Easy Prey (Open!)

[Tearen]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking" The young Mafia prince had greatly grown in the few months, six to be exact, that he had lived. He'd learned some, had some fun times and gotten into a fair bit of trouble too. All in all, the young wolf had lost most of his puppy fluff, and all of the puppy, ah, roundness. He had grown several inches in height, and although his fur still had a soft, wispy quality to it it was getting thicker and sleeker too. His long legs were still gangly, and although not overly so he was still a rather thin wolf. His silver eyes surveyed the area cautiously before he entered the clearing: There was no one he could see or smell. His navy blue fur shone with star-like silver highlights in the afternoon sun, and even if it was the winter the jungle was always warm anyways. The young prince would one day turn out to be a handsome if devilish fellow, but for now he was bordering between cute and charming, looks wise. He was learning much from his fellow mafia comrades and his family, and was an intelligent and calculating fellow so far, though he still had much to learn. He kept up on his walk, and then suddenly stopped in his tracks: Before him, a small jackaloppe had appeared, fairly young, he guessed, since his horns were still small-ish. The animal sat on it's hindquarters, it's back turned to the youthful wolf, and Tearen licked his chops. It was a perfect opportunity, and he didn't intend on messing it up. He tensed, his muscles clenching, and then he sprang. It wasn't bad, fairly okay but since he was still practicing he caught the animal's hind legs just as he was leaping away, and therefore it wouldn't be a clean kill. The creature squirmed as its deafening squeal hit his ears and it struggled. Tearen quickly bit his neck, using his paws to keep him down. The animal suddenly quieted, and the lupus now knew he was dead. He felt a small burst of excitement at having caught his own lunch before he devoured it. He ate all of it, and kicked the bones into some bushes, licking his chops. That was... Fun? he thought, and kept up on his walk, the excitement gone and back to his original boredom. Maybe a wolf would come along sometime...

[Dusty]

Dusty aimlessly wandered through the dense jungle, her paws making light crackling noises on the dead leaves and twigs that littered the forest floor. She felt rather safe with the many hiding places, even though the large plants were a nuisance when it came to getting around. She had a feeling that she was getting lost, but she ignored it. She trotted through the trees for a while longer before jumping in fright at an extremely loud noise.

The scent of fresh blood entered her nostrils. The blood of a jackalope, along with it's killer; another wolf. Out of curiosity, she decided to venture closer. If there was trouble she could easily hide her small body behind the large plants that surrounded her. From behind a bush, her eyes rested upon a young male Lupus, his kill nowhere to be seen.

Dusty crouched lower. What was he doing? He seemed to be doing nothing of interest and she decided to leave. Dusty started to get up, but as she got up she made a loud crackling noise. She froze. He would have heard that... She thought with growing fear. She backed away slightly was no longer concealed by the bush. She was completely visible to the young wolf. She didn't feel safe at all anymore. He didn't seem like much of a threat, but a pup usually meant that there was a pack nearby. And she had no idea of what elemental powers he had and no idea of what he could do to her.

[Sorry for bad quality; I was in a rush :s]

[Thana]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-4.png] "Speaking" Thana stalked through the thick jungle, a twisted grin on her pretty face. Thana would have been a rather good looking wolf, but she was a mortui, and those wolves rotted away. The large black wolf already had two bony legs, and a large strip of flesh by her flank had been ripped of in the fight. That other mortui. Oh, he would be sorry he had dared do that, but she had won anyway. And she had taken a very valuable thing; one of the male's ears. The black and red wolf let out a cackle of glee, remembering the blood, and the gaping wound. Since he was a mortui as well, he would not feel the pain, but Thana guessed that most preferred two ears, not one. Oh, the look on his face had been priceless! With a faint smile on her face, Thana sniffed the wind, trying to catch the scent of anything, anyone. She was in the mood for some entertainment, and what would be more fun than to scare the living daylights out of some poor unsuspecting creature? Most had never seen a mortui before, and even a vivid description could not describe the rotting wolves. The stench that rolled of one was horrible, the smell of a old, dead body. But soon her stench was mixed with another scent, no, two others. Hell's Bells! That was the Don's pup, Tearen! And another wolf, one that did not belong to the Mafia. Good Lord, if Tearen was hurt, while she was nearby, the Don would have her head! She smelled the wind again, and detected faint smells of blood. Before she could panic, she identified the blood of a jackalopes', and she relaxed slightly. But Thana would have to make sure that Tearen was not hurt. The large mortui stepped quickly and nearly silently through the jungle, blood red eyes narrowed. Who dared approach the Mafia land, yet alone one of it's princes? Well, whoever it was had better watch themselves, the jungle was a dangerous place. With this grim thought, Thana found herself behind the prince, concealed in a large and leafy fern. The trespasser, a sennyo, was in front of her and Tearen, and Thana decided she had better make an entrance. The two wolves would have smelled her already, the stench was enough to make a weak wolf feel faint. The mortui stepped out of the ferns and up next to Tearen, eying the sennyo. Though the sennyo was amazingly tall, taller than Thana, Thana was much heavier. "Well, look here.. A trespasser, dare I say?" she drawled, her eyes flicking over to the pup, Tearen. "A loner, looking to join? Let's hope the latter, the Mafia does not take.. Kindly, to trespassers or spies, you see." The evil grin she cracked when she said 'kindly' explained all too well how she felt about those sneaking around the Mafia. The black mortui gave a respectful nod to the pup, after all, he was one of the three heirs. "Thana, Capo of the Mafia, at your service." Her velvety voice did not match her gruesome appearance, nor her evil grin.

