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Post by Stacey on Sept 11, 2009 11:45:27 GMT -5
Amscray A shadowed figure moved lowly threw the Yorian lake. The thick blanket of long green grass made him very visible since his coloration was so dark. His posture was sneaky with long paces. If you were to listen you could hear all most nothing as he pushed his way threw the grass. The green stocks bent and moved to the side, allowing the wolf to move threw. His footing was so well placed. Pale green eyes scanned the emerald hill sides before moving toward some thick bushes. Stopping, Amscray looked around once more. This will be a good spot to rest before I go find something to eat. He thought to himself for a moment or two as he walked forward. Reaching the bushes, they had been bent over from the previous winter. Digging away at the ground Amscray made a small opening underneath the branches. This bush must have accommodated something smaller than himself, last winter. Fur was placed around the side making a small bed. All in all it looked much like a small dome, just big enough to fit one small sized wolf. Crawling inside he made things a little bit bigger by pushed on the flexible branches. it was not long before he had the bushes pushed back until he had a place to snuggle against the ground on the inside. He was planing on staying here until night fall, then when all the little mice are running around, maybe gathering seeds for a meal in between the grass roots. He will hunt. It was his best chances, hopefully there are many mice around the lake side. Amscray's eye lids slowly closed as he rested up for night time.
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Post by Tay on Sept 15, 2009 17:48:25 GMT -5
Mora Her old pillars carried her across the land, her only goal to reach the lake. The once beautiful wolf Mora was now old and tired. She shook her head, her amber orbs glancing around her. It seems the only thing retaining anything from her youth was her orbs. They still gaze at the world with the beautiful shade of fossilized sap. She found her self wishing she'd had more pups, or stayed with original pack. Whatever had happened to the good old days? She plod along in the hopes of reaching the water before her next spring. A wry smile played on her face as she considered her slow pace. She straightened her head, and gazed toward the lake. With a deep breath, she began to run. She tripped near the site of some bent bushes. Her foot hit the hole of a rabbit, or some other creature and her old body was flying through the air. She hit the ground with a soft thud, and began to chuckle at herself. What a clumsy old thing I've become. She mused aloud, shifting to a laying position. She crosses her forelegs, allowing her head to rest there. She would take a breather for a moment, letting her body recover from the small trip and the run. She wasn't as out of shape as she seemed, just tired and thirsty. She lay beside the bushes, still chuckling every now and then about her fall. You need to find someone to travel with, dear Mora. You'll start to talk to yourself. This was met with a snort of amusement. |
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Post by Wulfdabeast on Sept 19, 2009 16:52:03 GMT -5
Quicksilver
He was happy. Quicksilver glanced around at the tiny mice scurrying away from him as he approached. His belly was full and a cool breeze swept by as playfully attempted to catch some of the mice (which were, as he had guessed, scared out of their minds.) He was in the process of letting one of them go, when he froze.
He dropped the mouse and it ran to its friends. Quicksilver didn't notice. I'm not alone he thought to himself. Faster than the eye could follow, he dropped to the ground and hid in the tall grass. He glimpsed 2 other wolves. After he saw that they were not together, and that neither had noticed him, yet.
They don't seem hostile, but I can't be sure. Quicksilver was young, but he'd had his share of bad encounters. He stayed low, but the wind changed direction, sending his scent in their direction. He hoped they wouldn't notice, but he knew they would.
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Post by Tay on Sept 19, 2009 18:08:50 GMT -5
Mora Mora, in her tired state had failed to notice that she had been resting beside another wolf. She still not not take notice of it, when a wolves scent crossed her nose. She turned her head, her amber orbs searching for the wolf from whom the smell came from. She didn't see the wolf, but she did see a slightly suspisious bit of high grass. Raising tiredly to her paws, she eyed the grass. I won't bite. I'm far too old and tired. Come on out. She walked toward the grass a little, now sensing that it was a male scent. Come now, surley if I do turn to be a ruthless thing, don't you think you could out run me? I'm nearly as old as a tree. The male's scent carried a tension, and an anixety which Mora didn't doubt came from her presence. She found herself wanting the compnay, and her voice was sweet and kind. Why does he hide so openly? Is he young? His smell contains no sickness or blood, he can't be injured. Perhaps he isn't used to company. Yes...I suppose that's it. She thought to herself, stepping closer to the grass a little more. |
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Post by Wulfdabeast on Sept 25, 2009 8:50:24 GMT -5
(sorry it took so long to reply, computer broke down)
Quicksilver
Quicksilver had failed to notice that the only other being in sight was too old to be of much harm, and also that he had chosen a fairly obvious hiding place. He Guessed that the she-wolf was wondering why he had chosen such an obvious place to hide.
