to do now that it had arrived to this anti-climax of a peaceful resolution. Before the silence stretched on for too long, though, the male cleared his throat.
"I-uh, was I interrupting anything?" he asked, omitting the apology that usually came with this kind of question. Because God forbid Theon apologize for anything.
( OOC: Ugh it feels so good to play Theon again. Also, Theodosia's so darn sweet (love) )
@theodosia
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2017 20:36:26 GMT -8
Theodosia
"Don't take chances. Just be."
Theodosia was smiling softly at the male, her pink eyes alight with her burning want for friendship. How long she had been alone she didn't know anymore. But this wolf could be a chance for her to rekindle that little knowledge of social interaction to make a friendship blossom. Oh how that would please her. However, her gentle smile faltered some when she picked up his audible sigh. Was... was she not what he had wanted? What had he wanted? Was it because she was a Coywolf, perhaps because she didn't stand up and fight him? Theo felt a tad bit more comfortable though, as he lowered his dominant position into a more relaxed one. With a small dip of his head, the male finally spoke again to her. This time his words were less aggressive and his tone less on-edge. “My name is Theon. It’s nice to meet you, Theodosia.” Her fluffy tail swished with contentment behind her and her ears perked to hear clearly his words. "Theon... what a nice name." What a coincidence that was, Theodosia and Theon.
The Coywolf kept a keen eye on his less noticeable behavior. The lick of the lips, the uncomfortable shift, was this the same wolf who had just confronted her? He seemed nervous. No. Not nervous. Disappointed was definitely more like it. But Theo stopped reading into him right then and there. If he didn't like her, he could tell her to her face. She wasn't going to assume things about a nice wolf she had just met. It was anything but polite. Besides, he hadn't vocally or visibly judged or assumed anything so far which was kind of him. Theodosia knew he knew what she was though. It was kind of obvious once wolves found out of her heritage, it was shown on their face and heard in their voice.
"I-uh, was I interrupting anything?" He said these words in such a way that she smiled and had to suppress a small giggle. She didn't know why but in that moment he so reflected a pup, at least in her innocent mind. She surely shook her head in an obvious 'no' before placing her eyes back on him, ears flicked back gently and head lowered just below her shoulder points. "No, I was just doing some cleaning up." Theodosia offered as she began to fidget with her paw, lightly pawing and swiping at the loose top layer of soil. The Canis glanced at Theon, her face curious but she just couldn't figure out what to ask him. Maybe... "So, are you going somewhere? Or will you maybe be staying here a time?" Her last question was spoke with a hopeful tone, looking up at Theon and halting her fidgeting for a moment to give him a slight pleading look. "I could catch us something to eat if you're hungry." Or I can try. Her voice was full of innocence. All she wanted was a friend, even if it was for less then a day. Any period of time was good enough. Theo yearned to have companionship and although this place was crawling with other wolves, she was too shy to confront them. This male had confronted her and that was the only reason she could look him in the eyes and speak.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2017 14:55:54 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Theon, Theodosia seemed to be exactly the kind of person he got along with. She seemed fragile and pliable, gentle and kind. She seemed always to have a small smile plastered to her lips and her entire being exuded friendliness. If she knew how to keep her mouth shut too, then she'd be the whole package. Could Theon really be so lucky to have stumbled first thing upon someone he could actually establish a friendship with? Either way, his frustration had now completely dissolved, and he decided that he'd poke around for long enough to find out.
Theodosia smiled at his question, and it pleased Theon that he had been right to ask. He nodded when she shook her head, telling him that she'd just been tidying up her fox's den. Was this where she'd been born? Upon further examination, though, the wolf guessed that she looked more coyote than fox--but even that could be argued. She was just as fluffy as one and she was tiny. It wasn't a bad thing, of course, it made Theon feel comparatively tall, but she was in fact about a foot shorter than he. Making a mental note to ask her about it later, bouncing back to the present when her voice pierced his thoughts.
