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Post by f i z z on Apr 24, 2013 22:46:36 GMT -8
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His stay in the town had been short, having come from a town just a short travel away. Yet, he had learned quite a bit in the time he had been there and it was rather interesting to see how the packs functioned. Of course, the Cesavias he learned rather rapidly, had been the neutral pack of sorts, stuck between a rather hostile group of mongrels known as the Nemilest and a sexist group known as the Rhazorn. He was quite curious about the female pack, more so as to why they held such distaste for male members. He had yet to meet its leader though and he had no intention to go barking at her border for her.
Another little drama that had caught his attention was the impending war between the female bunch and a wolf pack, the Xarthen. He was not a dog of voluntary violence and he had yet to find a reason for the hostilities between them. As far as he knew, there had been no killings or kidnappings against one another, the territories were far apart and with the dogs taking over the city he doubted it was over territory. Wolves were not made for the city or its paved streets; they were made for wood and earth, for stone and water. They were not to be pampered by humans and as far as history went, they had been hunted and frowned upon for various reasons, depending on the era.
All of these rumors and tales spun in his head, filed neatly in a folder, waiting to be revisited when it was needed again. The hound was born in the city, but he enjoyed the country side, which was what brought him to the rather spacious meadow he stood upon the edge of, hidden in the shade of a pine tree, the needles creating a little cushion for him as he dined at his own leisure on a rather well fed rabbit he had caught not long ago. It was nice to be away from his new duties as the alpha of a pack, something he and Rephaim had pondered for quite some time when coming to the city. Emris quickly decided he was not to be ordered around and so they had taken over the group- not that it took much; they were rather alpha-less as it was.
Interesting enough, the hound had high hopes to meeting either dogs or wolves on this little countryside visit. He was interested in the wolf side of the story, but he was also happy to relax and converse with a dog if one should cross his path- it was always good to learn more information- no matter the source. He even wondered if his get away would indeed turn into a recruiting mission, although he was not one to press his values and opinions heavily upon one that did not care for it, he would offer home and shelter to any dog in need of it. His only catch was that they earn what they got by pitching in on the various tasks at hand.
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Post by bella on Apr 25, 2013 22:14:30 GMT -8
we can learn to love again Annabeth had grown tired of the mangled streets of the city. She was growing bored of the same wrecked buildings, trashed shops, and the eerie silence — which was quite odd seeing as how there were plenty of canines living in the area — that enveloped the place. She was unsatisfied with it all, especially now that she could see no sign of her older brother, Anthony. Normally, this would be no problem to the ginger female. But Annabeth never really was the kind that stayed put for long. She lived a life of new things to do and new sights to see.
So being the daring lupin she was, Annabeth went to the outskirts of the city, where the barren valley lay. The barren valley took up to its name quite well. There was really nothing to see except mile upon mile of green plains, a few creeks here and there, and the occasional foliage. Nothing really exciting. But of course, Annabeth always had a solution for things like this. After all, she had a great sense of imagination and adventure in her.
With a wide grin set on her defined features, the Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever sprang into action. Her mild pace became a fast trot and then accelerated into an adrenaline-filled run. She glided across the valley, her alabaster paws taking her to no particular place. A howl of laughter slipped from her jaws, vibrating in her floppy ginger ears and echoing out into the distance. Annabeth raised her obsidian nose into the air and took in a deep breath, drawing in the scents around her. She flicked through each trail, finding nothing to chase. But with another great inhale, the faintest trace of another dog invaded her senses.
A spark of excitement ignited into a lively flame inside of her. The big smile plastered on her muzzle became even more joyous. Annabeth, without a single moment to waste, gave into her instincts. The femme was trained to locate game that were mostly avians and hunt them down. But for this occasion, Annabeth dropped the hunting part of the plan. Instead, she would just track this new and very intriguing dog.
