Can you hear what I hear?(OPEN)

[Rache]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/21f0954.png] Narration "Talking" Humidity made her normally light and glossy coat cling to her thin sleek frame. The look was truly unbecoming and Rache detested that she could do nothing about it. She sighed and lifted her paw, letting the door mouse attempt to scurry away only to be trapped by her paw's counterpart. It squeaked as she covered it again, not enough to kill it. Killing it so soon would be no fun at all. Boredom, that was Rache's biggest concern, that and the fact that no matter how much she wanted, she would grow not grow older any faster. Just like she had no power over the humidity. What she had discovered however is that she could control how she looked. Well not exactly control it. More like she looked like what others wanted to see her as. So far the only wolves who seemed to see her true appearance were the little princes and Echo. It wasn't the first time Rache had pondered whether she could control this new development. Could she make herself appear how she liked? Unfortunately she rarely had anyone to practice with. If her siblings had been there- no she was over them and refused to go down that path. Instead she lifted he paw again and let the mouse run free. It almost raced out of her reach. Reacting quickly she extended her paw and brought it down with force on the tiny creature, crushing it. The sound of minuscule bones breaking and it's short, clipped, pained, cry as life quickly left it's body was music to Rache's ears. But her satisfaction was short lived. Now days it never seemed to be enough. She would kill something but the after glow just never seemed to last long enough. Never enough, and always alone. She sighed and laid her head down, bringing her bloodied paw to her face to lick it clean. No cure for youth, no cure for humidity, no cure for boredom and no cure for loneliness. Rache sided for about the millionth time. The birds in the trees chattered about their young and where to find the best seeds. Several mice were not to far off searching for their brother. Rache smirked at that one. Various other voices filtered in from her surroundings. "Can you hear what I hear?" she hummed glumly closing her eyes. "A million voices and not one is for me, no not one if for me."

[The Creature Account]

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[atrb=background,http://i35.tinypic.com/28w2kqq.png] The white stag walked cautiously through the dense jungle, his graceful shape moving in fluid steps as his antlers cut through any opposing foliage. He knew the jungle was full of malicious beasts that would seek his blood; they had already killed his father who had not been able to fight back in his old age. Now the stag knew it had to flee the dark place for it seemed that the beasts considered the valiant stags to be but mere offerings to their unusual gatherings. What cruel fate would await him if they sought to sink their sharpened fangs into his beautiful white hide could barely be imagined and he shuddered at the thought. Pausing but for a moment he sniffed at the air, his velvet nose poised to take in any scents that would alert him to a wolf’s presence. His perfectly symmetrical ears swiveled to capture any sounds out of place and he froze, unmoving and caught in terror as the sound of a voice reached his ears. It was wolf dialect and he could not understand it, though it did not sound like a happy call. His soft eyes sought out to catch a glimpse of the wolf, turned into frozen orbs of worry. What if he were to suffer the same fate of his father’s? Then his dad’s sacrifice would be all for not and his death in vain for he had given himself to the wolves to save his son’s and mate’s life. The stag’s mother could not leave the forest, it was all she had ever known and it would be there that she died to rejoin her mate. But she had pleaded with her valiant son to leave while he could and find a place to prosper and he had headed her desperate plea, saddened to leave her behind. Advancing silently his stoic body was a veritable ball of nerves, poised to flee at any sudden movement. He was younger and stronger than his dad and was now used to the antlers that graced his head, he would not go down without a fight. Peering through the foliage he caught sight of a young female wolf and he glanced nervously about, a young wolf was of little concern unless it called to others. Angered that his father’s life had been taken to feed the greedy pack a sense of rage and a desire for retribution haunted his decisions. He could slay this young female, blood for blood, but what if she was not alone? But the desire to avenge his father over powered him and he stepped forward regally, no fear in his eyes and his movements steady without fear. “Your pack killed my father, and for that they deserve to pay.” He huffed, not knowing the wolf could understand his words, and lowered his antlers in preparation for the attack. [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[Rache]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/rachetableback.png,true] She almost didn't catch what the words among all the chatter that was buzzing around. But it was too close, too loud and way too clear. Deep deer brown eyes opened and looked up. Rache was surprised to see a white stag had come this close to the wolves denning area. Was it brave or just plain stupid? Then again, bravery could often equal stupidity. Lazily Rache got to her feet as the stag posed to attack her. Did it really think it could take her down? She rolled her eyes. Of course it did. It was a young male, and one thing Rache had learned about young men, the thought the could do anything. They blindly thought they were invincible. "I am not responsible for anything my pack has done to your father," she sniffed, thrusting her black nose in the air haughtily," If anything it was his own rotten luck for being where they could catch him. Or his own stupidity, you can take your pick. But please, don't foolishly assume to say whatever you please just because you think I cannot understand you." At least this was something interesting. Though she would have preferred running into a predator, they shared the same views as her on some level. It was a shame she wouldn't be able to take the magnificent beast down all by herself. She could always howl to get another's attention, but then they would have taken credit for her find. If anything maybe she could work a good conversation out of the beast. Herbivore or not. "But really, if you think offing me will satisfy you, by all means go ahead. Attack a poor defenseless, abandoned child. I didn't take deer, white stags, to be cold blooded killers. I must have underestimated your kind, my deepest apologies," she sneered, trying to get a rise out of the creature. "speechtest"

