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Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage - Saber - December 20, 2014
@Falwasi Not a problem. W_^V
Saber peered through the fog, and only saw the mist the cold and heat condensed as they met. Some would find weather like this horrible to hunt it, yet Saber knew most animals got their tidings and travels done in descreit, so he would snag a few for his brothers pack caches before turning in fro the night. With the fog surrounding him, enveloping his tawny fur, he gazed around the shroud with his icey blue glacials, searching for anything at all that may serve the Creek well.
So far, he had come across 16 rabbit dens, and all were inhabited by sleeping and hibernating little fuzzy mammals. All but 3, were full families. Several little bundles were snoozing, and the FrostFur was indeed happy he had eaten before he hunted the little creatures, because surely with the voracious appetite he had previously, he could have easily downed half of the estblished number.
However, he had no idea how he would be able to carry all the bundles of bleeding carcasses back to the Creek, but he would have to manage, unless help came.
RE: Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage - Falwasi - December 20, 2014
The lissome wolf strode through the fog, an unusual phenomenon since she had arrived at the Creek, but predicted as there had been a fair amount of rain lately. It was nice to lurk around home again, though, instead of constantly being on the go. Hell, she'd rather be home in the rainy weather than away.
Falwasi stopped for a moment as she caught scent of a wolf nearby, hunting. She could tell the male was hunting for there were multiple other smells belonging near him. Rabbits. Lots of them, she had deciphered with a twitch of her wet nose. Perhaps the stranger could use some help to fill the caches.
As Falwasi moved through the thick sheet of translucence, she squinted her amber eyes as a figure began to form before her, becoming more and more distinct as she grew nearer. Eventually, it turned out to be the wolf, its cinnamon-shot pelt not exactly sticking out against the fog, yet not exactly blending in with the background.
The mountain wolf looked over the male, spotting ice blue eyes. The contrast of the tawny pelt and blue eyes... "You must be one of Scimitar's lucky brothers," she said, the corner of her mouth barely tilting up. "Falwasi," the girl introduced, dipping her head towards the wolf.
RE: Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage - Saber - December 21, 2014
The handsome man was inturrupted in his thought by a voice that sounded not to far from him. A swift sniff and interepretation classed this voice to be one of the Creeks female members. Truning to the direction, Saber soon noticed the lithefigure of a stunningly beautiful woman, her cream, gold and oak bark pelt cresting her form that was built in the figure of an athletic wolf. Metalic coppers looked at his own ice water eyes, the cold and heat contrasting between the FrostFur and his newly met company.
"Indeed I am, Falwasi. It is a pleasure to meet a another member of the Creek, and a vibrantly beautiful one, at that. "
The introduction of her name was soon met by his, his own crown dipping in response to her own, soft fur following his heads regal motion.
"Saber FrostFur."
Taking a swift glance around the area, the mist clinging to his body in the manner of light and nearly imperceptible dew drops. It was quite the coincidence that another member of the Creek would be here, especially in his dilemma, so Saber prided himself with a humble question to the rich pelted female.
"Falwasi, do you mind assisting me in a slight turn of events?"
RE: Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage - Falwasi - December 21, 2014
Falwasi looked away into the distance with dismissive eyes when the sable brother called her beautiful. Luka, wherever the charcoal wolf had gone, had complemented her as such, and the hot-tempered female was somewhat ruffled about it. But she was learning to accept complements — or at least control herself when they were granted to her, and though she ignored them, she knew they were there.
The male’s name was Saber, and this was the first time she was given the knowledge of Scimitar's surname. Frostfur. Scimitar Frostfur. Saber Frostfur. It seemed to fit well.
The cream flushed female returned her gaze to Saber when she noticed a question being asked. He needed help with something; funnily enough that had been the reason Falwasi had come towards him in the first place. "Would that slight turn of events be hunting?," she asked, warm eyes lighting up as the possibility to play her game came up.
RE: Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage - Saber - December 25, 2014
A egntle swish of his lightly sanded tail gave her the affermitive on her question. It was evident where her passion lay, and Saber made sure to note if he needed any other help with killing prey, she would be the wolfess he would turn to.
"Indeed it is, Falwasi. There are several rabbit holes here that crave us to empty them, and our caches that thirst to be refilled. Would you like to join me in the hunt?"
Frozen irises kept in her direction, their depths speaking volumes on how he was grateful for her help.