[Dusty]

Dusty's only warning of the other wolf approaching was the overwhelming stench that radiated from it. She dizzily sat down, frantically rubbing her nose with her paws, trying to get rid of the horrible smell. When she failed to do so, she stood up. The other wolf was now in view. Her eyes widened as her eyes rested upon the other female's paws. Two of them were just bones, and a patch on her side revealed some of her ribs.

She let out a small cry of horror, backing away. She closed her eyes for a moment. Stay calm... She thought to herself. She opened her eyes again. The wolf was still there. So I wasn't seeing things, She thought, feeling nauseous. Her eyes watered, the disgusting smell still heavy in the air.

She shivered as the female started to speak. After the undead female had finished, Dusty replied. "I...Uh..." She started, but something made her stop. How am I going to get myself out of this mess? She wondered, knowing that if the wolf were to attack her she would stand no chance. "I d-didn't k-k-know t-that this is p-pack territory," She managed to stammer the reply. It was a dumb answer, but it was all she could think of. I knew I should not have come here... Whispered the voice in her head. She sighed, wishing she was in a different place, away from trouble, away from other wolves. But it was too late to escape...

[Tearen]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-7.png] "Speaking" Tearen smelt the she-wolf before she appeared, but his parents had taught him to be immune to such smells: Besides, she was the Capo, and had proved herself a fine warrior from the fight he'd seen at the Hallow's Eve Festival. He nodded in return, his silver eyes cold and distant, which was an odd and slightly unhealthy thing for a pup his age, half a year to be exact. He stood tall, and even if both of the wolves were taller and bigger than him, his regal air might remind others of the Don himself. He glanced at Thana, mutual respect between two Mafia members evident. He glanced at the intruder: Now, there was some entertainment. "So, you don't want to join..." He circled around the stranger, threatening for his small size. "And you didn't know this was pack lands?" He scoffed: "What, are you dense?" It was a word he'd heard his parents sue, so he was pretty sure it was an insult. "This is the Mafia's lands, and I am a Mafia prince, so since you're on our land, I order you to tell us your name!"he stated, enjoying his power. Tearen was arrogant as he glared up at the Sennyo, navy fur bristling. He glanced at Thana to see if she agreed.

[Dusty]

Dusty's eyes followed the pup as he circled her. She still felt dizzy from the stench, and was battling being able to stand up, let alone dealing with the awkward situation that she had found herself in. She listened to the pup speak, holding her breath as long as she could, trying to make the awful smell of the Mortui disappear. She let out a large whoosh of air when she could not hold her breath any more, letting out an angry growl with it. Her mood had turned from scared to angry. She was annoyed by the pup's arrogance, and if she hadn't controlled herself, she would have been attacking him; which would probably lead to her getting killed.

Prince?! She thought with surprise. He's a prince? Well, that won't go down too well with the rest of the pack... Dusty gulped, then replied with fake confidence, ignoring his remark about her being 'dense'. "My name? Well..." She paused, thinking for a second. Would it be a good idea to give them my name...? She decided that she didn't have much choice. "My name is Dusty." She said, now with a slight tone of annoyance. She did not like being pushed around by a pup, not one bit.

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