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@Savannah
The man moved through to follow the herds, more than happy to familiarise himself with the lay of the territory and the hunting opportunities that may pose to him. The snow crunched underfoot, announcing his arrival to any who may be close to him. It didn’t bother him, though, because he wasn’t trying to be sneaky today. Today was about exploration.
His eyes watched the herd of elk, grazing in the near distance. He wouldn’t hunt today but only observe. For now, he had no priorities and no qualms and could rest easy for a bit. Hus tail hung relaxed but his ears showed his alertness. Never would he be caught off guard.
This is why the figure he spotted, passing on her own course, caught his attention. His head turned to them, trying to make out who they are and what they may be up to.
Where they, too, interested in the herd? And if so, where there others?
A defensive line of fur ran up along his spine, eyes watching the figure and their movement like a hawk.
His eyes watched the herd of elk, grazing in the near distance. He wouldn’t hunt today but only observe. For now, he had no priorities and no qualms and could rest easy for a bit. Hus tail hung relaxed but his ears showed his alertness. Never would he be caught off guard.
This is why the figure he spotted, passing on her own course, caught his attention. His head turned to them, trying to make out who they are and what they may be up to.
Where they, too, interested in the herd? And if so, where there others?
A defensive line of fur ran up along his spine, eyes watching the figure and their movement like a hawk.
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November 27, 2018, 06:01 PM
No. She too, would not be hunting. There was nothing to hunt - the elk were far too big, too strong. The youngsters that had been birthed now sported the earthen tones and stood nearly the same height as their predecessors, their parents, their leaders. If she had been hunting, if there had been a weakened or it had been an earlier season, she would not have been walking in plain sight. The fur on her back would not have been relaxed, her ears would not have been backward. In fact, she wasn't sure why they seemed spooked; surely, they were aware that she was no threat to them alone. Remaining a safe distance away, Savannah couldn't help but feel strangely at peace watching the herd. Hell, she could even curl up, take a nap and snooze until they moved on. But eventually, once they did, she would follow. She had been following them for this long.
Eventually, one would drop, one would grow too old or too weak; the earth would welcome them and her stomach would too. It was autumn, and as she watched them use their hooves to clear the accumulated snow, she was well aware that their food source would eventually diminish in the area. They would move on, and so would she. They were her eyes and ears, and despite them not liking her presence which was expected, they didn't seem to really care too much. She was alone, she couldn't hurt them alone. So of course, this was why when they started to snort loudly in alarm, she too raised her head. Perhaps a bobcat, a mountain lion or something else had spooked them. At first, she didn't realize it was one of her own kind that had caught their attention until the scent wafted into her nostrils. Ah - she wasn't alone any longer.
That was why.
Blinking slowly, Savannah finally located whoever it was and how in the hell had she not noticed them a few yards away, behind her? Being a few yards between the elk herd and the male, directly in the middle between the two, she turned around and started to trot towards whoever it was, tail waving behind her slowly. Once she was close enough, she released a bark. Not exactly a greeting, but one that would surely capture their attention. Unless they were deaf - that too, was a possibility.
Eventually, one would drop, one would grow too old or too weak; the earth would welcome them and her stomach would too. It was autumn, and as she watched them use their hooves to clear the accumulated snow, she was well aware that their food source would eventually diminish in the area. They would move on, and so would she. They were her eyes and ears, and despite them not liking her presence which was expected, they didn't seem to really care too much. She was alone, she couldn't hurt them alone. So of course, this was why when they started to snort loudly in alarm, she too raised her head. Perhaps a bobcat, a mountain lion or something else had spooked them. At first, she didn't realize it was one of her own kind that had caught their attention until the scent wafted into her nostrils. Ah - she wasn't alone any longer.
That was why.
Blinking slowly, Savannah finally located whoever it was and how in the hell had she not noticed them a few yards away, behind her? Being a few yards between the elk herd and the male, directly in the middle between the two, she turned around and started to trot towards whoever it was, tail waving behind her slowly. Once she was close enough, she released a bark. Not exactly a greeting, but one that would surely capture their attention. Unless they were deaf - that too, was a possibility.