Saber knew his place in the pack was to assist it keeping it well furnished with members and food, protection and loyalty. And he promised his brother he would do such. Him acting upon his promise, was a prime example, eviddently, and it seemed to be today that he would display it to another emmber of the Creek.
RE: Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage - Falwasi - December 25, 2014
A shy yet alluring smile crept upon Falwasi's features subconsciously. "Of course," she answered. Of course she would help hunt. It was her duty at the end of the day, wasn't it? And not only was it her duty, but it was her pleasure, too. Her hunting skills were great in Eagle Mountain, but after her travel to the Wilds, they were blue-chip.
Falwasi's almond eyes scanned over the area the two compeers were standing in, dropping her moist nose to the ground. The scent of rabbit enveloped her, and she cast a sideways glance at Saber, "They're in for a nasty surprise," she said, sadness lightly touching her tone. She too had had monsters creep up on her home and steal her family away from her.
Now she was a monster. She was about to do the same thing.
RE: Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage - Saber - December 28, 2014
Saber had no intention of feeling sad for the rabbits, for they were prey, and prey were eaten by the predators, which ensuured their survival. The way of life. However, the barely audible sound of sadness dipped the slim fae's voice, her words a noted signal of sympathy for Saber. He didn't know whether she had issues with killing, for she had seemed to have a previous joy to the hunt he had offered.
Unknowing of her past, he surmised her emotional change to be one of a wolfess who loved to give chase to prey who were fully aware of the danger. Saber only put pieces of assumptions together, as he turned and sent a lightand reassuring shoulder bump to the femmora.
"If you want, we can wake them up. They don't necessarily have to be surprised, if it would help you cope with the killings.."
Saber didn't want his packmate to feel any sort of mope over killing sleeping rabbits, so if she wanted to give chase to the little fattened things, she could. It would be more work, but if it made her feel better, he would be willing and ready to put in the effort to assist.
Concerned wintery gems graced the misty world as he patiently awaited her opinion of his lightly posed suggestion.
RE: Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage - Falwasi - December 29, 2014
[size=x-small]Quick post before I'm off to ski! Sorry if the last half is crappy :([/size]
Falwasi snickered at the ecru wolf's offer. "Sorry, it's just, I've been hunting since I was little. Killing doesn't bother me," she said, looking at Saber with a lopsided smile. "At all." She didn't know why, but today it brought the memories back. It wasn't normal, and Falwasi hoped it was a one-off. She suddenly felt a twinge of fear as the thought of hunting saddening her crossed her mind. That could not happen.
"Let's go," the wolfess announced, walking away from Saber and towards the scent of the dens, nose hovering just above the wet floor. The damp but fresh smell of the morning dew filled her nostrils, as well as the many rabbits hiding in their dens. There were plenty, more or less located near each other, and should their hunt be successful, it would fill up some the Creek's caches.
Crouching low a few yards before a just about visible hole in the ground, Falwasi glanced back at Saber to make sure he was on the prowl too, ready to back up her attack. Then, she reverted her attention to the the den ahead of her that was just waiting to be emptied, the buzz of hunting overpowering her body. She slowly stalked the pocket, careful not to awaken the sleeping critters beneath the surface. Then, when she reached the den, Falwasi began to dig, using her paws to kick out the dirt that covered the rabbits, every strike against the den quickening.
Once the opening was wide enough and before the rabbits could escape, Falwasi swiped her open mouth at one of the adults, grabbing the animal by its hind leg. She clamped her fangs down on it, the creature struggling to escape before falling limp in her mouth, the metal taste of fresh blood staining her mouth. The she-wolf joyed on the inside from the kill, and reluctantly dropped the creature beside the hole before returning to the fearsome remains of the den.
Before she could lunge at it again, the other full-grown rabbit leapt out of the hole, away from Falwasi to look for an escape. There was no use in chasing it — three other juveniles were waiting to be taken, and hopefully Saber would make the decision to follow up the male, or not to.
RE: Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage - Saber - January 06, 2015
◆Not a prob at all, Im jealous of the winter fun your having, actually. :O ◆
As contrary to the confidence of her words, Saber saw a bit of shadow within her soft irises. Something he obviously was not to know, and it didn't bother him, not one bit. Some mysteries were to be left unsolved, and he didnt know Falwasi as much as he'd like to, even if it gave him the gilded feeling of prying for the better. Everyone had their secrets, and they were secrets for a reason. The FrostFur had secrets too, and he would respect it if others gave him his privacy on the matters that deserved privacy.
