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Post by peppercorn on Jul 5, 2010 18:22:32 GMT -5
Sand wisped lightly across the endless view of light reddish brown. Wind whirled threatening to start thrashing up the small particles into a killer storm. The sun beat down making the shifting ground hot enough to cook normal wolves paws. It was a good thing Spice wasn't a normal wolf.
The long golden brown fur covering his paws protected his pads as he headed for his den. It was odd for the testy Myou to be out at this time considering his nocturnal nature. But every now and then, when he would have trouble sleeping, he would head out into the hot dry desert where he resided to take a quick walk and patrol his "territory".
Large bat like ears cover in fine golden hairs quivered as the wind whispered through them. It was lonely out here in the heat and sand. But this was were he belonged. And he would proudly live here. Besides he had no where else to go, and no one who would want him around.
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Post by zefath on Jul 16, 2010 13:38:05 GMT -5
Hawktalon snuffed, blowing the irritating sand from her nostrils. The winds were picking up, and she was hoping for rain. Her powers of storm control could be frustrating to keep under wraps. Only yesterday, she had killed a jackalope with static, and shocked herself trying to eat it. Growling as the sands blew her ears back, she trekked along, her black and white striped fur covered. The sky was filled with hot air, sand, and a seemingly invisible sky, due to the blowing grains.
Barely able to see, she decided to rely on scent. The minute she sniffed the air, she smelled it; wolf. A wolf was nearby, lurking about in this horrid place and a myou, judging by smell. Straining to see, she picked out large, bat-like ears, and golden-brown fur. Another scent was coming off it, but it wasn't quite clear. Frustration, maybe? Restlessness? Hawktalon couldn't tell. Whoever this was, they'd be an interesting newcomer to see...
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Post by peppercorn on Jul 16, 2010 19:13:15 GMT -5
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Spice froze, nose and ears quivering. The wind had picked up but in an odd way. Was it cooler? He didn't like how the sand began to blur the sky and now wished he had rethought his decision for a walk. About to head a hasty retreat to his den he stopped again.
An unfamiliar sent reached his nose. One he hadn't smelled in a long time. There was another wolf around. Straining his gold amber eyes he squinted to the sand searching for the source of the smell. There he saw her. A oddly striped wolf. A lupus? It didn't matter. If they were unlucky a sand storm would start and that would be the end of them.
"Who goes there?" He called.
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Post by zefath on Jul 16, 2010 19:51:43 GMT -5
Hawktalon knew the minute it happened that she had been detected. A voice called out "Who goes there?" Well, there goes my chance of 'interesting newcomer'. She thought as the voice cut through the winds and sand. She decided escape would be the best alternative. In that respect, the sand was on her side, and against her at the same time. She wouldn't be able to see well, but neither would her possible-to-be pursuer.
She darted towards a bush with a branch torn off. It was the best shelter she could find from the storm, though it would probably rip out the bushes' roots with her in tow. She was queen of thunderstorms, not sandstorms. She was helpless to herself, and that bothered her slightly. She was a timid wolf, but could stand up for herself when it was necessary. She was going to survive, no matter what. For she was Hawktalon, queens of storms, empress of lightning. She would survive.
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Post by peppercorn on Jul 16, 2010 21:27:29 GMT -5
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Spice scowled thinking the other wolf stupid. A sandstorm was coming on and she chose to hide in a bush. This frustrated him and he expressed as much. Trotting nimbly over the hiding she-wolf.
"Are you stupid?" he sneered," Fallow me if you want to get out of here alive."
With a haughty flick of his tail the small wolf turned and headed back of into the stirring sand. He headed for long flat rock and dug out some sand that hid his den before squeezing inside.
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Post by koga on Jul 16, 2010 22:10:57 GMT -5
As these thoughts whirled through her mind, Hawktalon saw the wolf coming towars her. She immediately was confronted by the wolf. A sneering growl came from his throat, almost mocking her. "Follow me if you want to get out of here alive." then promptly dissapeared. He seemed a bit irritable to her, but she followed him anyway as he squeezed into a skillfully hidden den entrance. She huffed angrily. He didn't need to be so dry and careless about the storm. She was the ruler of the roost, and she would show him so.
