Where in the World Am I? -Duchan-

[Thana]

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[atrb=background,http://i1218.photobucket.com/albums/dd415/Somatra1/tback-4.png] "Speaking" A lone figure moved through the thick forest, grumbling all the while. The mortui paused and raised her black head, her blood red eyes narrowed. Her two bone paws crunched against the snow while her other paws sunk in slightly, giving the female an odd, limping gait. The poor female would have been rather pretty, but she was a mortui, and those wolves rotted away till there was nothing left. For her age, she was relatively lucky. One of her front legs had rotted away, leaving nothing but bone and tendons, and the same was for one of her back legs. A patch of flesh was exposed on her side, showing glimpses of her ribs, and a few patches of skin was rotting away on her tail, but her silky black fur covered up most of it. Most of her body was covered in fire-truck red spots, and they stood out well against her midnight black fur. The effect was startling, but slightly pleasing. Thana gave a groan of annoyance as a clump of snow fell on her head. She gave the guilty branch an angry look, then continued on. Where the hell was she, anyway? It was unlike her to get lost, but she was very, very lost. The area was near a pack, though she was not in the pack territory. But soon she would be.. And where a pack was, wolves were. The idea of seeing other wolves was not the most pleasing at the moment, though getting out of these blasted woods was. "Where in the world am I?" she muttered. Her voice was pleasing, and it sounded like velvet. If she had not been a mortui, and was not slowly rotting away, Thana would have been a rather fine looking female. The she-wolf let out a growl of anger. The Mafia was definitely no where near here. If only someone could point her in the right direction.. Thana laughed bitterly at the thought. Who would kindly point a cannibal mortui in the right direction? So she trudged on, her expression getting worse and worse as she went in deeper through the forest. She was now going alone next to the borderline. She had no intentions of actually going into the territory, for she wasn't that stupid. Thana would play it safe.. At least until she found a way back home..

[Duchanéir Olc]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/3329lxv.jpg] Every day was the same. Early morning walk through the terrain, reinforce borders, check borders, do some hunting, return, go out again... Duchan didn't mind it to a point but sometimes he wished things would get a bit more interesting. He moved steathily through the forest now, wandering along the borders and sensing or any intruders. Even with the snow, he found ways to camouflage himself. He knew the taiga lands like the back of his paw and was aware of any potential hiding place, every rabbit's den and so moving in and out between brambles and bushes was no sweat to the male. He had literally done this a hundred times, moving quietly through the forest. It seemed to be easier to have the element of surprise on his paws, especially when dealing with intruders. Most were just lost wolves, some wanting to join the pack... others not so friendly. It was his job as skoll to make sure none of the unfriendly sorts got near his home and his alpha. So it was alarming to say the least when a strange, but familiar smell wafted through his nostrils, causing the fur on the back of his neck to stand up straight. The scent of the mafia stunk in the air amidst the horrible stench of decay. He knew the mafia well; he had even spent some time there, surveying their lands. He had intended to join but when no one met him, he made a quick survey of their land, and left. He knew it had changed hands since then, but now his loyalties laid elsewhere. The mafia was still a force to be reckoned with, and the lingering smell of decomposition furthered that point. Duchan had met few mortui in his life. To him the idea of slowly decaying away seemed a horrible fate, and it was no wonder why they always turned out so damn bitter. He frowned as the figure came into view and if the scent hadn't been enough to determine she was a mortui, the sight of her was. There was a gaping wound on her side, and her front paw was just bones and tendons. Even for Duchan the sight made his stomach flop. She was obviously not looking to join their pack, stinking heavily of the mafia. Had she wanted to, he wasn't even sure if he would have let her. Surely such a sight would bring nightmares even to the bravest of pups. It was a question he would ask Ahote later. She spoke suddenly and Duchan was pulled from his thinking. He was cleverly hidden in the crevice of a badger's den, surrounded by brambles. His eyes pierced through and her words almost brought a chuckle to his lips. He would have to play this well and smoothly if he intended on turning her away from his pack and keeping them safe. He had no intentions of dealing with the mafia anytime soon. "Lost my sweet?" he purred from his concealed position, his eyes glowing amidst the darkened bush. "It seems unfortunate for one to be lost in such a snowy wonderland. This is the taiga, fellow wolf," he added, rising up from the den and circling out, his body held high and regally as he stared down at the female with wary eyes. His tail displayed his rank, held aloft behind him. He displayed no signs of aggression as he watched her, trying to see how she would play this. "Would you like me to help you find your way home?" D U C H A N É I R . O L C

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