Not wanting to make a fool of himself, Quicksilver came into view. He introduced himself. Hello, my name is Quicksilver. May I inquire as to yours?
Quicksilver wasn't used to others, and so he felt awkward introducing himself to a complete stranger. He scanned is surroundings as if expecting a trap, but caught nothing. His tensed muscles relaxed, but not completely. He was still alert, for he had caught the scent of another wolf earlier. However, he forgot about this for the moment and waited for a reply from the wolf in front of him.
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Post by Tay on Sept 26, 2009 15:53:39 GMT -5
Mora Mora smiled as the wolf stepped away from the bush. She nodded to his name. Her amber orbs took in his features and she waved her banner in satisfaction. He looked nice enough, not threatening or cruel looking. She opened her maw, realizing her impoliteness. I am sorry, Quicksilver. Excuse my rudeness. I am Mora.She glanced over her shoulder at the lake. Perhaps you'd like to join me for a drink? What brings you to this part of the island dear? Mora was used to others, unlike this younger wolf, who carried an air of awkwardness. She gestured over her shoulder with her muzzle at the lake, her orbs sparkling. She waited for him to answer, before starting forward. |
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Post by Wulfdabeast on Oct 1, 2009 15:44:43 GMT -5
Quicksilver
Quicksilver was almost shocked by this sudden politeness. He considered the question before answering. I would love a drink. He paused for a moment, as if distracted, and then answered Mora's question. Nothing really brings me here. I guess I'm just wandering. What brings you here?
Quicksilver was actually enjoying the company of others. He was traveling a lot but never took the time to meet many on the way. Maybe I should join a pack.
The thought had just wandered into his head, as if he not even thought it. He was surprised to find he was seriously considering it. He thought for a moment, then he remembered where he was and what was happening. He had almost forgotten what he was doing. Right, a drink. He felt that if he had not said it, the intention would slip from his mind.
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Post by Tay on Oct 1, 2009 20:44:36 GMT -5
Mora walked toward the lake, and bent her head to drink. Her ears flicked back to hear Quicksliver's response, and she raised her head to answer his question. Her muzzle dripped as she licked her lips and considered the question. I'm just trying to find a companion to talk to for a while, get something to drink as well.
She nodded, her amber eyes lit with life. She then returned to the water, lapping up a bit more. I have been on this Island for a few years now. How long have you been here? She nodded to the water. Come, dear. Have a drink.
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Post by Sidroc on Oct 22, 2009 3:04:11 GMT -5
Sidroc was wandering aimlessly through the grass in the general direction of the lake when he caught the scent of wolves. He paused, then continued towards the lake, thirst overcoming his wariness of strangers. Soon he could hear voices, and then, as he came over a small rise, he saw a pair wolves.
Maybe I should go somewhere else, he thought. But then the older wolf spoke, and nodded towards the water.
It's okay. They're just here for a drink. More confident now, Sidroc stepped forward and approached the pair.
Hello, he said.
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Post by Wulfdabeast on Oct 23, 2009 12:27:18 GMT -5
(yay! my computer is FIXED!)
Quicksilver
Quicksilver was heading toward the water when he sensed the presence of another. From behind came a greeting and Quicksilver turned and faced the stranger. Hello there. You startled me. Quicksilver got straight to the point Who are you and what do you want here? He didn't want a confrontation, so he kept his tone polite and calm.
Quicksilver took this time to Analise the newcomer. He seemed to about the same age as Quicksilver, though not as strong looking. The damage to his left ear showed he had been in some fights. There was knowledge in those brown eyes of his. It reminded Quicksilver of himself a little, for they were not too different from each other.
