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Post by Cypress on Oct 20, 2011 23:17:19 GMT -5
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The morning was hazy and chilled, with a thickening fog that seemed to blanket over the entire world. A biting wind whipped over the tundra, sending soft flurries of snow to and fro. A small yagi pushed her way through the cold, her fiery green eyes dancing with heat and life. The cold did not seem to bother her, she was covered in a thick brown and green coat. She was also quilted in another sort of warmth from the previous night. The heady aroma of her mate still clung to her. She breathed it in with the crisp morning air. He was her strength in good time and bad, even when they were butting heads.
Today she was near one of the southern most borders of the pack lands, it had been a few days since she had marked this part of the territory. As much as she was loathe to leave Arkham's side this morning, she knew she must to keep the pack safe. For the most part the day seemed to be going smoothly enough, no real threat that she was aware of. Maybe she would be done by midday with enough time to spend some quality time with her offspring.The thought made her smile to herself. Her children were growing stronger and larger by the day. It was nice to have so much yagi blood in her pack.
Despite her happy thoughts, she felt like something was off the more she traveled along the border. She paused to investigate a foreign scent. A loner in her territory? She followed it a few paces away from her normal path. The fog made it a little harder to navigate, a few times her lithe horns got caught in low hanging thin branches. the presence of trees told her she was getting a little too far from the territory.
She balked at the next tree, then carefully turned herself back around, following her own scent back toward the border, listening carefully to everything around her.
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Post by KRATOS on Oct 20, 2011 23:52:43 GMT -5
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Heavy pawsteps fell slowly, silently across the wet, cracking surface of the Tundra, leaving only the largest of imprints upon the light dusting of snow that coated the dry earth below. The steps were slow, unhurried, and almost thoughtful, in the manner in which they were laid upon the ground, dark emerald pads cushioning any sounds that might possibly betray the creature's presence.
It was not consciously that he avoided attention, but he was in uncharted and claimed territory. He instinctively stepped lightly, with a bulky grace that made him almost seem part of the background. He was one to usually launch himself into the midst of action, but today warranted a different approach. In his thirsty search of his father, Arkham, Kratos had come across these lands, and smelled the thickness, the likeness of a scent much similar to his own. He had to have been close.
He would have been quite successful at staying unnoticed if not for two things: One, simply his massive size, and second, his own scent bore into senses much like this one did. Which, in their distinctiveness, had the unfortunate ability of drawing a lot of attention to himself, both wanted (if there was such thing) and unwanted.
Kratos had been wandering these lands for a few days now, perhaps weeks: He didn't keep a strict track on time, as it did not affect him as profoundly as it would others. It was rather strange that he had yet to be chased out, his reputation for being not exactly hospitable towards anybody. Stormy ruby orbs wandered across the tree line, their gaze striking and narrowed.
A shadowy figure was approaching the tree's in which he waited. The breeze riffled through his flaring nostrils, feeding him more of the undeniable scent that could only come from one. And the female was practically soaked in it. His lips curled back into a silent snarl, the mere thought of the brute in his mind made his blood bubble and churn within his very veins.
He contemplated on his next move, but it was clear Kratos could not think properly. He needed more information and he had to be reasonable to get it. Her own scent seemed quite strong, and also lingered through the terrain. This could only mean one thing.
With an eerie chuckle loud enough for the supposed Alphess to hear, Kratos continued through the tree's slowly, remaining hidden as much as his bulk would let him. It would only take curiosity or 'duty' to get the females attention, and when it did, it would spark the fire that would lead to her downfall.
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Post by Cypress on Oct 21, 2011 0:19:35 GMT -5
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It didn't take long for an uneasy feeling to creep up her spine. The fog was not helping with her nerves. Maybe she should have waited for the weather to clear a little more before she had set out on patrol. Well...there was no changing it now. Her ears flickered at a slight sound behind her. A small breeze directed a somewhat familiar scent toward her nares.
She sighed a little and rolled her eyes, once she thought she recognized it, with a playful growl she addressed the male,"Arkham what have I told you about sneaking up on me?" She turned, her poorly docked tail flickering back and froth in anticipation of a warm greeting from her mate.
However, her tail stopped moving as she figured out a shape in the mist....it was too dark to be Arkham. She did not recall quite so many spines on her mate's back. Her body tensed when she heard a chuckle. Her hackles slowly rose and her tail rose up to it's rightful station. She growled a warning, all pretense of her former playful tone gone, "Who's there? Show yourself!" For some reason she didn't think this loner was looking to join her pack...
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Post by KRATOS on Oct 21, 2011 0:58:48 GMT -5
KRATOS
The faint click of yellowing sabers coming together in a twisted smirk was the only thing revealing that his plan had worked. The female had stopped, seemingly unaware of the danger that lurked just beyond the thicket of tree's. It was her first response that had give him the sick smile, she had practically handed the information he sought to him on a silver platter.
He drew closer, those freakishly large spines that caressed his back scraped and batted along the branches in their way. It was in that moment the female realized the brute was not who she thought he was, and her greeting changed dramatically. And not for the better.
Finally revealing himself from the darkness, the behemoth copied her dominant stance, that dangerous sneer ever vigilant. Did he really look that much like the prick that had abandoned him? In truth, he was a little bigger in size and in weight. His pelt was far darker, his soul, far blacker.
Kratos inched forward, pressing the female. Ruby orbs danced as he watched her, and reveled in what seemed to be half a Yagi. She looked the part in everything, but that stunted size pinpointed to either a hybrid or a runt. It didn't really matter which one it was, Kratos saw nothing from it except an advantage to himself.
"My, my. Is that how you would greet a potential member?"
He laughed at his own assumption, the sound deep and vibrating the very air around him. He already knew what he needed to know, but something told him to play along still. If this placed was scented with Arkham, then that must mean he was Alpha of the area. And if this female was indeed his partner, then why not stay and have a little fun? He wanted nothing more than to hurt the brute, hurt him in any possible way that would avenge what he did to him. And what a better way to start it off than by tormenting his beloved mate? [/color] .HEADS WILL ROLL.[/color][/font][/center] |
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Post by Cypress on Oct 21, 2011 11:34:13 GMT -5
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Once he came out of the fog, she got a good look at him. He was large...larger even than Arkham, which surprised her considering. His scent was throwing her off. It was so much like her mate's. Arkham never mentioned a brother....but then again they didn't talk too much about their pasts. The male was too young to be his father....but the scent screamed family. His pointed question made her fur rise on end.
"This is how I greet any strange wolf that sneaks about my territory in the fog....potential member or not." She glared up at him, her fiery orbs brooking no argument to how she did things around here. His stance bothered her as well...he seemed to be mocking her status by mimicking her tail height. She could see the judgement in his eyes and it made the ire rise deep inside her. She might be small, but she was no pushover.
"Who are you? Why are you here? Yagi are always welcome in my pack, provided they pull their weight and cooperate with how I run things." No matter what, he would know she was in charge around here. Yes Arkham helped run the pack, she could not do it without his support, but it had been her dream to control this pack...he had been kind enough to oblige, as strange as it sounded.
As he closed the distance between them she held her ground, and kept a wary eye on him. The scent was throwing her off, she didn't want to trust him, despite the familiarity. He wasn't Arkham....he was an intruder in the territory.
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