So with a solemn nod, he set off with the fae.
Seemingly hastier that originally expected, Saber saw her pawing up a burrow, and patiently, he awaited for the chase to start. And start, it did. She had snagged the hind of one alarmed rabbit, while the counterpart fled the scene, hoping to have his own life spared. Saber honed his glacials on the swift mammal, his athletic body already on the move. After a trio of leaps later, the swift tawny paw shot out, and landed on the back of the little grey furred prey, and an audible crunch echoed around him in the mist that was beginning to become more and more dense. Picking up the tiny beast, Saber trotted back to his also successful packmate, dropping his catch next to hers.
RE: Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage - Falwasi - January 08, 2015
The remains of the den scuttled around, the feeling of stress hanging in the air. Despite this, Falwasi stood calmly, awaiting the umber male's return whilst she surveyed the den. She wouldn't want the juveniles to make an escape on her watch, and even though her slight frame cast a lumbering shadow across their home, she stayed attentive.
Saber arrived at the she-wolf's side, dropping the escapee beside her own game. Falwasi turned her head and looked at his kill (which was a decent size) with approval before reverting her gaze to the male; "Is it worth taking these? They're only little." She motioned towards the three siblings in the hole, awaiting Saber's seal on their fate. They were under the average size for a rabbit, perhaps no older than a year, and most likely lacked much meat, but could be a nice meal for Paarthurnax's pups.
RE: Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage - Saber - January 08, 2015
Saber gazed over the little identical bundles of fur, the sleeping babes, and glacials pondered over the very idea of murdering the children.
In the soft and smooth yet strengthened voice he held silent for some time, he responded to her question.
"Occasionally, the small things are what make the grandest differences in the world. So no, these little ones will grow. We will give them some time to reproduce, be fruitful, grow fattened, and then we will reap their labor. Then we will return to the same meadow, and gaze down at their children, and say the same thing. It will give us the same successful results. "
Saber learned from the watching of youth, one thing one wasn't supposed to do was harvest young. To do it caused a shortage of the natural selection of meals, and the ones who did were famished, much to their own consequence.
"These will live."
Turning to the duo's left, he motioned with his well chiseled maw to the remaining meadow, a reassuring grin to the fae on his own left.
"Besides, there are plenty more holes we need to raid, Fal. Those little things wont contribute to much."
RE: Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage - Falwasi - January 09, 2015
The deer gave only a quiet nod in response to Saber's decision in agreement. They could, after all, donate a fraction of larger kill to the pups instead of killing the precious new life that belong to the Creek's lands.
Quickly forgetting about their decision, Falwasi returned on the prowl, trailing the scent with her now bloody nose dropped to the ground in search for their next hunt. Her search came to a stop a few yards away, meeting a shallower hole that contained fewer rabbits than the former burrow. There were only two.
This time, the budding warrior stuck her head in the den instead of patiently pawing the home up, for this den was wide enough to raid without using her legs. Perhaps the only reason Falwasi could do it was thanks to her slim features, and this she believed, as she would not step back for Saber until she caught her prey.
She snapped carefully yet forcefully at the nearest rabbit, and felt its fur between her jaws. But clearly not strenuously enough, for with one kick of its legs, the creature jumped away, wriggling from the wolf's grasp with a wound who's origin was beginning to show its color. Falwasi growled at her misfortune, ordering herself to be more sturdy with her grip, to ignore any struggles and to shuffle her mouth around the prey should there be any.
So she stood, still as the leaves on a dry summer's day, muzzle hanging loose in the den as she scoured her orbs over the rabbits, that had surprisingly no where to go. It seemed that they had just 'moved in', which could have been the reason for their lack of channels and shallow and audacious start to the burrow.
Then, she instantaneously pinned the larger rabbit to the wall of the hole, the entire time blinded by the opaque sides of the entrance, eyes squinted shut to shield herself from all dust. The mousy rabbit quietened in its movements, though she knew was not dead. Falwasi began to count to three in her mind before she withdrew herself from the den with the dying creature, knowing the sandy male was already thinking ahead, next in line for the subterranean attack.
1...
2...
3.