Quicksilver suddenly remembered Mora. No doubt that she had noticed him coming as well.
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Post by Tay on Oct 25, 2009 18:24:42 GMT -5
Mora Mora lapped the water from the lake, feeling it soothe her parched throat. She gave a sigh of releif, and turned to look behind her at the new voice. Her ears perked up, and her amber orbs took in the appreance of the new stranger as Quicksilver talked. She settled her rump to the ground, watching the two. When Quicksilver was done speaking, Mora offered her own hello. Hello, dear. Have you come for a drink? She glanced between Quicksilver and the unidentified wolf. She knew Quicksilver had every reason to be anxious. This was a strange wolf, and these were loners lands. Some here could not be trusted. Her banner moved slowly across the ground, the tip dipping into the waters of the Yorian. The shock of cold on her skin made her remember winter's approach. She shook her pelt. She hated the cold months, breeding season or no. |
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Post by Sidroc on Oct 26, 2009 6:40:56 GMT -5
My name’s Sidroc, said Sidroc, looking from one wolf to the other. Yes, I just came for a drink. Unless I’m interrupting something?
Not really waiting for a response, Sidroc cautiously stepped past the male, stood by the waters edge and quickly took a drink of the cold water. Feeling more refreshed now, he contemplated his companions.
The female was sitting and seemed relaxed. That made Sidroc feel a bit better too, but he remained standing and stayed on edge. The other wolf was…not threatening, but not friendly either. And you could never tell what would happen in loner lands, away from the rules that came with packs.
Curious now, Sidroc turned to them and spoke again.
What are your names? Where are you from?
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Post by Tay on Oct 27, 2009 19:13:04 GMT -5
Mora Feeling there was more tension between the two males, Mora answered the male first. I am Mora, dear Sidroc. I have been living on this Isle for a few years now. I have been a loner all my time here, though. Before that I came from an Isle to the West. Her amber orbs were misty as she recalled her old home. She shook herself from the reverie with a shake of her pelt. Where are you from Sidroc? What brings you to the lovely Moon Island? Her ears perked toward him and she glanced to Quicksilver knowing it would be impolite to introduce a wolf she barely knew. Her banner still waved in a gentle and pleasant way, skimming the water. |
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Post by Sidroc on Oct 30, 2009 3:38:33 GMT -5
I came... from the west as well, Sidroc replied, a tad evasively. I only arrived here a few days ago, and you are the first wolves I've seen. Are there many on this island?
He had smelt wolves, here and there, but there had been no pack markings or large groups in the area he had found himself.
Sidroc was feeling happier now. He'd missed the company of other wolves. Imagine being a loner all your life, he thought. I couldn't live like that for long.
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Post by Tay on Nov 5, 2009 22:09:32 GMT -5
Mora Mora merely blinked her amber orbs at his evasiveness. Hmm. I would say so. I've not ever counted myself though. She chuckled a little, pulling her tail to her side with a quick flick. Water droplets flew into the air, and she watched them absent mindedly as she continued. She found no threat in either of these wolves. Neither seemed to have it in their scent or their orbs. There are a few areas of Loner Land. This being one of them. She gestured to the lake behind her. This is the Lake of Yorian. The Akeldama, the deadlands, is another territory. There is also Atyka Meadow. It's my favorite out of all the lands.
There are two clans as well, Mountain wolves and Forest wolves. The Kameskai and Ravilin I believe. I don't know much of them though. She shrugged apologetically, looking to Sidroc. Have you come seeking a Clan, or the life of a lone wolf my friend? She stood and smiled at the brute. I can't say I don't miss belonging somewhere, but I do enjoy traveling with the wind. As if brought on by her thoughts a breeze blew through her fur in the direction of the Atyka. Hmmm? Is that a hint, friend? She thought, knowing the wind had been her only true companion since coming to Moon Island. She gazed off into the distance, considering the direction of the wind. She would head off soon, she decided, but never impolitely. Perhaps one of the two would come with her. She quite enjoyed their company. Certainly enough that it kept her here longer then she normally would have stayed. |
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