On the edge [Ly]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/zl7y49.png][atrb=style,text-align:justify; ] Frustration. That single emotion can tear one down from the highest pedestal and into the lowliest forms of rage. There is a want, a need, a desire, a driving force to have something. And then, when one is denied such a thing, one becomes frustrated, angry, seething, and in some cases insane. A massive frame crouched low against the ground. The brutes rust dusted, silver spotted coat rippled with muscles as his lips rose over sharp teeth. No sound was emitted, but his far off, dusky blue glaze focused sharply on the scene unravelling before him. There was a small herd of deer, one buck, two does with their youngsters and an elderly creature that even looked frail. Setting his optics on his target, he slinked forward, his smooth footsteps whispering against the ground. The brute flicked his ears, audits focused on the oldest of the herd. Dyami slunk as close as he dared to the grouping, all senses alert and concentrated on his objective. His large frame moved surprisingly stealthily across the ground. His paws landed carefully against the light dusting of snow, he was warily avoiding the layer of crackling leafs under the snow; he knew that if the leaves broke under his weight that the sound would give his presence away to his prey. His ears flattened, all of his muscles tensed, fangs gleamed in the dull light of the forest. He stood locked, before she was off like a shot. Muscles straining he leapt forward, the two bounds to the elderly doe were finished within a blink of time. His oddly large, muscular frame crashed into his prey, unbalancing the frail deer. In the background he heard the sounds of the other animals fleeing. Dy’s teeth locked around the deer’s throat, cutting off the creature’s supply of air. When finally the animal’s form went slack, Dyami disengaged his fangs from the doe’s throat. A tall, menacing shape crested the top of the hill. His form was splattered with blood and gore, though his steps were firm with pride, and arrogance. The cock of his head and the flash of those deep sapphire eyes were signals to all that they should revel in his presence. He slowly meandered down the slope, his dark whipcord slashing constantly across his haunches. Dyami, the scent of blood hanging in the air, and the adrenaline still warming his system, began to attack the carcass ravenously. He gorged himself, eating about ¾ of his kill. Blood splatters marked his rich pelt, and he cleaned himself of them thoroughly. His belly full of warm meat, and his pelt clean, left him with nothing else to do. He laid idly, eyes half shut as he dug out a dip in the snow and laid down into it. He didn’t sleep, merely rested his body against the ground. This loner life bored him at the moment. He was always waiting for something to happen, he was never excited anymore, never enthralled, never passionate. He looked over the area around him, leisurely identifying each type of plant and tree. A sharp sound made him prickle his ears, for a moment he thought that there was another around him, he tensed lightly, straining his audits, but as moments passed he relaxed again.

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Sunshine...

The black triangle that was Sobriquet's nose was pressed to the ground. Her chocolate brown eyes were focused on the leaf that she had pinned beneath one ivory paw, she had never see one quite so green. A breeze stirred her pelt, sending the off white hairs splaying apart to expose her thick undercoat. With the breeze came the slightest bit of winter, but nothing like she was used too. Her own self created breeze shifted the leaf she had captured. The five sections rustled together with her exhale and curled inward with her inhale. As the breeze turned into a stronger gust, Sob lifted her paw. Carried sideways through the air, the leaf was taken across the forest floor with the femmora snapping at its heels. After a few bounds she halted her silly chase to shake her head back and forth. A grin casting a goofy looking emotion over her black lipped features.

Rays...

The typically mature three year old straighted her posture somewhat. Tilting back her think-tank to gaze at her surroundings with flickering eyes. She had lived in lands of ice and snow ever since she could remember and it had been a while since she had walked beneath such a thick canopy. Her egg shell colored figure stood out so obviously against the earthen hues of the Genskir Forest. Now looking around at all the greenery she still thought her lands of Iridiel to be much more beautiful. Thinking of the way that the moon and sun alike shone upon each frosted object, making everything glimmer with an inner light like the centerpiece of a space. But, she was not here to compare the prettiness of two completely different places. She had more important things to do than that.

Trickling...