The male looked around at the woods and shrugged. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I sort of just started walking one day... I have no idea where I'm headed. I might stay in the area for a bit though." He hadn't missed how eager Theodosia had sounded, and he couldn't deny that he was genuinely tempted to stick around for a bit. He was also incredibly satisfied by the tinge of desperation in her eyes when she looked at him. It was nice to feel needed.
Theodosia was quite quick to offer her hunting services, as if she was afraid Theon would eat her if he got too hungry. He paused at this though, mulling over the idea. If she successfully hunted him something to eat, then that meant that he'd owe her. He would not be able to leave until that debt was repaid. On the other hand though, if Theon hunted her something to eat, he'd have nothing anchoring him here... he just had to decide if he was ready to commit to another being. In his experience, there was usually a cycle when it came to debts and favors, that was just how friendships worked.
He easily succumbed to Theodosia's hopeful expression though, and he nodded, shooting her a smile. His body had relaxed considerably, and although he kept his head held reasonably high, his tail and lowered to a more neutral position. Clearly, the little fox was no threat to him. "That would be nice," he answered finally. He sniffed at the air, trying to see if there was anything nearby. "D'you think we'd be able to score a possum?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2017 6:22:33 GMT -8
"Ko... Ko...," His lover gasped, barely able to wretch the words from her throat. She'd fallen suddenly alongside him, lain in holy meditation for mere seconds, moments really. How blessed, how wondrously miraculous for their lord to grant the pair the privilege of his gospel, of walking deeply within his midst. This time, they'd received two prophecies, two possible tasks for his favor. Although Marusya had given him attention, with glazed, wondering eyes, her own message had taken every trace of her focus. “A surprise is coming, a chuisle mo chroí." She began sweetly, her delight softly dripping with every syllable. "We will have a messiah in our midst by next autumn." Her voice hitched sharply before her sentence had finished; a wavering, pained whimper escaping her maw as tremors shook her small build. Tawny paws tore at soft, yielding soil as she begged their lord for relief, for some faint, hazy hint of mercy. All through this, the giant male watched her writhing form with calm patience, carefully brushing her backside with the tips of his oaken tail. Though prophecies were sought, welcomed with eager, worshiping hearts; the episodes were consequential, worsening more with time. "Don't cry." he comforted, placing his paws on her own in gentle reassurance. "We have wonderful things to achieve."
Reality struck him with sudden, wrenching force. A messiah. Reverently, he guided her back to her paws, unable to mask a small, brief shudder of pleasure. The messiah they'd sought and begged for would be delivered within mere weeks, months. A child that'd carry their vision beyond their time, take it to heights they had never imagined. There'd be a bit of a challenge with their limited numbers and sparse territory - and yet again, it'd never proven a problem before - surely, they'd find a follower within the week. Carefully, he cracked his jaws open, gathering a portrait of potential candidates. A wolf pair walked nearly, a male and female, the latter's scent just slightly distorted. Coywolf, a pathetic animal resulting from an unholy union; the male appeared to be totally wolf though. Too risky, to approach pairs at this moment, though if they didn't leave within the week, he might consider them. Second came a single, lone male. There, there lay their opportunity. "Come," he beckoned, his voice low, soft. "We've a wolf at hand."
He crept towards the scent with careful wariness, taking care to adjust himself against the wind to ensure an entirely undetected approach. The oaken male wasn't designed to walk softly, with quick, light-footed paws, but perhaps Marusya was having some luck in this aspect. He slowed his pace as the stranger came into view, pausing several paces behind him. Enough to ensure a solid observation before they made their approach. The male stood impressively tall, with build and brawn to match, but he'd the advantage in weight. Even if they shared the same height and length to compensate, malnutrition had wasted the wolf before him, a skeleton wrapped loosely within bruised hide. Thick, deep cuts sliced through fur matted filthily together; a few appearing infected, even, with how they'd healed. Exhaustion had gripped him, contorted every shaking, trembling movement. "A prince," he whispered, a wonderfully amused grin cracking his features. "Look at the way he walks, how he holds his tail; only fools of wolves assume such a position in those conditions." He twisted his tawny head towards her, unable to conceal a low chuckle. "He'd make a fine pet. Why don't we take him in?"