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[The Creature Account]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-24.jpg] Surprise light his face as he flailed back in shock, this wolf could understand him? And the impudent runt dared to rebuke his angry words? The insulting mutterings angered him, his youthful body willing to respond in turn but the stillness native to his species forcing him to pause and contemplate this turn of events. Could he kill one that spoke and understood him? Yes, he could but the question was could he live with himself after and the answer that silently greeted his question gave him good pause for thought; no. Snorting the stag pawed the ground, stamping his foot in indecision for although running this young wolf through would be easy it was not in his nature and her words sharply brought to mind that of his mother. We are deer, and you would do well to remember our nobility comes not from force but tranquility. Eyes blazing he allowed himself to breathe in the dank musty smell of humid earth and to hear the flutter of leaves in the trees. His heart raced ahead of him, galloping as every beat pulse blood through his veins. It was unjust that the pack should get away without reprimand, but his mother would not be proud of him if he threw away his proud lineage to slay this wolf as repentance. Tossing his head in agitation he glanced about nervously, would his fool hardiness cost him his life? The smell of wolves was beginning to overwhelm him, ever fiber telling him to flee but his pride forcing him to stay put. Proudly he lifted his head, "If I choose not to kill you it is not because you are not responsible but because as a stag it would shame my lineage." Haughty and defiant the young buck disliked the degrading tone the wolf had taken and his anger poured into his words. "All pack wolves bear the responsibility of one individual`s choice, you are no better then the beast that slayed my father to feed their wretched gathering." He snorted in anger, a quick stamp of his foot marking his fury.