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Post by peppercorn on Jul 17, 2010 13:57:10 GMT -5
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Golden eyes sized up his den guest. He wondered what she was doing out in the desert. She was clearly large than him but he puffed out his chest and sat proud near the back of his domain. He cleaned his chest in a fox like manor keeping one eye focused on the lupus.
"What are you doing out here?" he questioned when he was done grooming sand out of his coat.
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Post by zefath on Jul 17, 2010 14:39:48 GMT -5
Hawktalon was taken by surprise at his question. "Well, I-I don't actually know, I just sort of...wander around when I get bored or anxious. I've always been a traveler, and I'd never been to Hotali, so I thought I'd check it out." She looked down, expecting a stinging rebuke about how she was an idiot to be "wandering around" and she knew if she got one, it would be well-deserved for coming out in a sandstorm.
Maybe I wouldn't have survived after all. I guess I would have been killed, or survived, but too injured to help myself...I guess I really am stupid. She resumed thinking, and upon noticing the male clearing the grit from his fur, she slowly reached down and groomed a foreleg, hoping she wasn't acting weird. Not daring to glance at him, she continued gooming silently.
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Post by peppercorn on Jul 17, 2010 15:20:50 GMT -5
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Spice let out a sigh at her sudden insecureness. He didn't like being the one who made others feel like that. It wasn't his intention.
"Look, this place is unpredictable.Just compared next time," he advised trying to sound less hostile. In reality it wasn't that bad having another around. Visitors were few and far in between. Suddenly his own self consciousness swept over him. He wondered if his den was too plain or maybe she didn't like him. A growl of frustration with himself started to rise in his throat. He quickly squashed it not wanting his quest to think he was angry with her.
"I'm Peppercorn," he introduced himself finally after a bout of silence," but you can call me Spice."
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Post by zefath on Jul 17, 2010 16:13:16 GMT -5
Hawktalon looked up at Spice's words. He seemed like he was okay. He probably was just a bit unsettled by the sandstorm. She nodded. "Yes, sorry, forgetting my manners." She mumbled. "I'm Hawktalon, I control storms, but I don't know anything baout sandstorms. You could probably tell." The joke was a little bitter, but she hoped he would understand, find it funny maybe. She highly doubted the chances of that.
She thought carefully about her next words before saying them out loud. "So, how long have you lived here?" she wondered if she was being too pushy, or too invasive, but if he answered, that would be fine with her.
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Post by peppercorn on Jul 18, 2010 20:55:52 GMT -5
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Spice's eyes widened a fraction, "That storm was your doing?! Never mind," he shook his head," I don't want to get into that."
Spice stretched out his front legs and let out a tiny yawn. It was way past his bed time. He laid down as Hawktalon asked him another question.
"Hm, oh, uh sense I could live on my own. My parent's weren't all that thrilled with me."
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Post by zefath on Jul 19, 2010 19:45:12 GMT -5
Hawktalon stayed sitting as spice lay down. She sniffed the air, hoping to catch a whiff of the outside conditions. Her ear was stinging from the sand that had whipped into it. She swept a paw over it to shake out the excess granules. She glanced around, green eyes searching the entrance fro signs that the storm had stopped.
She was also tired, and a bit hot, which made her drowsy. She was nearly dropping off when she saw that the sky was clear, and she could see the stars. The howling wind had also subsided, leaving an empty sounding silence. "Well...spice...I think I should go, the storm's over and it's late. Thank you for your hospitality. I appreciate it." she nodded gratefully at him, then stood up to leave.
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Post by roinoke on Sept 19, 2010 3:00:26 GMT -5
Roinoke was starting to get hot from the heat. It was not often he came here, maybe it was to practice maybe it was just curiosity. A storm had started up and it was getting worse now. The Lupus yawned and jumped around in the sand, then spotting two other wolves. One a Myou the other the winged wolf type. He forgot their name but by the looks of it, it was a female. He smiled , showing shiny metallic like teeth. Then he came closer, "Hello there" he greeted.
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