The second that he stepped from the brushes, he'd adopted his new, albeit temporary, persona. A gentle, friendly giant, some ditsy, soft-hearted sucker that'd make the sandy male feel welcome, and better appeal to a dominant, arrogant nature. The softened gaze, ears at ease, tongue lolling out lightly between parted jaws. He took care to keep his fur perfectly flat, his tail low and lightly swishing from side to side. "Good day," he began, his tone light, pleasant. "This may sound quite sudden," he spoke, giving a shy, airy laugh. "But my mate and I are planning a hunt later. Would you like to join us?" He gave a small, friendly smile. "Don't worry - you don't have to join in. We just want another wolf for company. Dinner's been a bit lonely ever since we've wandered in, and there's only so much we can do with each other's company." He spoke, allowing his tail to slowly pick up pace. "What do you say? My name's Koga, by the way."
Tagged: @marusya , @sakura
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2017 16:10:56 GMT -8
Theodosia
"Don't take chances. Just be."
"That would be nice," Oh thank god. At least he would stay for a bit and would accept her services. She was perfectly happy being hostess although her heart beat a little quicker as she thought about how she would actually succeed in catching something that he would think of as edible. No rats or mice for sure. "D'you think we'd be able to score a possum?" A possum?! Theodosia couldn't help the slight surprise that flooded over her. She had caught a rabbit once but the meat she lived off of came from small rodents. A possum would be just about impossible. The little Coywolf looked up at Theon, hiding her worry as she nodded. Her smile was partially forced since she didn't think she could do that on her own. But did he ask her to do it? No. No he had said "think we'd be able to score a possum?" And had asked her opinion on the idea. Relaxing herself she nodded more surly, her smile no longer fake and forced but a genuine one.
"I think we might be able to find one though we should wait until it starts becoming dark. Possums come out at night mostly and although it is Autumn, there is still enough food around that they don't need to come out during the day." Theo was looking off into the woods, eyes thoughtful and forehead wrinkled in thought. "Or we might try and scare one from it's den." She looked back up at her companion, wondering if he knew anything more about possums. Suddenly feeling slightly embarrassed about the fact that she knew about many of the common animals around her and neighboring territories but hadn't hunted any of them except the smallest of them.
Theon should probably know that I've never hunted possums or anything of the like besides rats and mice. Taking a deep breath, Theodosia looked up at Theon, her gaze hardened slightly with worry. "Hey, um, Theon? I don't know if it will matter to you but..." Swallowing hard before she said it, Theo looked Theon in the eyes as she said the last part. "I have never hunted possums or really anything bigger than rats before. I guess it's because I've never needed too." There. She had said it. What she didn't say was that anything bigger than a rat terrified her and that was the actual reason she didn't hunt them. He didn't need to know that part. She would be lying if she said she wanted to learn because in all honesty she would be even more terrified of having to face those creatures in some sort of death battle.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2017 2:12:05 GMT -8
How disgusting the lands he had wandered into was. Mud coated his black paws, staining them brown. There seemed to be few wolves here, scent catching his nose ever so often over the thick smell of damp earth, but none that tickled his fancy. They seemed to come in pairs, and frankly, Chasen wasn't fond of shoving himself into pairs. Groups, sure, been there, done that, but he knew how he would feel if some devilishly handsome wolf shoved himself into a conversation between him and a lovely lady.
Still, he wished that there was dried ground around. He honestly had no clue how he managed to wander into the disgusting lands without noticing for so long, but now he had to deal with the consequences. His once amazingly handsome frame now had small splashes of mud coating it from the spray from his paws, which he paused to lick off as best he could. He never knew, there could be yet another Queen just around the next tree! It made him giddy, perhaps a second chance at love in this life! Maybe this time, a trio of devils could stay out of it. His heart sank slightly as he remembered his first Queen, the few moments of Harmony that he'd experienced before she was brutally ripped from him. If he even encountered those wolves, he would be sure to... well... he definitely couldn't take them on. They had literally killed a wolf in cold blood directly in front of him, and he couldn't do anything to help. In reality, there wouldn't be anything that Chasen could do other than glare angrily at them and have thoughts of revenge flood his mind.
