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the bizniz - Fellway - September 07, 2015
Fellway had never seen a fen before. The land looked like landscape version of stretch marks above a fat-bottomed lady's rear - each scar was filled with water of varying depths. Trees were scarce, but tall grass grew around the rim of each dark pool. The white wolf did not stop to drink - not even Fellway was stupid enough to drink water that did not move. Not after last time (and the seventeen times before that - he was a slow learner).
The sky was dark and starless, but fireflies beaded the reeds, flashing soft, yellow-green messages to each other. Fellway took it upon himself to add spice to the summit of winged LEDs, flouncing after his own snapping jaws as they cut a path through the luminescent gathering - fully aware that he might fall into a dark pool of water, and half-hoping he might.
RE: the bizniz - Splinter - September 13, 2015
It did not trouble him to move by day, but the shadow was most comfortable at night; for the obvious reason that his coat was advantageous under the cover of darkness. He travelled through the tall grasses, finding a frog in one place and a snake in another; both were gulped down unceremoniously, holding off the burning hunger that had begun to form in the pit of his stomach. The coywolf appreciated places like these; places that harbored an abundance of food for those who knew the benefit of taking their eyes off the bigger game and looking nearer the ground for their meal.
On this evening, however, his predatory gaze was drawn to a flash of white among the soft flicker of fireflies. He stole in for a closer look, as silent as the minnows that navigated the subtle channels and pools of the fen. He watched as the wolf as he chased after the lightning bugs, seemingly without a care.
RE: the bizniz - Fellway - September 28, 2015
It took time, but after a few minutes of flouncing with an unseen audience, Fellway got the distinct feeling that he wasn't alone. The great white wolf stopped hopping about to listen, but there was only the soft flutter of a thousand wings in the air - no breaths apart from his own, and no stalking footsteps.
"Like what you see? " Fellway called out to nobody, scooping his plush ears forward to catch a response. " There are more moves where that came from, just sayin'." God, please be a hot lady and not some old perverted badger with a wolf fetish.
RE: the bizniz - Splinter - October 02, 2015
The coywolf was amused as he observed the white male continue his frolic, before pausing to focus on listening the world around him. It was evident to him that the dancing creature sensed something amiss, but was not certain, and had not even pinpointed his location. The shadow said nothing in response, though his lips quirked into a small smile, appreciative of the narcissistic humor the wolf possessed.
He lowered himself further into the grasses and stole forward, peering between the softly swaying blades. This was a common game to him; to stalk and see how near he could draw to another before they busted him.
RE: the bizniz - Fellway - October 03, 2015
Someone was definitely out there - Fellway could sense eyes on him, but there was nothing on the wind. With nothing to lose and confidence in his abilities to face whatever lurked in the dark, he decided to engage. "Alrighty, my shadowy compadre," Fellway slumped in the grass, aiming his head in completely the wrong direction, "Gimme a rustle - come on. I'll tell you a secret if you do."
RE: the bizniz - Splinter - October 03, 2015
The white one still could not see him, and nor did he smell or hear him. The sight of the wolf bowed in the grass, facing away from him, rump exposed, tempted the coyote in his blood. His ears twitched as he considered the scenario in front of him, and found he could not resist in his boredom. He stole forward, slipping through the grass like a snake, and when he was within springing distance he took his chance. He sprung forward and made to nip at the male's tail, and successful or not, as soon as his paws touched the earth he made to vanish back into the grasses.