Far from Home //open//

[Bloodyrose]

The bright white orb hung lazily in the chaste blue sky. Fenris's rays shining just above the mountain tops and peering over the pointed edges of the giant 'hills'. Wisps of fog still slung to the sides of the mountains, clinging on to dear life as Fenris vanquished them into thin air. Even though summer was still upon the land, the land showed no signs of giving into the season's demand. The evergreen trees towered above the ground, making perfect perches for the birds that fluttered into the woods. Squirrels chattered along with their winged friends as though gossiping and chatting of the latest news. Small drops of dew formed at the very ends of each green pine needle. Growing heavier and heavier until the clear droplet fell onto the ground. Falling upon any unfortunate traveler that happens to pass by.

Oddly colored paws crushed the moist dead leaves on the forest, pushing them down into the muddy ground. A bright pink clashed with the greens and browns. Sparkling pink eyes glittered in the fall morning, trying to stare their way out of the misty shroud of fog. Ragged breaths escaped her maw and into the air, her eyes still searching through the grounded clouds. Dropping down onto her stomach, Rose's lungs heaved with effort. Pumping oxygen into her body and at the same time trying to keep her warm. Paws trembled and ached, grateful for the first rest in days. A pink tongue hanged limp from her maw, dangling in mid air as puffs of hot air came forth. That should do it. I'm well beyond the pack borders now....in fact perhaps way beyond it. A sense of joy and a triumph came into the 3 and a half month old pup. Even with a thousand scrapes, bruises, aches, and pains, Rose got up onto her hot pink paws. Strength returning to her at once in a great wave.

"Try and follow me now! See even a small cub can beat you at running! In your faces you mutts!" The overjoyed pup cried, only to collapse back down onto the ground. A few chuckles escaped out of her maw before clamping shut. Staring out into the open, Rose watched as small shapes of birds darted to and fro in the trees. Always leaving behind a stream of chatter and chirps. The wet pine needles and bits of dirt stuck onto her blood red fur, making it a disheveled mess of red, pink, brown, and black. A smile still plastered onto her face, Rose shakily got onto her feet. Still winded from her three day trek through the hills and part of the mountains. Urging her weary body on, Rose heaved herself down a few more feet.

Small sounds of hooves stamping on the ground alerted the tired Fae to the group of Herla near by. Their musky scent making saliva drip through the edges of her maw. Shaking her head at her foolish action, the red and pink cub crept closer to the small herd. Rose's pink eyes stared from the bushes, mentally noting the characteristics of each Herla. That one is to strong and the other one is probably to fast so.....which one? Her question was soon answered when her eyes fell onto the body of a young fawn. No bigger than herself, Rose licked the edges of her maw. Taking another small step before charging into the herd, straight for the small fawn.

Caught off guard, the Herla sprang into the forest. Not caring who was left behind and vanished into the shadows of the trees. Paws no longer aching, Rose lunged at the fawn. Tackling it into the ground and burying her teeth into the struggling Herla's neck. Holding on the thing until it was no longer buckling and kicking underneath her. Gasping, Rose shook her fur out, sending a cloud of dirt and dust free before sinking her teeth into the fawn. The smell of fresh blood and the sight of the fresh began to send her into a trance. Tearing through the small meal, Rose let the fresh blood drip down her chin and onto her chest fur.

When the bones were cleared of meat and was no than a pile of bones and fur, Rose licked her maw and left the clearing. Padding over to the nearby trees, the red and pink pup laid down. As she had many times before, Rose curled up into a small ball. So tired.... Curling her tail around herself before drifting off to sleep.

[Roanoke]

Fernis' beautiful rays glistened on the mountains and its many inhabitants. But those shining rays didn't have the guts to touch the English demon's ink black pelt. Roanoke's milky eyes blazed in contrast of his coat. Coloured with Mother of Pearl they were, and were held dearly to their master. Lights shifted from the brightness of midday to a calm twilight. The wind also shifted with the changing time, bringing scents to demon of the west. No sound met his furred ears but, then again not much met them these days, him being new to the lands and all. Now as Tor shown in the eastern sky, which was painted in autumn’s finest colours, Roanoke’s unwavering eyes gazed aimlessly off into the distance. Soft scents hit his sensitive nostrils, a mixture of pine, a rotting carcus to the north, and the sweet scent of a cub. Who was out at this time of night?,

the black pelted mann thought as his over-sized paws started to pull him forward threw the tall pine.[/center][/color]

[Nocturnia Diiore]

[... This was longer than I meant it to be. Sorry. ]

It was growing colder every day now, the mornings chilled and, to those with thicker pelts, quite comfortably crisp. The very land itself began to grow stir-crazy, impatient to begin the metamorphoses to pull the world into the winter months, yet still the Great Eye rose and set, ever stubborn to drift from the summer season. As the sun's glare began to grow more and more pronounced, Nocturnia huffed - he hated the summer sun. He stalked onward through his irritation, forever roaming, determined to make it to the abandoned settlement he'd somehow heard had been discovered so many months ago; where a new place had been uncovered, many visitors out of sheer curiosity would come. Until he had reached his destination, however, he had to keep himself nourished through the annoying process of hunting Herla, of searching for prey (an effort that is oftentimes fruitless), of stalking a herd, of picking off the weakest member. He hated hunting, just as he hated Fenris's glaring eye - he hated so many other things anymore.

As night approached, a storm stalked with it from the mountains, a storm nearly invisible until face-to-face. The colossal giant ducked between the trees, often catching the leaves' night-time dewdrop assault with pleasure, the cool droplets a relief to his too-thick obsidian pelt. His eyes, permanently contracted, looked only forwards, nose labouring faithfully as he stalked the scent a small herd of deer had left behind. As the trail grew more and more fresh, he began to grow excited, eyes searching the trail ahead of him with all the intensity of a killer.