But that was in the past. In such a large world, he doubted that he would ever meet them again. Giving his pelt a hefty shake out, Chasen blinked a few times, chocolate eyes refocusing on the mass of brown that was before him. How disappointing. He was hoping that his unfocused pawsteps would've taken him away from the mess of mud that he waded through, but it seemed just to have brought him in deeper. Not deeper as in depth, but deeper as in there was literally nothing else around him but mud. He sighed heavily, but kept his brown eyes up, sparkling with the hope of new love in a new land, even one covered in one of the worst substances in the world.
@athena (@paris )
OOC: Hope you don't mind the mud! XD
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2017 17:53:35 GMT -8
Since living on her own, Paris had experienced many troubles in her path. Her father, killed right before her by that bitch of a human. If it weren't for the fact that the human had obtained some sort of deadly weapon that killed wolves, Peri would have slaughtered him long ago, along with the rest of her mother's litter. That was all 4 months ago, so close in her mind yet so distant. If she still had her father around, perhaps she wouldn't have learned the hard way that wolf dogs were not accepted in a land of pure wolves. Paris was traveling far and long, distancing herself as much as possible from her old home. She was greeted with fangs and cruel sneers the first time she encountered a lone wolf. They all basically thought she was a dog! Sure, her overall figure was colored with a pelt that of a husky, but surely she at least had the skills of a wolf. As she moved farther along in her trek the stranger attacks were less frequent, all because she purposely avoided area's where she scented wolves. There was one instance that a small band of rogues caught her scent and began tracking her, though Peri had been lucky enough to outrun them in the mountains. For once, she was thankful for her hard trained skills, all too clever to be mistaken for an idiotic dog with the brain of a mouse. Peri's luck was slowly running out, though. After passing over the mountains, she found that many territories were occupied by rogues, and many at that. By the time she had realized this, it would have been too risky to fall back and find her way back to the mountains. Hesitant blue eyes traced over the visible greenery in the dark forest, her nose working carefully to detect where a scent was and how far or close. For now, there was a pair of wolves that she had long passed behind her somewhere, and a few mingling scents to her right far off. This was the perfect time for her to practice her skills and get her mind working over something other than the danger of running into a wolf. She was hungry, but she hadn't the time to catch something bigger like a plump rabbit and completely finish it off. The thought alone made her nervous. Muddied paws began working, setting forth on a brisk trot while making sure her paws hit the ground silently, her curly husky inherited tail bobbing behind her. With her cranium low, the pretty female searched for a snack, orbs darting over to bushes and towards fallen leaves as soon as she heard scuffling. Nothing. It was then that she broke through the dense forest, revealing a mud pit that likely once held water until it mixed. Peri sighed, cutting short as her eyes caught onto something scrambling within the mud. A mouse. It had already seen her, its tiny body squirming as it frantically tried to make it's way to its den. The mud was so think that every time it found itself free of the sticky grasp, it would skip away only to find itself stuck again. After taking a few steps forward into the slimy goo, Peri noticed quickly that it was getting deeper. The mouse was nearer to the middle, and if she waited for the mouse to get closer it would take forever. It was a quick, dumb decision, but hunger drove her forward, slowly trudging through the thick substance. Eventually her white canines found the fury body, crushing it with her jaws in an instant. Her tail sort of wagged in its own way in satisfaction, although as she brought her eyes upwards sky blue orbs would focus in on a gray figure coming towards her. She wasn't too eager to give up her mouse, and so Paris quickly looked around searching for the quickest way out so that she could bolt. The male had likely already seen her, and she'd be dead in a minute if she didn't think fast.
