Ghosts in the forest (open)

[Snowflame]

The eerie silence of the forest could frighten even the strongest and toughest of the Putnar. The only sound in the dark, shadowy trees, was the faint rustle of the leaves blowing in the slight, cool wind. The gnarled and disformed shapes of the wide, stocky trees looked like evil creatures of the night, waiting in the shadows to pounce upon their unaware victims. The trickle of a small forest stream filled the air with a cooling, peaceful melody.

One creature walked in this forest of darkness and ghosts. An ivory pelted fae padded warily underneath the looming figures of the trees. Her icy blue eyes that seared into the darkness were full of anxiety, dread and fear. Her tired, muddied paws touched the ground hard, and her breaths came in big gulps. Her proud maw was open slightly, and her hot, wet pinky tongue had flopped out on its own accord. Her leg muscles screamed in pain, for she had been travelling at an unwavering fast pace, and she had not rested in two days. Her empty stomach nagged at her for food, and her sensitive nose scented around for even the slightest hint of a rabbit or hare.

The faemme growled hungrily at the scent of a small rabbit not far away. She scanned the ground, and to her happiness spotted rabbit footprints and droppings that were fresh. She licked her lips, and crouched low to the ground. Slowly, like a lion, she crept forwards through the undergrowth until she spotted a small, nervous looking young rabbit, its fluffy white tail gleaming in the faint moonlight that managed to escape into the forest. The back of Snowflame's neck bristled, and she produced a silent snarl as the bloodlust rose in her. Quick as lightning, she darted forwards, her tired leg muscles bulging, the rabbit trying to run for cover, and then she pounced. She grasped hold of its neck and bit deeply, her saliva running as the sweet blood poured into her eagerly waiting mouth. She settled down and started to eat the rabbit with gusto, her eyes alive with the passion of the hunt.

An eerie sound came from not far away, and Snowflame glanced around frightfully. Her ears came up, and her head moved from side to side as she scanned the area around her with caution. The faint memory of something a loner had told her once echoed in her mind, and she gulped when she remembered. Ghosts were said to haunt certain areas of the forest, and as Snowflame dug into her kill, she started to fear the forest around her. Oh how she wished another varg was with her!

[gratz]

(hope you don't mind - I'm sorry this is so long, I got carried away :P)

A sulfurous scent wafted around him like a thick cloud of noxious smoke, penetrating every nostril within at least a five foot radius. He smelled like a walking corpse, a real denizen of the underworld, complete with rotting clumps of flesh in his armpits and on his rump, and puss-filled boils in his ears. His blondish-white fur was greasy and matted, no doubt from his habitual urge to roll around in every dead thing he came across, and it was highly ineffective at hiding all of his 'battle' scars.

Which was just the way Gratz liked it.

The meaner he looked, and smelled, the better. He prowled beneath the black forest canopy like a bull, with his blocky head held low and his rusty-orange eyes gaping in the dark, watering like an old dog's. While he panted, his tongue dangled from his jaws, and saliva beaded down his chin and chest unnoticed. He wore a vacant expression. A twinge of anger or surprise would briefly strike his ugly face whenever his lumpy tail slapped him particularly hard, which swished around his backside like a drunk with a fly-swatter, but, for the most part, there was no way to decipher the lonely thought or two that crossed his mind.

Gratz was not the brightest fellow ever to roam the earth; indeed, those few who met him could safely say - and without exaggeration - that Gratz would not only lose a game of wits with his own shadow, but that he'd try to beat it up once the game was over. He was boorish, not thoughtful at all, and had a tendency to do more biting than talking. When he did happen to speak, it was usually to say something mildly insulting, mostly self-incriminating, and very honestly stupid.

Unfortunately, a smart idea would occur to him every once in a while, and this one just happened to tell him to hunt in the woods. Since he was so big, and so smelly, Gratz could never run fast enough to catch any swift-legged beast on the plains, so he decided to hunt in a place that was far harder for the Lera to run away from him. Tonight, he just so happened to smell something appetizing: fresh blood. "Bingo!" He growled thickly. His deep voice was low and guttural, and, slowly, a conniving smile crept over his face. "Looks like it's my lucky day," he said aloud. He wasn't a picky eater, and scavenging was one of his greatest skills.

The brutish barbarian immediately picked up his pace and was soon loping through the shady wood with all the grace of a tank. Wood splintered and bushes rustled as he past. But his crude technique had its merits. Within moments, long before he would have if he was sneaky and sly like most other Varg, he reached his destination. Gratz stumbled into the small clearing with his fur full of knots and tangles, rusty eyes roving madly through the darkness to spot one lonely white drappa with her muzzle stained with blood. 'It's a rabbit,' he thought, 'I love rabbit.' He smiled a toothy grin and strode up to her.

"Give me that, you ugly little Sickla. Or I'll pound you so far into the ground it will take Fenris himself a full day just to dig you back up." He loomed over her and the rabbit, still grinning like an idiot. This was how Gratz said hello, and since he said something before he beat her up, he was being particularly polite.

[Lykos]

Lykos heard a the sound of a wolf it was very faint but vouldn't be that far away. He walked to where he was hearing the sound coming from and soon got the scent of a fresh kill which made him run to the scent. The bloodlust was coming apon him and Lykos didn't even notice he was running into the dark forest that was siad to have ghosts and demons and monsters.

He could see to vargs in the distance now a female and a male, in the female's mouth was a rabbit, Lykos hasn't eaten in days so he couldn't resist if someone got in his way Lykos would attack them but he just decided to pull the rabbit out of the faes mouth. Being as silent as he could the vargs didn't even notice him coming he was just in bewteen them and he grabed the rabbit but the fae was biting into it hard and he couldn't rip it out of her mouth.