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A voice rang out above the silence with a crisp crack that startled Kierkegaard from his stoic perch. Whirling with such force that the fur along his neck and spine seemed to stiffen, the ash-colored male locked his gaze on the pale creature. Irritation immediately flared inside of him and he found his upper lip peeling wayward to expose yellow canines. Lengthy ears flattened threateningly to the top of his head and he clicked his teeth together to demonstrate his discontentedness with the creature who had beckoned him so rudely. There was not a response that was appropriate enough for the smoke-colored wolf to muster. He could not force himself to answer the white-furred stranger’s calling without his words striking the air with a bitter bite attached. Fixing his eyes on the build of the strange wolf, Kierkegaard took several steps in the other male’s direction before stopping.
The stench of an unfamiliar pack surrounded the pallid wolf’s body. More than this, however, Kierkegaard was already noting particular features about the stranger’s figure. He seemed tired – from either travel or from an altercation – which made him vulnerable. The opposing male had no means of persuading Kierke. “Leave,” the monster snarled, saliva dripping from his jowls in the final moments of his teeth connecting. The lands were not claimed, but Kierkegaard did not see this as an issue. He was territorial over a piece of land that did not belong to him, but he was confident that he could force the white-furred male out.
A voice rang out above the silence with a crisp crack that startled Kierkegaard from his stoic perch. Whirling with such force that the fur along his neck and spine seemed to stiffen, the ash-colored male locked his gaze on the pale creature. Irritation immediately flared inside of him and he found his upper lip peeling wayward to expose yellow canines. Lengthy ears flattened threateningly to the top of his head and he clicked his teeth together to demonstrate his discontentedness with the creature who had beckoned him so rudely. There was not a response that was appropriate enough for the smoke-colored wolf to muster. He could not force himself to answer the white-furred stranger’s calling without his words striking the air with a bitter bite attached. Fixing his eyes on the build of the strange wolf, Kierkegaard took several steps in the other male’s direction before stopping.
The stench of an unfamiliar pack surrounded the pallid wolf’s body. More than this, however, Kierkegaard was already noting particular features about the stranger’s figure. He seemed tired – from either travel or from an altercation – which made him vulnerable. The opposing male had no means of persuading Kierke. “Leave,” the monster snarled, saliva dripping from his jowls in the final moments of his teeth connecting. The lands were not claimed, but Kierkegaard did not see this as an issue. He was territorial over a piece of land that did not belong to him, but he was confident that he could force the white-furred male out.
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ghosts - by Kierkegaard - November 04, 2014, 04:53 PM
RE: ghosts - by Silvermane - November 05, 2014, 06:33 AM
RE: ghosts - by Kierkegaard - November 16, 2014, 02:27 AM
RE: ghosts - by Silvermane - November 19, 2014, 10:16 AM
RE: ghosts - by Kierkegaard - December 26, 2014, 02:21 AM