OOC: Sorry if this is a meh post xD for whatever reason I can't seem to spell words today
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2017 23:48:44 GMT -8
Heavy paws sloshed through the mud, the intervals between pawsteps growing larger as the mud grew thicker. In the moments of almost silence, Chasen flicked his ears around, sifting through the disgusting sound of his paws trying to release themselves from the suction of the mud to try and find anything else. So far, it had only been a chorus of birds and the breeze that accompanied the silver male, but he wasn't about to give up that easily. It was during one of these pauses that the sound of another creature struggling to move in the muck caught his fancy. It was faint, so whatever was moving was no elk, but it would be a small meal if he managed to catch it.
It seemed though, that someone else had the same idea. The handsome male had no clue how he missed this new wolf's scent on the air; the first notification that he wasn't alone was another timbre of sloshing pawsteps. The creature he had heard before obviously wasn't going to be going anywhere fast in the mud, so Chasen continued to move towards the new wolf with little hesitation. He wasn't going to scare off someone else's prey in this situation.
The form he discovered that killed the mouse was not anything like he was expecting. Her corkscrew tail wound up over her spine, waving slightly in the air. If he wasn't so close, he would've assumed that this Queen was simply a lost dog, but he was no idiot. He scented the air after he had hear her coming, and among the scent of dog mingled that of wolf, and a wolf that wasn't himself nor those he had noted earlier. He was intrigued to say the least, his paws carrying him through the mud to her out of sheer curiosity and admiration.
When blue met brown, Chasen was taken aback. She looked frightened! Was there something somehow silently sloshing through the mud behind him? He flicked his head behind him, scanning the area for danger, including but not limited to three demon wolves, but found nothing at all. He turned back to her, his tail swinging loosely behind him and a broad grin on his face. "Great catch! Speaking of which, can I catch your name? Mine's Chasen, the silver male struck up conversation, a glint in his chocolate eyes as the male hoped to persuade the magnificently coloured Queen to stay. Underneath the uniquely coloured coat, he could see that she was preparing to bolt, and he didn't want to chase after her to learn her name. He was determined to properly meet this she-wolf, to have a good conversation with her, and hopefully, he wouldn't have to sprint through a trough of mud to do so.
@paris
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2017 13:50:49 GMT -8
Peri wasn't too surprised by the male's choice of words, breaking through the eerie silence as he tried to occupy her focus. It had to have been a trap. Indulge her interests so that she would come closer, and then she would quickly become a cannibals meal. There was no menacing look in the brute's eyes, but Paris had learned long ago about sly trickery killers had adapted to, like a spider and it's web. A trap you wouldn't see until it was too late. Chasen was his name, although Paris was too focused on rushing her way slowly out the thick mud to see if he were coming closer. He asked of her name, and although she was obviously looking to retreat, Peri deemed it acceptable to at least provide that bit of information. "Uh, Peri." she mumbled over her mouthful of mouse fur. If it ever came to a point that he had spread her nickname to others that she ran into, she could just tell them her real name and deny that she knew of any 'Perry'. Not like she needed to, but it was a plan she had thought of long ago. It took a good minute for her to find her completely brown paws on the terrain, adrenaline pulsing through her veins and encouraging her to leave. Dropping her mouse to the floor, Peri would turn her attention to Chasen finally, her unique figure appearing half dipped in mud; not quite pleasing to the eye anymore. " I don't mean to intrude. I must take my leave now. Please don't follow me, I-I swear i'll be off your territory in less than a minute." It wasn't like her to stutter, but the hybrid had grown genuinely fearful for her life around wolves. She could protect herself when needed, but what came with some wounds from a good fight was infection if untreated, and she didn't know much about herbs. It wasn't worth the risk unless she was presented with a life or death situation. Like many of her other interactions with wolves, Peri assumed that the brute would let her scamper off barely ahold of her life. In a way she felt like a coyote, scavenging for food and being chased away by every wolf she met. With a polite dip of her head, Paris turned and picked up her kill, trotting blissfully away and into grassier terrain, her nose working to find the scent line that marked that she was no longer in Chasen's space. None was found, Peri pausing for a moment and looking back, her eyes narrowing. Was this even his territory?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2017 16:44:30 GMT -8
The she-wolf was backing away; not a good sign. "Uh, Peri," She responded to his inquiry. The name was wonderfully unique. He had never met a Peri before in his life! She continued to move back, but Chasen continued to follow, his head lowered in a bid to not look threatening. Why a she-wolf would be frightened of devilishly handsome looks was beyond him, but he wanted to get to know this Peri, and he couldn't quite do that if she was thinking he was a threat. Her frame was rising out of the mud with every step, so at least she knew where the end of this awfully deep mud was. The earthy tones of the mud didn't quite match her caramel coat, but what could he say? Mud didn't exactly match grey either.
