Storm
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Post by Storm on Aug 21, 2013 6:58:53 GMT -8
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Ptolemy had woken early just for this. It was a nice spring day, birds chirping merrily in the safety of their trees. Their music seemed to reflect the giddy excitement the white wolf felt for the plans he had for today. Although it was in his nature to stay in the Solace Woods, he wanted to take a little stroll down memory lane today. Out of the Woods and into the City he went, yellow gaze holding anticipation.
As Czar, Ptolemy probably should have at least told somebody where he was going and possibly brought some guards, but that would ruin the fun. Even if he was prideful, the large brute was no fool. He knew that the dogs in the City could easily gang up and kill him, but that was the adventure of such a trip: not knowing what lay ahead! Besides, he had killed plenty of canines before in groups enough to kill him. Sure, his brother had helped him dispose of the pests, and a few bites had resulted on his part, but it would be a pretty fun twist if he got stuck in a sticky situation today.
Let's just hope no one finds out where I'm headed and decides to follow me....especially Agnar. He'd give me that annoying exasperated look that never fails to make me feel like a foolish pup. No....I don't want anyone ruining this trip.
Just to back himself up a bit, the white bear-like wolf had told the guards he was going for a long walk and might do some hunting. Of course, that wasn't exactly a lie. Ptolemy was in fact going for a long walk...to the city and would hunt, although the hunt he was speaking of didn't usually involve killing to feed the Pack. No, the one he was on included a dog or two and them begging for his mercy. It wasn't often that the Czar got to do this anymore now that he lead Xarthen. Most of his hunting days had been before he was Consigliere.
Those were the days...I could leave without anyone really caring and play as much as I liked. Being Czar is even better though. I might be able to take a few dogs as slaves to torture soon...that'll save me the trouble of going to town.
Ptolemy hadn't noticed he was even out of the trees, distracted by fantasies of what was to come. Now that he wasn't in his territory anymore, the brute had to stay alert. If any were to try and attack him, he needed a clear mind to protect himself. Most dogs were smart enough to go at him in groups, knowing he could easily overpower many domestic dog breeds. Groups were a little more tricky for him, seeing as they could cover several points while he was stuck picking off one at a time.
Hearing a twig snap nearby, Ptolemy's ears swivelled, yellow eyes narrowing. He had just barely left the trees and someone was already trying to sneak up on him. Sniffing the air and looking around warily, the male relaxed a bit when he realized it was an Xarthen wolf. They had probably followed him out of worry, but that only achieved irking him and ruining the fun he;d planned for himself.
"Get out here now before I come and find you. As a wolf of my Pack, you know that won't be pretty."
His voice was an agitated growl as he glared toward the woods. It looked like he'd have a tag-along for this trip and he wasn't too thrilled about it. Since he appreciated that they cared enough to follow him out, Ptolemy felt it a waste to make them return home. Maybe this fellow wolf could even aid him in his little game.
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(occ;; I want a wolf of Xarthen to reply to this (obviously xD) and the other ones can be anything.)
