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Post by Murphy on Oct 6, 2008 0:35:41 GMT -5
All that could be heard was the swishing noise of something moving through the grass and all that could be seen in the tall bleades was a black-tipped fray tail. It stuck up above the dancing strands, weaving through them. It seemed to move faster until the it disappeared.
Murphy dashed through the grass, chasing after a small field mouse. After about twenty yards or so when Murphy could of taken hold of the animal, he backed off, letting the creature slip into it's hole. He disliked the taste of rodents.He'd eaten so many of them, seeing as they were the easiest prey for the cub.
Murphy climbed up on a boulder at the edge of the meadow and settled himself down on it. He was alone. He hadn't come across any wolves in this area yet but he could smell them. There was many of them. He was getting rather lonely but he refused to call anyone to him. He'd almost rather be alone but he knew he couldn't survive by himself for too much longer. He had sworn off mice by now. Birds were preferred but harder to catch.
The pup sighed, laying his head on his paws.
A nap could not suffice his boredom for very long so Murphy jumped off the rock and explored the meadow a little more. A new, unfamiliar smell reached the pups nose. He took off on the trail and quickly reached a strange spiked animal. He got up close and attempt to sniff the animal more closely but before he knew what happened a sharp, stinging pain reached his muzzle. He let out a loud yelp.
Murphy scurried away back toward the rock with his tail between his legs. He climbed back up and laid down, whimpering.He was afraid to paw at the long needles stuck in his nuzzle. ooc: Lame, I know.
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Spiderfluff
Newborn
"Fear is the little darkroom where negatives are developed."
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Post by Spiderfluff on Oct 7, 2008 17:37:03 GMT -5
Taken from her misery, a cloud of silk hovered over the grassy terrain. To the surroundings and gifts from Fenris and Tor from above, the creature appeared almost similar to a small patch of fallen snow. Sulfuric orbs within the beast's skull had been pleasured deeply by the intoxicating sight of summer.
A fresh breeze of mountain air roamed down to the meadow where the phantom stood and had made her senses question their skill. Another scent had been abruptly taken. The scent of the fae's own flesh and blood. Another living soul was about - from what the fae could tell. Her blanch mask had shown no mercy to the images before her. When her eyes met up with a obstacle blocking the horizon, she knew exactly what it was.
No memory could afford the very presence of what had been forgotten so long ago. As the fae advanced forward to the slumbering pup, her thoughts unfolded one by one. However, she could not sense her own emotions, but the pleasant feeling of peace that the beast before her had so secretly possessed.
Dragging a feathery quill filled with earth and pollen, the female carefully lurked closer to the little creature with is best interest at heart. She knew that she would have to avoid it from waking from a heavenly and most well deserved sleep, just like no powerful being could awake the earth from is winter's rest.
When the fae finally reached he little ball of fur and warmth, she kept at a safe distance in case something drastic were to happen. A down-like mane whistled in the faint smiling breeze of the territory, knowing naught of what the morn would bring. It was questionable, but it would be clarified later when the sun rose from the earth and horizon.
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Post by Murphy on Oct 7, 2008 17:54:58 GMT -5
The pups slumber had been light enough that he woke with ease to the scent of another. He knew he could not be nonchalant about anything until he knew he was safe. There was not blaming his youth on letting his guard down in an unknown territory.
He stood up on the rock, the quill's of the porcupine still lodged in his muzzle. He did not crouch or growl, but kept aware of the situation. Most wolves would not openly threaten a mere pup.
"Hello?" He asked. He was timid at first but his voice was sturdy and did not shake. He climbed down from the rock and moved forth to the older Fae, keeping his head low. He kept his eyes on her feet and his tail down. He'd learn the etiquette of the wolves by watching kerl's approach alpha's before becoming separated from his pack.
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Della
Cub
Adolescent of Koran
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Post by Della on Nov 3, 2008 20:31:00 GMT -5
OoC|I'm SO sorry it took so long. Been so busy. And my post isn't even that good. =/ Oh well. I'll try to be more active from here on in.