[Rache]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/rachetableback.png,true] Rache chuckled. Chuckled at the beast stupidity and pride. She knew he didn't have what it took to kill her. He raised his head proudly and she knew, that if she had the strength, the sounds he would make while being tortured would be delicious. His pride at first would prevent him from crying out, but eventually the pain would win out. And he would beg for mercy. Unfortunately she had neither the strength nor the purpose. There was no need to kill the stag, it would be excessive. Perhaps he would father some young, keep the species going and then it would be a better time to take the young buck's life. By then Rache might even be strong enough, or have a following that would do the deed for her. "I'm impressed," she drawled, circling the deer," That you would come so close to the wolf's den. Though you loose some points for believing wolves should go against their nature. Are we evil because we feed ourselves? Our young? I suppose you believe we should starve just because our diet leads to the end of anther's life. The same with all carnivore correct? Because feeding ourselves is such an evil thing," she came to a halt in front of him. Her eyes narrowed dangerously," Before you could kill me I could howl, and have half the pack here in an instant. Not all wolves are like me. They do not care to converse with dinner. I, however, find larger, more intelligent beasts intriguing," She leaned in close."Are you intelligent?" And then Rache backed off. She crept over to the bushes and snagged one of the mouses brothers. It squeaked indigently begging to be let go. A feral smile crawled across the youths face. "Take mice for instance. Very droll. The squeak helplessly, useless really. All they talk about is finding food and sniffing around. Their lives are boring, insignificant." She held the rodent in place by resting her paw in it's tail. I shivered and cried in pain. The stag probably couldn't hear what it was saying but Rache could. " Really their only worth is to provide sustenance for the larger, more intelligent species," And with that she brought her other paw down, crushing it like she had it's siblings. She lifted her paw showing the mouses broken body while she licked her paw clean once again. "So, if your as smart as I assume you are, you should leave. But by all means, come and visit me again if you think you can handle it," She smirked at him. "speechtest"

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[jimmydalad]

Prena stalked around the jungle, deathly silent as he kept track of all of his movements. The thick foliage of the jungle helped him keep hidden from other wolves as he continued to make his way through. Through his many years of traveling, the Sennyo had traversed this jungle numerous times, meaning that he knew it like the back of his hand. However, he also knew that this jungle was Hellion territory and though he hated packs, he didn't want to be seen by them.

At the sound of a Stag, Prena stopped in his tracks. He always loved Stags and he always looked at them as quite magnificent creatures, especially with their large horns. He just had to see it, even if from a distance. Therefore, he changed his direction and headed for where he heard the sound of the stag, determined to see it.

Eventually, he reached the location of the stag and then he saw her. It was the most beautiful Sennyo pup he had ever seen in his life. With sleek, red fur and large, dark blue wings, the old Sennyo had never seen any wolf that looked so perfect. It was hard to believe it was true.

The fact that she seemed to be talking to the stag only made it better, but the words she said were harsh and cruel. He watched as she caught a mouse and continued talking about how the mice were such a useless species. Prena was finding it hard just to stand there and watch this all occur.

Though she was a beautiful creature, he could not stand anyone who would so easily take a life of an animal while saying they are insignificant. In his eyes, all animals were significant in their own way. That was what he was brought up to learn by his family.

As soon as she crushed the mouse with her paws, that was the last straw. He let out a low growl and advanced from the foliage towards the young wolf. He didn't care about anything else, he had to do it.

"How dare you." The Sennyo said with a calm rage, slowly advancing upon the young wolf. "How could you kill an animal with such ease. Your words disgust me young one." He continued to say, glaring at the young wolf as he did. He was infuriated and it was taking all his willpower to not pounce on the young wolf and rip her to shreds.