Annabeth wagged her fluffy tail, chest heaving up and down as she took in large amounts of air. Once her breathing receded and went back to normal, Annabeth put her nose to the ground and began to walk. She closed her warm chocolate eyes and used her sense of smell to guide her to this unknown canine. Her gait was swift and precise, leading her on. With each passing moment, the trail became more animate, more vivid until there came the point where Annabeth opened her eyes and can see the outline of a large-looking hound. Tail still waving around madly, the auburn-furred she-dog approached the grey male.
Once she was just about a few feet away from him, Annabeth yipped to claim her presence around the man. Her throat vibrated as a chorus of notes escaped from the ginger’s maw, each lyrics laced with a tone of independence, bravery, and yet still held a certain femininity and gentleness in it.
“You look a little lost in thought there,” she barked with a smile hinted in her voice. |
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Post by f i z z on Apr 28, 2013 5:16:41 GMT -8
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The rustling of grass had caught his attention and with a look of excitement and anticipation, he looked across the grassy plain, rabbit between his long legs- certainly not forgotten. His excitement diminished a bit when he saw the bouncing figure of a retriever in the distance. A heavy sigh left his lungs as he took another bite of the rabbit and resumed a rather spaced out appearance. He did not mind the other finding him and he was sure she would eventually- he wasn’t too difficult to spot nor was his scent hard to pick up in the field that he had hunted in not long ago.
An unfriendly meeting did not bother the hound; his size was more than a deterrent for a dog with a bad attitude and his bite was nothing to take lightly either. His breed was known amongst humans for its savagery in battle, although it had been led to believe to have been bred out of their genes, it had merely been suppressed by a sense of family. All humans were family; those that were harmed meant harm to the immediate family and were treated accordingly. His breed- as far as he was concerned- was capable of the same savagery, as they had been known for in the early days of their breed.
The retriever had found him quite fast, yipping at him to gain his attention. An ear flicked as his gaze shifted to focus on her. He cocked his head ever so slightly just as she spoke. His lips pinched with the beginning of a smirk before he nodded. “Yes, a little bit.” He shrugged it off, letting her feel as if she had snuck up on him, there was no harm in giving the lass some pride and encouragement. “What brings once such as yourself to a place like this? “ He asked, his voice taking on a rather serious tone- making it clear to her that he was unable to relax fully and joke around. Well, it wasn’t that he couldn’t he just didn’t know how or even why he should do that.
Emris yawned, laying there for a moment longer before he looked down at the half eaten rabbit before scooping it up in his mouth and tossing it in her direction. “Have some if you’d like. I’d hate for it to go to waste.” His tone was pleasant, offering up half of his meal to her out of courtesy- he could have finished the meal, but he had no problem giving it away. He could hunt more later in the day. “I’m Symmachus.” It was customary to introduce ones self and generally ask for the others name, but he did no such thing, she seemed friendly enough and he was certain she would offer it willingly, if he initiated the introduction process.
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Post by bella on May 1, 2013 19:54:06 GMT -8
we can learn to love again While she waited patiently - or restlessly more like - for the male to answer her simple query, Annabeth made sure to take in every little detail of the towering wolfhound. Her molten chocolate orbs flicked from one spot to the other without a single thing going unnoticed. The young lady took careful note of the brute’s physique. Annabeth acknowledged the slight ripple of muscle beneath his scraggly grey fur, the sharp and very deadly-looking canines that showed just enough for her to see, and his general fit bodice.
That was enough for Annabeth’s mind to begin reeling in strategies and techniques for her to use in combat if this encounter ever turns for the worst. But this was a backup, something to use as a defense if ever the brute saw her as a potential threat to him. Though as she observed the male’s body language for intently, she had a feeling that he wouldn’t turn on her - lest she makes a wrong move of course.
“Yes, a little bit.” The wolfhound’s deep, serious chords rang in the retriever’s droopy ears, snapping the female back to attention. Her brown eyes peered into his amber-ish pair, a simple smile gracing her lips. “What brings one such as yourself to a place like this?” Annabeth tipped her head to the side to shuffle through a million answers for a moment before saying, “The city was starting to get a little uninteresting for me so I thought I’d tour the countryside a bit. How about you?”