Pacing through the forest with her tall Eastern stride seemed to create obstacles ever which way. The branches of such a young forest had not yet grown high enough for her to walk comfortably. Constantly she was ducking beneath the spindly ones that threatened to whip her angular face. After pushed her way through the low hanging boughs of a familiar smelling evergreen tree she was able to stretch her neck in the small clearing beyond. As she drew a clean breath it was quickly regretted. The smell of spilled blood causing the thin flesh atop her muzzle to wrinkle distastefully. Masked as it was by the dizzying scents of surrounding forest, Sobriquet had not been able get wind of the fresh smell until she was literally standing on top of it. She lifted a stain paw and shook it to and fro. The scarlet droplets that fell only added to the trail left smeared on the undergrowth. Here, in this silent place, she was not alone. A wolf with a packless scent had made the kill.

In...

That stranger she had followed. Tracking him by scent through the woods and over the peak of a gently rolling hill. Crouched like a motionless sculpture of ice she waited in the undergrowth and watched the brute in front of her for signs of aggression. A shift of her weight from one side to the other caused a small branch beneath her to split. The noise sounded loud and she watched the wolf tense and cast his glance in her direction. When the silence again reigned supreme in Genskir she stole forth and approached Dyami. Her walk was more of a saunter, paws crossing gracefully as she padded forward. Ears pricked for the first hints of a reaction as she parted her pointed maw to speak, "Well, hello there.". The words slipped forth in a light tone. Directed towards the part of his back that was still visible over his bed of snow. The mixed colors of his pelt contrasted strongly against the icy outskirts of the forest. The exact opposite of her own ivory bodice that blended so seamlessly with the frost.

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words:: six hundred and fifty words.
notes:: My posts usually don't take this long to write, doesn't help that I lost it twice. It's kind of crappy, I'll apologize in advance.
music:: Please Don't Go - Mike Posner.
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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/zl7y49.png][atrb=style,text-align:justify; ] His thoughts focused on the bushel of holly that sat meekly merely two feet from him, he hardly heard the whisper of paws against the ground. He hardly heard them, yet he did hear them. When no sudden attack came from behind, he found no reason to lift his arse off of his comfortable snow bed and look at the creature behind him. He laid his large cranium against his paws as he heard the light paws slowly to a stop. He could tell the creature was graceful, and that it was a she-wolf. The aroma was easily identifiable this close to the femme, and the sound of her paws had been next to none, so he knew she must be light on her feet. Though he hated to admit it to himself he knew the only reason he had known she was there was the earlier noise in the forest. A killer would have receded as soon as they knew their cover was blown- at least a good killer. The bad ones he could take care of easily. He huffed a large sigh, just because he knew the female was there didn’t mean he had to jump up and pester her. She would come in her own time, or she wouldn’t, it made no difference to him. He stretched out slightly, allowing his massive and muscular form to grow and push back the snow a few centimetres before once again settling, in a looser more relaxed position. His legs lay idle, his ears rotated back, not in an anger way, more to keep watch on the female behind him. He drew a breath, wondering if the girl would ever get to talking. As she greeted him, his tail swished away against the snowy flooring. “Greetings femme,” no surprise coloured his tone, he barely lifted his head as he talked, but he dared enough not her look at her. She might as well have been an omega for all the attention he paid to her. He was bored. Wondering about the forest did not thrill him as it had once done to him in the past; in his puppyhood. Feeling silly ignoring the fae when she might have something of value to offer him, he tilted his head, before his muscled frame heaved forwards. As fleet as a dragonfly, he spun and sat, sapphire eyes focused on the vixen before him. She was frosty, not in manner but in colour. Her fur was a crème white, not purely white like snow but a soft colour, with a handful of other colours in the mixture. Her eyes were a unique shape, he didn`t know exactly what they reminded him of, but they were different. His mysterious sapphire eyes widened slowly to take in his appearance. She was muscled for a she wolf, and a small glimmer of respect darted into his gaze before leaving it. His voice cut the cold silence between them and he offered her a smile that was general, if not charming. “What`s the like of you; a pretty fae, white at that; doing creeping up on a forest hunter such as me?” His voice was polite and interested.

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Down...

Sobriquet crossed her paws and sat herself, watching the brute for signs of motion. Aggressive or not. Curling her banner over her paws so that white tip waved lazily by her jawline she fixed him with her almond shaped luminaries and waited for an acknowledgement of her words. An generic greeting came in return. Nothing out of the ordinary. Her gaze followed warily as the stranger flowed swiftly from a laying to a sitting position in the blink of an eye. When he lifted his to study her himself, she immediately took notice of his gem colored eyes. A brilliant blue like the hues reflected by the deepest part of a frozen over ocean. Stunning and luminous.