But suddenly, a new but oh! so familiar scent hit his nose, the scent of an almost-fresh kill, felled earlier during the day. He began to salivate at the thought of feeding, and he grinned inwardly at the thought that perhaps wolves were still nearby. As the herd re-traced the path which had brought them into the area where their kin had been murdered, they were startled at still scenting the wolf who had so amaturely taken down one of their fawns, they tore back through the brush and in a fit of flight-affected stupidity leapt right past the huge beast. He'd heard them coming and caught his feast most effortlessly, teeth clamping like a steel trap around a large doe's neck, heavy with too-late pregnancy. They hadn't even seen him.

Normally, he'd have simply fed where he stood, but his curiosity overcame his hunger and he continued on towards the scent of the other's kill. Muscles coiled and rolled throughout his frame, an easy gauge to the terrible, raw strength he possessed. The psychotic Mann broke easily through a thick tangle of thorns which blocked off the clearing, growling with pleasure as he allowed the hooks to catch and snare his face and legs. Finally, Nocturnia stood before the unusually-marked young pup and her kill, thick ropes of uncontrolled slaver now hanging from his large muzzle and soaking the deer he held.

Arctic eyes focussed first upon the well-cleaned bones, then noticed the young fae's scent. The jet-furred behemoth's lips curled back, tugging his maw into a frightening grin. He continued onward, stalking right up to the juvenile who still slept just a few steps from the clearing, dropping the doe, ears twitching as the heavy sound of flesh thudding against hard earth was heard. His massive head descended, those muscle-knotted, intimidating jaws agape, onto the dead Herla's head and neck. The sick sounds of crackling bone stabbed the silence that always followed a successful hunt and a stampede, muffled by the thick flesh surrounding his mouth. He nearly groaned in bliss as the blood, headflesh and the well matured, very essential organ within spilled into his throat, skullbone shattering whenever contact was made with his recently-sharpened teeth. Madness sparked within his mind whilst he swallowed throatful after throatful of tongue-mixed wolfmeal and he'd have crowed with maniacal enjoyment had he not have stuffed his face so thoroughly.

It was some time before he again realised that there was another in the area - right next to him, in fact. Tearing the neckmeat which remained connected to the body effortlessly, he tugged his head up, studying the whelp as a cruel king studies a most inferior beggar and putting him to death shortly after.

"Touch the meat, touch the hoof, touch anything and you're next, little wench." Nocturnia growled simply, deep voice reverberating in his throat like rolling thunder over a canyon. Too-long tail flicked into the air, raising with the lengthy hackles along the back of his neck, increasing his already imposing size. "Understood?" However, he did not return to the grand feast that lay bloodied and mangled beside his forepaws. He'd forgotten that it was he who had approached the she-wolf and not the other way around. Sights scanned her frame again, face assuming a disgusted expression. Pathetic.

[Bloodyrose]

OOC: >_< Sorry it took so long to post!

Night was falling and fast upon the small world beneath it. The skies that were once bright blue were now almost pitch black, the sun retreating just above the mountain range. Making the skies around the mountain tops a mix of red, orange, pink, purple, and light blue. Wisps of clouds were begining to turn a purplish hue as the Fenris began to sink deeper and deeper behind the towering mountains. Nighttime dew was begining to collect on the needles of the pine trees, making the drops look like small crystals in the pine tree. Small gleaming points in the sky glittered as Tor's bright orb rose into the sky. The last rays of sunlight barley visible, for now darkness rules.

Paws twitched comfortabley every once and a while, the young fae's sides lifting up and down. A sudden prickle of unease swept through the red and pink pup's body, making her jerk away instantly. Scrambling to her paws, Rose stared up to Artic white eyes of a black Mann. Her pink eyes watched as he dropped the dead Herla to the floor, a thud emphasizing the wieght of the doe. Rose's small body tensed as the Mann began to feast on his kill, blood spiling onto the ground. The tantalizing scent reached the small cub, making her want some of the kill. A threat escaped the Mann's maw, making the red pup boil in anger. "Like I would touch it! I'd rather eat dirt! Sides, I can catch my own meals. " Rose snorted in disgust. Padding over to the edge of the clearing, she stalked off. I'll show him....I'll catch own meal. Her bright pink orbs glowing in the dark night.

[Roanoke]

His large paws pulled the mann through the trees and soon the sweet stench of blood filled his sensitive nostrils, the scent would nomally made his mouth start to salavatebut his nose was sifting for something more interesting than the live blood of a lera, the scent of wolves. Roa noted the trace smells of two difrent creatures, one female, young pupish, the other male, and BIG. Still he continued to pad forward, ebon claws griping the terra beneathe his paws.

His pace slowed to a leisurly gant as the varg came into sight. His nose was correct, the fae a young pup that was colored oldly in Roa's eyes, seeing that he had just stumbled across this contry a few mons back he still didn't know if the occurance of off colored wolves was natural, so far though he had meet a red wolf, a mann with an odd temper and feddish for canablism and now this young thing, wwith her lomanessent magenta hued irisis. Milky eyes drifted from the young belle and onto a mann that could have been Roa's twin if it weren't for the size diffrence. This demon too had milky white eyes but something seemed wrong with the pupils. His mane ans pelt were as dark as night, his well muscled legs stood over the cacus that had brough Roanoke here to this place. The demon of the night spoke "Touch the meat, touch the hoof, touch anything and you're next, little wench." His voice like a thunder, it's reverberations rippled off of the rock and granite that studded the contry side. Moving with grace that suited his lenthy body, Roanoke took that step forward that would his presence known. His voice soft and gentil, the chaos tucked well behind the mask he had created for this kind of situation. Hello.