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mine, windbag, mine - Cypher - October 26, 2016
For the attention of pack wolves, perhaps someone from Silver Creek?? But all are welcome!
She tore the feathers from a large duck she had caught. It wasn't her favorite meal, for the mess of feathers and the way they stuck to your fur and in your mouth, but food was food when you were a drifter. Beggers couldn't be choosers, and she needed the nourishment. When the worst of the feathers were shorn away, Cypher cracked its breast bones between her jaws and began to consume the bird's torso.
"Not enough meat," she muttered, before proceeding to brush her teeth repeatedly over her tongue— eyes squinting— in an attempt to remove the bone splinters from her mouth.
RE: mine, windbag, mine - Casmir - October 26, 2016
Saena hadn't come home, and Casmir was unprepared for how empty the Creek was without her. he had expected that she would accompany them back, had built his future actions around that assumption, and it had been shattered with a few growled words. today he patrolled, attempting to drive away his feelings with quick strides, and was drawn by the smell of blood.
he found an oddly marked female finishing off a kill, and inexplicably his hackles raised as he drew into view, single ear thrust forward and his body lifted above her own.
RE: mine, windbag, mine - Aeronwyn - October 26, 2016
"This is neutral territory, is it not?"
Her voice rang out as she approached the two, totally at ease. This close to Arthendal, she was at home here, her Isle close at hand. She scented the air, recognizing the male as being a part of Silver Creek (awfully close to Arthendal, was he not) and the female as being a loner, no pack scent drifting from her. Travel worn, hungry looking, most definitely a loner.
Her gaze travelled to the Silver Creek wolf, his scent knowledge from interactions with his leaders. Then, to the loner, crouched over a pitiful kill. She was silent, her stance proud but not especially dominant, gaze cool and demeanor indifferent as she stood a distance aways and surveyed the two.
RE: mine, windbag, mine - Cypher - October 29, 2016
Cypher turned her attention away from her attempts to clean her teeth, focusing instead on the male that approached. All bravado, all assertive and determined to show her his standing. "Now, now, darlin'," she drawled as she moved to her feet, abandoning the kill for now. "I ain't mean you any harm." She wasn't about to squabble over such a pitiful meal, and if he wanted it, she'd be more than happy to toss him the carcass.
Before she could say more, a woman's voice rang out. Cypher's attention turned once more, taking in the other's regal stance, and raised a brow. Clearly, the two were not friends, and the tawny woman had no interest in getting involved with the local politics.
RE: mine, windbag, mine - Casmir - November 06, 2016
i am sooo sorry for the wait!
before Casmir could answer, some woman swaggered up to him, her voice rude as fuck. at any other time, Cas would have been a cool cat about the entire thing, but her 'tude coupled with his shit day made the drawling stranger a sudden non-factor in his world. "did you need something?" the boy murmured in a cold tone, his tail switching over his hips.
step off, his eyes plainly said as he held her own. proud of his height, scarred, with a muscular body and obvious war-wounds, what with the missing ear, Cas felt this idiot would be pretty stupid indeed to step to him for any reason.
RE: mine, windbag, mine - Aeronwyn - November 16, 2016
Hope some PP is okay since the player fell inactive!
The woman slipped away, clearly in no mind to involve herself in whatever went on between her and the male now. Perhaps smart, yet a pity...Arthendal needed more wolves. She fixed the male with a cool gaze, silent a moment before speaking. "What I need to understand
, is why a Creek wolf is so near to our hunting grounds." She replied, though her smooth voice held no trace of hostility, save for if the male responded with hostility. She tilted her head a fraction, as if merely curious, though her demeanor did not match the idle gesture.
RE: mine, windbag, mine - Casmir - November 17, 2016
the other wolf slipped away, and Cas faced the mouthy woman fully now. his eyes met her own, and their gazes vied; he smirked. he didn't need to justify himself. he wanted to be a dick, his voice of reason drowned in his own-self righteousness for now. "isn't this neutral land?" he asked with sarcastic casualness, flicking his tail behind his hindquarters.
RE: mine, windbag, mine - Aeronwyn - November 18, 2016
Her gaze narrowed a fraction as he spoke, and her hackles rose in the slightest as she stepped forward, narrowing he distance between her and the scarred male. Her mind drifted quickly to the conversation between Malice and Spring for something to use, and had to think little before she said, "As I recall, so is King Elk Wood. Yet none of our pack hunt there, nor do they tread there." She replied, tone hinting at a challenge.
"You overstep your boundaries. Leave." She instructed him crisply, vote hard as she gazed at him with a frigid gaze.
RE: mine, windbag, mine - Casmir - November 18, 2016
if she'd asked nicely, maybe Cas would have. he convienently omitted the fact that he'd been the dick in the first place, and arched a mocking brow at the woman. he wasn't hunting, so who gave a shit? also forgetting that he represented Silver Creek, Cas yawned widely, backed away a few steps --- and sat down.
if she wanted a fight, he'd give it to her. for now he watched her with an expression that invited her wrath.
because he is stupid.
RE: mine, windbag, mine - Aeronwyn - November 18, 2016
He sat. Of all reasonable, logical things to do, he chose the direct path to her wraith. He even had the audacity to yawn in her face, and as soon as his rip his the ground- her ground, she lunged. A few powerful steps propelled her forward, then she launched a snap at his face, jaws unrelenting as she displayed to the male just how serious she was.
RE: mine, windbag, mine - Casmir - November 19, 2016
there was a part of Cas that didn't think she'd try him, but try she did, rushing him in a flurry of raised guard hairs and snapping teeth. he yanked away, but not before her teeth clipped his cheek, drawing blood. the boy scrambled to his paws. "fuckin' bitch," he snapped in her direction, before lunging at the wolfess. chin tucked to protect his throat, aiming to knock her off balance.