The...

Again he spoke to her, this time in a much more interesting fashion. \Sly words, she thought, intended to uncover her own intents perhaps without appearing too eager./

[/i] She flicked her tail off of her paws and laid it lightly in the frosted earth beside her. The warmth from her body was quickly melting the snow she sat neatly on top of. Heat caused the frosted water to turn damp and wet. It condensed gradually and sinking her farther down than before. She had to tilt her cranium backward ever so slight to make direct eye contact with the strange she had discovered.

Back...

"I come from my, northern frosted forests far from here, where my pelt doesn't stand out quite so obviously."[/b] The possessiveness in her sentence was accentuation when the word 'my' was followed by a pause that was maybe a bit unnecessary. The burst sienna rings around her black pupils flickered. Her posture remained neutral, her tone of warning apparent in only her voice. Some lands here were not for the taking. "It is you, after all, that contrasts so boldly with the chilly calling cards of winter." His question had been avoided so far as she made a sort of introduction to skirt it.

Of...

"The great forest hunter you are," She flicked her head to gesture towards remaining scraps of the carcass. Blood pooling around the remains which carried the same scent that had first alerted her to the presence of another. "Hunting in a deserted forest where the prey, unaccustomed to wolves, could be bathed by one's own tongue without starting if an nonthreatening paradox was presented." The smile which still lingered in the shadows of her face twisted up into a smirk as she uttered calumny about the loner. The look remained there as she waited to see his reaction.


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words:: four hundred and nineteen words.
notes:: and mine get shorter and shorter.
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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/zl7y49.png][atrb=style,text-align:justify; ] The male watched her, not without a playfully tease no less, as she looked him over. He cocked his head in reply, waiting until she was done. Bored he looked to the heavens. There was little of the sky that he could see. The trees that edged the clearing had long branches and they arched- cutting out the sky. His optics settled on her pelt as she begun to speak. He allowed his sapphire orbs to noticeably linger there. At her claim to the wintery lands a grin played against his muzzle. “Your lands, you say. But truly, how many, do you think have tried to stake a claim on them- even for all their beauty?” His voice was soft, deep, like billowing clouds that fluff up the sky, there was a soft menace in his words, a mellow sarcastic to say the least, as he commented on her assumed fighting, or the lack there of skills. His eyes switched to look at her face, wondering how she took to a biting remark. It was a test, surely. At her comment of his coat he merely grinned, arrogantly cocking his head. “Well I don’t like to blend with the rest of the crowd. I prefer to stand tall” he smirked, as he was taller than her, “fight my own battles, be a leader, stand out. It’s not a particularly bad thing to have those look at you, especially for one that rules a pack or a group of some sort.” He eyed her for a moment. “Then again among your homeland I might stick out sorely, but I would be a good distraction no thee less.” His head tipped. “I’m sure of it.” He met her eyes for a few moments, allowing the forest to grow silent after her sarcastic comment. He was amazed that the femme had teased him. The remarks about his hunting ability mayhap seem reckless for a lone femme to make but he rather enjoyed it. “Yes, you found me out. I, a loner of sorts, have been practically starving until I came upon this plentiful forest.” He turned his head, giving at sad shake of the head at his meaty, muscular frame. “’Tis a shame I’ve been getting so scrawny.” Laughter filled his eyes, before he shifted his paws in the slushy snow. “Here me, but a poor humble lad thought you might look up such a hunter. I have seen no fresh kills around here from anyone else of late.” His snip though covered with the air of having a general chat was a warning that she could tease and such to a point, but not past that. His muzzle pointed slightly towards the heavens. “What’s the calling ye go by damsel? I cannot be calling you naught in my head or outside of it for very long; s’not polite.” He cocked his head questioningly. “My names Dyami, or that’s what I’ve been called so far.” He did a careless shrug, as if his name meant nothing important to him.

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[Kazzy? Are we still continuing with this thread? If so I'll get up a response ASAP, since I've been soooooo bad about activity lately.]

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