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November 28, 2018, 01:52 PM
He watched her approach in a neutral fashion. If she was looking for talk, she wouldn't receive much; but perhaps she'd be ok with that. Her lithe form entranced him, allowing his eyes to wander her frame in marvel. She was beautiful, but he reminded himself that beauty could kill.
At first, she seemed surprised but recovered quickly. As she approached, his own tail wavered to show his acceptance of her presence but made no move towards her. His russet-hazel eyes looked to hers, studying her face at last. When she barked, he let a low sound emit, but nothing more. One could say her appearance made him speechless, however, it was just his ways. One false move, and whatever trance she held him in would snap and release the demon.
No.
He had to leave that part of him behind. He wanted to leave that part of him behind. Covered behind layers and layers of control and calmness that could only be shattered in one foul sweep, or slowly eroded over-time like a stoic rock. He had to stay careful, had to stay calm.
So he started again, smoothing down the fur along his body and relaxed, he even went as far as sitting back and slightly dipping his head, ears turned towards the woman as she closed the distance.
At first, she seemed surprised but recovered quickly. As she approached, his own tail wavered to show his acceptance of her presence but made no move towards her. His russet-hazel eyes looked to hers, studying her face at last. When she barked, he let a low sound emit, but nothing more. One could say her appearance made him speechless, however, it was just his ways. One false move, and whatever trance she held him in would snap and release the demon.
No.
He had to leave that part of him behind. He wanted to leave that part of him behind. Covered behind layers and layers of control and calmness that could only be shattered in one foul sweep, or slowly eroded over-time like a stoic rock. He had to stay careful, had to stay calm.
So he started again, smoothing down the fur along his body and relaxed, he even went as far as sitting back and slightly dipping his head, ears turned towards the woman as she closed the distance.
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November 28, 2018, 02:15 PM
As she got closer, she realized it was a male. Tall, able. Perhaps he had been looking for a hunt; whatever it was, she supposed she would find out sooner or later. Dipping her head in greeting, her own tail began to wave behind her gently. As he sat down, she visibly became more relaxed - offering such vulnerability despite still being able to stand up just as quickly was a universal sign that he too, was relaxed. "Good morning," She offered lightly - was it morning? She couldn't tell. It could've been the afternoon, too. She hoped to say that wouldn't nip her in the butt later.
( short tag @Derg )
( short tag @Derg )
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He offered a small smile and as a response that was followed up with a quizzical tilt of the head: who are you and what are you doing?
He settled more, trying to keep his butt off the freezing snow and still appear to not be uncomfortable. Again, he let his eyes study her without hesitation or regards for how she felt about his attention. He was selfish to himself, true, but who could pass up on a fine specimen such as the one before him?
Blinking slowly, he let his tail brush up the snow and returned his gaze to her eyes. Here was a puzzle, for now, they looked grey, almost blue. But could he really tell in the light? Then his mind drifted to her greeting, the thought coming back to assault his mind at the worst of times; where he had better things at hand. Was it night or day?
He looked up and watched lower, lighter clouds rush past, lower than the deep, heavy blanket that blocked the usual blue of the sky. It was dark, everywhere.
He dismissed the thought and returned to the woman, still trusting in her first impression; for she was yet to rip his throat from his skin. This let him trust her further and offered up his name, provided she was yet to ask for it. "Derg." The expression and tone should tell her if she didn't ask.
He settled more, trying to keep his butt off the freezing snow and still appear to not be uncomfortable. Again, he let his eyes study her without hesitation or regards for how she felt about his attention. He was selfish to himself, true, but who could pass up on a fine specimen such as the one before him?
Blinking slowly, he let his tail brush up the snow and returned his gaze to her eyes. Here was a puzzle, for now, they looked grey, almost blue. But could he really tell in the light? Then his mind drifted to her greeting, the thought coming back to assault his mind at the worst of times; where he had better things at hand. Was it night or day?
He looked up and watched lower, lighter clouds rush past, lower than the deep, heavy blanket that blocked the usual blue of the sky. It was dark, everywhere.
He dismissed the thought and returned to the woman, still trusting in her first impression; for she was yet to rip his throat from his skin. This let him trust her further and offered up his name, provided she was yet to ask for it. "Derg." The expression and tone should tell her if she didn't ask.
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