Ah, the meadow.
Della hopped through the long, fat blades of grass playfully, pouncing at their tapered tips with all the energy of a cub. (Though, according to natural social standards, she was getting a bit too old to scamper so carelessly.) It was here, in the security of the open fields and disheveled, patchy greenery that the youth felt herself constantly returning to. It was one of the few places beyond the Koran territory Alice felt comfortable about, and this thought alone made Della feel all the more safe in the area.
Its plains were known to everyone in the Transylvanian area as a haven for pups, with it’s abundant supply of small prey and play space, and this kept it safe by some unspoken rule among the wolves. It was rare this rule was broken by some rivaling pack, and most of the time there were affectionate Kerls with too much time on their hands and bored pack mothers scattered through the area, there simply to keep an eye on the youngsters around them, and perhaps lighten their own heart a bit.
Mothers took their children to the meadows to learn how to hunt, and, of course, Alice introduced the notion to her in the waving crop. It was in the confines of the grass that Della caught and ate a field mouse; the first thing she ever successfully hunted. Now, of course, reaching almost a year in age, Della’s hunting ability extended far beyond that of just field mice.
She could easily chase down a hare in its prime with her slim build, built for bulleting through the wind. And large birds such as crow or quail were no match for her, either. The young wolf had learned to jump high, and catch a raven swooping down mid-flight, though this was the trickier of the skills she knew, and though she boasted, could rarely produce results.
But today was not a day to poach for birds, no. Della had just finished exploring a route from the mountains, that so consequentially led down to the very landscape her mind had been preoccupied on. It inspired the child in her once more, sending her in a wild dance of pounces and scampers, skittering across the soft earth in chase of whatever rodent crossed her path. She wouldn’t chase run for long before being distracted by another squeaking game that sent her in a completely different direction. Laughing wildly to herself, the youth enjoyed her evening.
Stopping abruptly, Della caught a large noseful of a foreign pup. Or was it two? It seemed in her blind wandering, she had happened upon new faces. The stench was heavy and new, and this sent the fae’s tail wagging hard, for she was a wolf of company.
Della let out a small, playful yip and poked her head up from behind the grass to search for the new folk and call them to her warmly.
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Post by Murphy on Nov 10, 2008 21:22:34 GMT -5
Grey ears swiveled back at the yip< he turned from the other he had been approaching and trotted the other way. His tail stuck up above the tall blades as it had before, causing th blades to make a swishing noise.
The young wolf, soon to reach adulthood, spotted the reddish wolf ahead. He hadn't ever come across a wolf with such a pelt as hers. It was quite intriguing to Murphy.
He stepped closer, lowering his head catiously, you never know who you're meeting. Big eyes looked up at the female. "Hello," he said with a nod of his head. "I'm Murphy," He added quietly. Despite his hsy disposition, his tail was wagging a little behind him.
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Sammorra
Cub
only the impossible can do the impossible
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Post by Sammorra on Feb 9, 2009 12:47:56 GMT -5
Mia padded through the sweet earthly smelling meadow, loving the feel of the earth beneath her paws. She had been following the erratic flights of a butterfly, chasing and laughing after it when she came upon the perfect sunny spot for a nap. She nosed around the dirt, breathing in all the tantalizing scents of mice and other small animals, and after she had been sure there was no quarry, whether big or small, to distract or frighten her, she nestled in to sleep. Upon waking later, she played in the soft mound of dirt, nipping at the long tendril-like blades of grass that would sweep over her soft red pelt, which was now a dusty brown. Looking up in the trees, she could almost hear them whispering, telling each other ancient secrets. Mia was lost in her thoughts when she sensed another varg close by. Her senses immediately told her to stay. Quietly, she nosed the air and scented others as well, getting up with as much skill of silence she knew, (which wasnt a lot) she looked through the tall grass and seen a larger female cub, standing with a male cub. Mia waited.
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