[Scorch]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-23.png] Scorch had been feeling particularly edgy of late, he had not seen much of Tor or the pups lately and Braelyn leaving had disturbed the balance he had carefully constructed for the pack. He had the intent of tracking down his family this day, needing the comforting view of his young and strong pups to settle him. However the smell of a wolf tore him from this mission, assaulting his nostrils with a scent that he was not familiar with and bringing a hard frown of anger to his face. Scorch knew very well the scent of every single pack member in his pack, as Don he demanded no less than that from himself and this scent was not one of his. A heinous snarl marred his face, this meant that there was an intruder in his territory and the knowledge that someone deemed themselves so brazen to penetrate the depths of the Salnero Jungle infuriated the fire lupus. Flying on the wings of the shadows that caressed the dense underbrush he maneuvered his way like a professional, completely at ease in his land. The smell grew stronger as he approached the Commons and this brought a growl from his throat, the intruder deemed it wise to set foot in the resting place of the pack, a fate that would merit grave retribution. His eyes took in the sight before him as he remained concealed in the shadows, a translucent figure stalking the jungle. Before him stood three figures, one he recognized as one of his own; Rache. There stood a young stag, the buck beginning to be at ease with his horns and visibly angered and another adult wolf, a sennyo by first glance, whom was now angrily retorting to the young female. Fury gripped his heart, how dare he reprimand a member of his pack?! A snarl ripped from his chest as he slipped from the shadows to leap into the midst of them, flames licking at his sides and through his fur as he prepared to deliver a killing blow as necessary. His eyes blazed with authority and intense loathing as he watched the sennyo. He had placed himself in a way to shield Rache, the young female`s dazzling blue and green fur shining like a precious gem in the light of the day. The youngster seemed unhurt, which was a good thing for the intruder for Scorch would have killed him on sight if he had placed a paw on one of his pack members. His shoulders were coiled to spring and his body rippled with concealed strength as he raised his tail and asserted his dominance over the situation. Glancing at the stag he gave him a leer and barked loudly, telling the creature in no short words that if he moved Scorch would fry his body into withering deer jerky. His attention returned to the intruder, but one eye kept a close watch on the buck, his stomach rumbling at the feast that awaited him. Snapping his jaws in anger he snarled, “Who the hell do you think you are to intrude on my lands?! You must lack basic instinct for to affront one of my pack mates deserve severe punishment…” His voice rang out eerily smooth and liquid fire was infused in his words, the danger of the situation should not have been lost on the other wolf. His eyes narrowed as he contemplated the best way to use this wolf for his sheer stupidity, perhaps another slave in the pack would not be such a bad thing, provided he was well used and compliant. Otherwise Scorch would simply have to give him a beating he would not soon forget. Slowly he advanced, purposely threatening the wolf`s space as the fur on his back bristled with his contempt. The Don wasn`t a hospitable fellow, he had not gained the rank for being nice nor did he upkeep it by being a pushover. Only his pack mates knew that he could show kindness, outsiders were privy only to his inpenetrable mask of strength, anger and unspeakable cruelty. S c o r c h 's . S o n g

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[The Creature Account]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/sback-24.jpg] Tossing his head he noted, "Far more intelligent then one of your species, we thrive without a pack to keep us alive and are considered noble where as your kind is so populated you are all meager nothings." A sharp bite of anger filtered through his pride filled words and if eyes could have killed the young wolf would have been dead. "There are plenty of lesser creatures you can hunt, you disgusting pack mates hunt us simply for the fun of it. He thought back to his younger cousin, remembering hearing his agonizing cries of terror and pain reverberate through the forest as the wolves`s leader had heartlessly tortured him, killing him bit by bit for the simple pleasure of inflicting pain. The cries still haunted him to this day, too many had been slaughtered just to sate the evil pack`s hunger for malicious deeds. The buck would have lunged, would have loved to toss that smirk off the young wolf`s face and might even have enjoyed seeing her body be thrown into the air. Mice were relatively insignificant to the stag, he did not interact with the rodents as they were not particularly intelligent being and frankly the forest was littered with them. Therefore the loss of one was inconsequential to him and his kind, though it did not please him to see the wolf kill it so heartlessly. His species was much more rare, and his pride told him that they should not have to die to feed these disgusting animals when there was plenty of other prey with less intelligence to feast upon. His ears flicked back at the sound of another approaching wolf, the smell hitting his flaring nostrils as he raised his head in alarm, flicking his tail upwards as he stood poised to flee. However the other wolf seemed angered wit the female, his smell did not bare the similar traces of pack that the female`s did and he paused, halting his urge to run into the woods and escape. He did not understand the wolf`s words and looked at the female to trying and discern what was occurring. However the arrival of another wolf distracted him as he watched in horror as his father`s murderer stalked into the scene, the fire leaping through his fur a sight that scared the buck badly. The stag might stand a chance against him alone, but now there were two adult and a young wolf and it was pure terror that kept him frozen to the spot, the threatening look the dominating male gave him forcing him to watch on in fear as he awaited his sentence. He could not understand what was occurring, could not tell what was wrong with the two adults, were they not from the same pack? He sniffed quietly at the air, no they were not which meant perhaps a confrontation would give him the chance to escape. Hope light his eyes as he watched, sending small furtive glances to determine the best escape route.