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SHAMAN. ✿
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lets get lost at sea. ♥
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Post by SHAMAN. ✿ on Aug 22, 2013 9:36:11 GMT -8
 Weak sunlight danced across her eyes, causing them to flicker beneath her eyelids. Annoyance clenched in the female's gut. Though it was generally frowned upon to sleep in and laze about in the pack, Beatrix had never quite been chipper in the morning. It was something her father had constantly chastised her for as a pup. She lay still for a moment longer, thinking longingly of the time she'd spent with her siblings just before coming here. They had been too frightened to wake her. Sometimes she wondered why she left, but then she remembered how boring things had been. Things were kind of boring here too, but being in the pack was nice. When she'd first joined, she'd been tempted to round her siblings up and ask the Czar if they could join as well.. But then she remembered what Osiris looked like, and decided against it. She only prayed that the pack never ran into him, knowing his big stupid mouth he'd let her secret out as soon as he parted his lips. The pack was moving around her now, and her ears twitched in agitation. Time to get up, time to move. One blue eye cracked open, and she watched as the paws of one of her pack members moved passed her. She forced her other eye open, and then lifted her head, blinking sleepily. A chorus of birdsong was sounding all around her, and the forest was green with the arrival of spring. The air still had a small hint of chill in it, as if winter was trying to remind them that he would be back, as soon as he could. The thought of winter caused an involuntary shiver to travel through her. Winter was a killer, a menace, and she wasn't looking forward to seeing him any time soon. She rose into a sitting position, hitching her jaws wide in a yawn. She then stood up, stretched, and shook her fur out. No need in sitting around any longer. She could feel wakefulness traveling all down her limbs, and she knew her day would soon start in full. It wasn't long before she left the place where her pack mates slept, boredom driving her deep into the forest. Her nose twitched as she tried to pick up the scent of prey. Deer, rabbit, and squirrel all teased her nose, causing her mouth to water slightly. Just as she had decided on tracking a rabbit, another scent blew across her path. The Czar. What was he doing? Changing her mind quickly, the multicolored femme stuck her nose to the earth and followed the scent of her leader. It wasn't long until his scent lead to the edge of the forest. She looked at the city, fear traveling down her spine. She'd only been there once, looking for Achilles. She'd hated it, and hadn't gone back since. She took a step back, planning to leave Ptolemy to whatever he was planning to do, when his sharp tone cut across the air, beckoning her from the safety of the forest. Beatrix was no fool, she knew better than to ignore him to keep him waiting. Almost as soon as he'd finished his sentence, she was stepping out of the undergrowth, walking toward him. She stopped at a respectful distance, her gaze trained on the ground. Her eyes, her traitorous eyes! Of course Ptolemy had seen them before, but she felt shame burn across her pelt at the thought of looking upon him with her unclean gaze. "I apologize for following you," sincerity was clear in her tone, though it was even and strong. She knew Ptolemy wouldn't appreciate her having to repeat herself. 613 words - ptolemy - woo, first post success! |
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hound
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the ultimate one night stand.
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Post by hound on Aug 29, 2013 17:13:38 GMT -8
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Pagan knows plenty about the land. She’s studied it long and hard. It’s something that her brain likes, the simple act of study. It’s the scattered brain that has a field day with it… yes. That’s what they call wonderful. Pagan loves it when things are simply wonderful. She gets the sick pleasure out of it, the entertainment, the value of everything was… entertainment. Her brain liked it plenty. Pagan liked the entertainment value. That was really why she liked most things, for the entertainment. She can do that. She can keep her head entertained so it wasn’t in the gutter.
The creature had always been a good tracker. She’d always been good at finding things that needed to be found. She’d locate what needed to be located… and that happened, today, to be the enemy. It was an interesting concept, following their men around. She couldn’t help it, slipping around in the shadows to just… watch. Pagan hadn’t really found anyone that great to watch, not until she went looking for the big fish. When she wanted the creature at the top, everyone else was short change. She’d find what she wanted. She always found what she wanted. Today, on her way out and about, she damn well found the loch ness monster.
It was dark, and she would stick to the darkness. She would stick to the areas downwind of the alpha himself, staying to the shadows. It’s something that she can put her own personal stock in. She can work in her own little way, getting all the information on the pale beast that she can. There’s nothing terribly interesting about this man. He’s awfully… boring. Terribly boring. Pagan doesn’t bother with getting sloppy with her movements. She doesn’t bother with letting her tracking get bad. Bad tracking leads to getting caught. Getting caught leads to consequences.
Pagan doesn’t need to get caught, though. There’s clearly someone over there that’s blown her cover, a twig snapping elsewhere… well, whoever it is gave Pagan the right opportunity to jump out of a cupboard under the stairs. She didn’t take a second to think it through. She didn’t take the moment to think about the fact that there were two wolves out there. A man and a woman, the alpha and… and a girl. Pagan could do this. Her tail swished at her haunches, low and slow, almost catlike. Before she could even show her face there was a laugh. There was quite the laugh indeed.
“It’s even better when they’re not from your beloved pack.” Yes, there’s the laugh. It’s a cackle, low in her throat as she pokes her head through the trees. The dappled light is something bizarre, playing with her coloring before letting her virtually disappear again. It’s comforting, the way that she can feel as if she’s gone again. All that there is, all that she leaves behind is the laugh. She’s there. Pagan is always there, watching, and all she can wait for is the enemy to come looking. She can hope for the cat and mouse, she can hope for the best.
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