November 28, 2020, 03:06 AM
A part of Aliana wanted to just chase the She-wolf out of the plains. She didn't want to play her little game, all she wanted was for her to move on. Nothing more. But another part, the prideful part of herself, wanted to take up the She-wolf's challenge. To test her strength and show that the last few months in Kaistleoki were not in vain.
Win or Lose—it'd be a learning experience.
Win or Lose— she'd chase the She-wolf out of the Hunting Grounds whether by force or by winning.
If their first words were a bit friendlier Aliana may have just told her that these were Hunting Grounds under the claim of Kaistleoski, so she shouldn’t stay long in the area then be on her merry way. But instead, she yelled at her about how she didn't smell the fresh scent markers and now is trying to haggle her. Like she’d hunt one of their Bison with a stranger wolf—the nerve!
Another flash of fangs. Her mouth opened to speak but just before a word has been uttered, Hieronymous, the Constable, stepped in. She had barely noticed the Constable step in beside her since she was so focused on she-wolf.
She glanced at the Constable before giving a subtle nod in agreement, looking to She-wolf with a firm look, ❝ My Constable is right. If we let you bargain to hunt here, word will eventually spread then others will try to as well. I’m sorry but I’m afraid, I’m going to have to ask you to leave... ❞ The last words that left her were rigid and resolute.
If the Constable wanted to nose for some information out of the ebony She-wolf, Aliana wouldn’t stop him from doing so but she felt the She-wolf has overstayed her welcome. Her already solid stance becomes fiercer, fur bristling more. Not quite aggressive but it’s getting there. And with another Kaistleoskian with her, she had the number advantage. The She-wolf was mouthy...but she didn’t look dumb; she wouldn’t attack with the odds stacked against her.
Win or Lose—it'd be a learning experience.
Win or Lose— she'd chase the She-wolf out of the Hunting Grounds whether by force or by winning.
If their first words were a bit friendlier Aliana may have just told her that these were Hunting Grounds under the claim of Kaistleoski, so she shouldn’t stay long in the area then be on her merry way. But instead, she yelled at her about how she didn't smell the fresh scent markers and now is trying to haggle her. Like she’d hunt one of their Bison with a stranger wolf—the nerve!
Another flash of fangs. Her mouth opened to speak but just before a word has been uttered, Hieronymous, the Constable, stepped in. She had barely noticed the Constable step in beside her since she was so focused on she-wolf.
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❝ I can't condone such a bargain. If I were, who am I to stop anyone else from doing the same in order to hunt here? ❞
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❝ I can't condone such a bargain. If I were, who am I to stop anyone else from doing the same in order to hunt here? ❞
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She glanced at the Constable before giving a subtle nod in agreement, looking to She-wolf with a firm look, ❝ My Constable is right. If we let you bargain to hunt here, word will eventually spread then others will try to as well. I’m sorry but I’m afraid, I’m going to have to ask you to leave... ❞ The last words that left her were rigid and resolute.
If the Constable wanted to nose for some information out of the ebony She-wolf, Aliana wouldn’t stop him from doing so but she felt the She-wolf has overstayed her welcome. Her already solid stance becomes fiercer, fur bristling more. Not quite aggressive but it’s getting there. And with another Kaistleoskian with her, she had the number advantage. The She-wolf was mouthy...but she didn’t look dumb; she wouldn’t attack with the odds stacked against her.
This is the law of the Jungle, as old and as true as the sky, And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back; For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.
As the creeper that girdles the tree trunk, the law runneth forward and back; For the strength of the pack is the wolf, and the strength of the wolf is the pack.
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Where my Paws take me - by Whrist - November 23, 2020, 08:16 PM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Aliana - November 24, 2020, 07:18 AM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Whrist - November 24, 2020, 11:01 PM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Aliana - November 25, 2020, 07:35 AM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Whrist - November 26, 2020, 08:53 PM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Hieronymous - November 26, 2020, 10:33 PM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Aliana - November 28, 2020, 03:06 AM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Whrist - November 29, 2020, 12:41 PM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Hieronymous - November 29, 2020, 07:22 PM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Aliana - November 30, 2020, 01:07 AM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Hieronymous - December 01, 2020, 10:39 AM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Aliana - December 03, 2020, 11:54 PM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Hieronymous - December 04, 2020, 04:13 PM
RE: Where my Paws take me - by Aliana - December 05, 2020, 11:37 AM