[Rache]

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[atrb=background,http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h329/Whosie/rachetableback.png,true] <DIV align=justify> Rache held nothing but contempt for the young buck. His pride in his heritage and race. She could have laughed. If she had been a full grown wolf he would never have dared challenge her, which grated a bit on they the malicious youth's nerves. Nobody respected her, saw her for what she was worth. If so much as one more person looked down oh her she swore she was going to make them regret it. She saw a glint in the stag's eye that told her he was ready to attack. Her limbs bunched up in anticipation, ready to leap out of the way and counter strike. No way would this arrogant beast get the drop on her, Rache's pride wouldn't allow it. The fight, however, was ended before it could even start by some upstart. He had caught her off guard, which peeved Rache to no end, while she was talking to the stag. He was a Sennyo, a pretty bright orange, and could almost forgive him his interruption if it had not been for the fact that not only was he a trespasser but he was also berating her. Rache's lips curled in a snarl. How dare he call her disgusting! Rache happened to know for a fact that she was attractive to any that laid eyes on her. Though they didn't see her true appearance there was no way any wolf could find her revolting. Once again the yellow hybrid was interrupted before anything could happen, this time by none other than the Don himself. Whirl winding in on shadows and flames. Rache's breath escaped her. She was in awe of the male, power and furry rolling off him in waves. Scorch was a wolf she held in the highest esteem, for him to be defending her shocked her a bit. Though she knew it was only because she was one of his subjects she couldn't help but feel a bit honored and special. But of course she was special, she already knew that! While the magnificent fire lupus advanced on the intruding Sennyo, her mind sighed at the waste, Rache's attention turned back to the stag. A devilish smile crept back across her face, her teeth showing even more than when she was snarling. "Do not get any funny ideas, dear," she said in a sickly sweet drawled. She recognized this look too. She had seen it on many occasions, every time she lifted her paw, letting her pray think it had the chance to get away. Hope was such a fun thing to snuff out of a creature. Slowly she advanced, so as not to get in range of an attack by the deer, but enough to be intimidating. "speechtest" </DIV>

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[jimmydalad]

Prena watched as a large lupus leaped into the clearing, flames dancing by his side as he entered. Immediately, Prena adopted an offensive stance, glaring back at the intruding Lupus. Of course, the alpha had arrived.

Prena had tried to keep himself hidden in the forest, but unfortunately, his impulses caused him to react before thinking. He had to admit, he did regret it. However, he was still disgusted by the young pup behind the lupus and he found it hard to believe that such a beautiful pup could be so cruel.

"Me?" The Sennyo said to the Lupus, not backing down in fear. Though he knew of the danger he was in, Prena was not the type of wolf to be easily intimidated. "I am just a loner, traveling around the world." He continued to say to the alpha, not showing any signs of fear or apprehension.

"I must say look strong, but that is to be expected of a wolf, especially an alpha." Prena said to the wolf, thinking of a way to escape. "However, you do need to teach your pups respect, even to animals. That pup has yet to learn that I fear." He stated to the alpha, now slowly starting to move backwards.

"I know I cannot win in a fight against you so I will leave. However, you need to teach your pups to watch their mouths, or something bad might befall them. Especially that one." Prena said, indicating to the pup hidden behind him. "Though she is beautiful, her attitude is something that I hate. It ruins her." And with that, he turned the other way and sprinted out of the forest as fast as he could, using his speed and agility to his advantage.

As he ran, the Sennyo made a mental note not to tread in these forests for a time, less he wanted to risk an attack from the alpha. Though he knew it was quite cowardly to run, he knew he must in order to survive. Survival was the most important thing for him.