The ginger-furred canine sat back on her haunches, feathered tassel swinging back and forth. She let her eyes trail down Emris’ long legs and down to the half-eaten rabbit. A mildly surprised expression masked Annabeth’s face as he grabbed the dead creature in his powerful jaws and throw it at her paws. The fae looked down at the mangled thing whilst she listened to the male’s pleasant tone. So he was offering his well-earned catch to a complete stranger? Well that was new. As far as Annabeth knew, nobody had done that for her except her brother.
A grateful look took over her face and she gladly tore off the rabbit’s leg for her to chew on. Her brown eyes once again traced up to meet his. “You’re different from them,” Annabeth stated simply, her notes a tad muffled by the meat and bone trapped between her sharp teeth. “None of the dogs I’ve come across have given me their hard-earned meals off their own accord. I like you.” Another easy-going, child-like smile passed the auburn retriever’s maw. “I’m Annabeth and it’s a very genuine pleasure to meet you, Symmachus. Oh, and just to inform you, I’ll be sure to replace this with a new one. It’s my way of saying thank you,” she informed him, nose momentarily nudging the rabbit between her legs. |
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Post by f i z z on May 1, 2013 21:48:06 GMT -8
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He was aware enough to know that she was analyzing him, her eyes were sharp, dragging over him as her mental wheels churned. He ignored her habit, he was not at all surprised, it was customary that strays analyze each other to see if they were in danger of being hurt if things ‘went south’ as the humans would say. If he had been a smaller dog, or an insecure one, he would have spent the same time analyzing her, but he was large, muscular and by sheer size he would overpower her. The wolfhound’s size was often misleading, he was a dog bred to hunt wolves and other large predators, and he was more than flexible in his own right and equally fast. Of course, he did not care to boast on this, he liked being underestimated.
Her answer to his question was not unexpected, he smiled politely in response, tired of the stuffy city…even after the cars and machines stop He understood this logic, it was part of the reason he was there, he was already tired of the rotting fences and metal, the stuffy warehouse, it was all too much. I wonder if we could break a window. He mused, thinking of the territory he was now in charge of. It was not likely a surprise that he was a former house pet, especially by the place he picked, the way he tried to clean it up. He had a standard of living and just because his humans abandoned him did not mean he was content to sleep in the dirt for the rest of his life and no other dog he cared for would either.
“In part, for the same reason, but I chose this place because I heard wolves travelled through here to hunt.” His tone was smooth almost ‘matter of fact’ but there was an excitement in his eye as they left the retriever and scanned the tree line and the field. It did not occur to him that his interest in wolves could be taken the wrong way- a hound bred to kill wolves… now searching for one? What could he want to do with it when he found one? His intentions were quite the opposite though, he merely wanted to talk without marching to the borders of a wolf pack, it seemed that was exactly what he would need to do though as the meadow was dead.
The lady was a bit startled by his generosity with his meal, but she left him little time to take it back by tearing hungrily at the rabbit, tearing off the leg. He smirked, amused by her savagery with the corpse, she was a rather innocent thing- or so she appeared, but her methods of ripping the leg off told him that she was not so innocent, it would have been easy to pick off bites of meat from the corpse, instead she chose a vicious method, showing a side she normally did not present to strangers. As she mentioned ‘hard earned’ a snort escaped his nostrils, rabbits were not hard to spook and kill. Had he given her a deer leg to munch on he would have taken the compliment to heart, but it was a measly rabbit. “It’s just a rabbit my dear, nothing too difficult or needed.” He offered a shrug with his words, it was nothing more than a snack for a dog like him, but he was full and did not want it to waste.
When she promised to repay him with another he shook his head. “No, Annabeth, you are keeping it from going to waste, no need to repay me with another.” He hoped that she would take his words to heart and not insist, he was honestly not that hungry and he doubted it would last the trip back home.
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notes; new table! XD
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