"I don't mean to intrude. I must take my leave now. Please don't follow me, I-I swear i'll be off your territory in less than a minute," Peri stammered once she was on (more) solid ground. His territory? No no no! And off she went, trotted merrily away with her mouse. Chasen was still stuck in the mud partially, so he tried a fox-like maneuver, pushing off with his hind legs for a series of jumps through the rest of the mud. It was strenuous work, but it was faster than simply trudging through it. His chest heaved as he finally reached the grassier ground, but he pushed on, following the unique scent that Peri left behind.
He found her looking back to him quizzically, and he almost thanked the stars right then. No more running! The grey male did the only thing he could think of to show that he wasn't a threat. Chasen threw himself onto the ground, exposing his stomach to the wolf-dog before him. "This isn't... my territory. Why anyone would... want to claim this... mudball is beyond me," he panted cheekily to Peri, who stood upside down in his chocolate vision. twisting himself back onto his stomach, the silver male stayed on the ground, waiting, watching to see if the Queen would stay. "Sorry for following you, I just needed to let you know that you weren't intruding. I would actually prefer some company,' Chasen's tones spoke again, the end of his sentence being a higher pitch, as if he was proposing a question. Perhaps the pair of rogues could stick together? Two was always better than one, right?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2017 23:22:23 GMT -8
As soon as her vision had concentrated on the path she had just walked, the hybrid would immediately notice a shadow that had been running after her. Her paws fumbled slightly, wanting to sprint, through her eyes were occupied. This had to be some sort of battle. He was going to attack her, and revealing her bum to her attacker wasn't the best starting position. Paris whipped around, standing her grounding and sizing up her opponent with a light growl. It was strange, but then again not, noticing that Chasen was slightly shorter than her, and from what she could tell the same weight or lower. Right as she dropped her mouse, preparing to fight, Paris flinched as his body thudded to the ground. Chasen was exposing his belly which was an obvious sign that he was submitting to her, that or portraying the idea that he wasn't a threat. It was a dumb move. If she really wanted to, she could just run up and dig a nice hole into his internal organs, a bloody mess or a wolf that would soon bleed to death. Lucky for him, she was just a bit too shocked to be malicious. " This isn't... my territory. Why anyone would... want to claim this... mudball is beyond me," he panted, perhaps out of shape from running after her. Peri smirked at the thought, well aware of how often she purposely exercised; all for this reason. Exercise is what kept the she-wolf living to this day. Her smirk disappeared, muscles relaxing after seeing this was no fight. " No matter." she shook her head, brow furrowing into thought. Whether this is his home or not, he came to me because i'm different, and I won't risk my life because he seems nice. " Sorry for following you, I just needed to let you know that you weren't intruding. I would actually prefer some company," this confirmed her thoughts. He wanted some company, implying that he didn't want her to leave, which meant she would be risking everything to stick around. Her eyes narrowed again, the same inquisitive look from before. " You're interested in me, no? Explain to me why I should, for whatever reason, accompany you. You see it as a potential friendship, I see it as death pitifully looking me in the eyes," she questioned, her voice rather stern and strong compared to earlier when she had stuttered. Her tone was harsh as if she had already made up her mind, but her orange tipped ears stood alert, mind open to what Chasen had to say. If he could prove himself, perhaps this might just be a new step in her 'predator and prey' directed life. She hid her slight inward excitement, but in the event that they stayed together, Paris would have a pure wolf around to continue her education on how to embrace the wild life. Then, perhaps, she would be more accepted.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2017 2:03:08 GMT -8
Thank goodness, at least she hadn't run away immediately again. As he had spoken, she seemed to be thinking to herself, the silver male could almost see the gears turning the the wolf-dog's head. Now Chasen was covered in mud, but he stayed positive, a twinkle in his chocolate eyes as the she-wolf looked back to him. "You're interested in me,
no?" She began. That was an understatement! She intrigued him more than any other wolf ever had. Her features, her genetics, her personality, they all seemed to draw him in while at the same time pushing him out. "Explain to me why I should, for whatever reason, accompany you. You see it as a potential friendship, I see it as death pitifully looking me in the eyes," She interrogated.
That was a great question. At first it was simply physical attraction and curiosity, but now he... well he didn't exactly know. "Miss Peri, I don't believe that death would put himself in a position of such vulnerability. I mean no harm to you, honestly, and you got it dead right, I would like to be your friend. I will gladly demonstrate in any way you would like me to that I do not want to hurt you in any way. As for reasoning, we could hunt bigger, more substantial prey than mice together, and if we need to defend ourselves, we have a much better chance of chasing off some crazy wolf with two rather than one. Plus, it's just nice to have a friend, healthy even," Chasen gave a genuine smile to the she-wolf once he finished his monologue.
He desperately wanted her to stay; a whine almost escaped his lips from his mental begging. He lifted his rump from his laying position, his tail wagging behind him in a play bow. His salmon tongue lolled out of his mouth as he awaited an answer from the she-wolf-dog. He wanted to see the same twinkle her her icy blue eyes that he held in his warm browns, to see her stoic, interrogation face smile, to see the curly tail she carried wag for more than simply a mouse. Perhaps to bring down a deer with her, he didn't know what could happen if she agreed to be his friend. No thoughts ever crossed his mind that she would refuse and bolt.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2017 12:34:32 GMT -8
" Miss Peri," he began, a rather odd way to address her. " I don't believe that death would put himself in a position of such vulnerability. I mean no harm to you, honestly, and you got it dead right, I would like to be your friend. I will gladly demonstrate in any way you would like me to that I do not want to hurt you in any way. As for reasoning, we could hunt bigger, more substantial prey than mice together, and if we need to defend ourselves, we have a much better chance of chasing off some crazy wolf with two rather than one. Plus, it's just nice to have a friend, healthy even," Chasen continued, sincerity ridden all over his cheerful tone. The idea of a friend quite frankly didn't appease her. Paris was never the type that wanted friends or a mate. All the wanted was to better herself, and while Chasen called it a friendship, Peri saw it more as a partnership. An opportunity. Chasen then lifted his rump, tail wagging in a playful way. She wanted to roll her eyes, but she couldn't simply turn away such a rare proposal. Paris turned away, carefully evaluating what she was risking. The brute was rather goofy, someone who would perhaps get on her nerves, but at her size he had to know some good hunting tactics. He didn't seem like much of a fighter, but perhaps he could also share some moves. Peri didn't want a traveling buddy, but she knew by heart that she needed one. The half-wolf sighed allowed, preparing for the feeling of regret later. " Fine.. but I doubt you'll find much company with me around." she said in a monotone voice, her expression bored. Paris took up her mouse once again, aqua orbs searching. " We should find some water," she would continue, her first means of business. With that, the soldier-like female trotted off, her nose held near the ground in search of damp moss. Water held very faint scent, but there was enough difference from the smell of wet mud and fresh liquid that Peri assumed she could tell. Her attention was no directed towards Chasen anymore, simply assuming he would follow. If he began to speak, the rogue would let a single ear perk, vaguely listening to what he had to say. She couldn't be so rude as to completely ignore him. Her trust was still guarded heavily, though, and if Chasen were to move too close to her Paris would quickly look up, a slow, soft growl rumbling in her chest as a warning.
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