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All Welcome  September 29, 2018, 07:06 PM
Artaax
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Artaax had no idea where to begin his search for his missing sister, but he saw no reason for something like that to stop him. He was blindly confident in his ability to accomplish anything and everything he set his mind to, so he didn't worry too much about not having any real leads. He would find her. Whether by the immensity of his tracking skills or by sheer dumb luck (which he would also somehow manage to credit to some sort of personal prowess), he would find Bat and he would bring her the hell home.

And just because I'm so nice and I feel like I should give him a leg up, he's going to start off by going in the completely wrong direction.

The feisripa sucked in a deep breath as he stood and scanned the slopes that surrounded him. There was a flock of something or other... geese or some other waterfowl... lazing about what looked to be a small lake in the distance, and he had spied a fox darting through the brush about an hour ago. Otherwise, the place seemed void of anything of interest to him. Hence the sigh, which preceeded his setting off again in the direction of the lake and the waterfowl. Bat hunting could wait an hour while he duck hunted.
October 06, 2018, 05:39 PM
Currituck
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Mirabelle has been gone for a while and Currituck isolates herself a little. She doesn’t have too many friends in IkKanattuk besides her and @Tahani. The days are getting colder and darker and the less time she has with other wolves, the more bored she becomes. For some reason, she remembers the chickens Mirabelle showed her and she knows not to mess with the chickens, per se, but she can still have a little food and maybe she can find a snack.
 
After a while, she finds herself way off base. Her head turns into the open field, water in the distance, and weird sounds she’s never heard before. Currituck turns her head to the left, and then the right, and very quickly behind her to make sure she doesn’t have anyone following after her, and begins to trot toward the lake, unaware of the pursuing predator and his prey.
October 18, 2018, 11:01 AM
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Annoyance gripped him as he came to realize he was no longer alone. Somewhere along the line, the friendly, social pup he had been had disappeared. More like ripped apart and its bloody pieces buried deep in the ground. The events of his life had lead him to trust no one but his own blood, and even they had their moments where they'd hinted to him that he ought not even trust them. Complete strangers more often than not proved themselves to either be a threat or simply not worth his time. So when he spotted the female crossing into his hunting path, he assumed she would be the latter at least, the former at worst.

Unfortunately for her, her mere presence was not going to put him off of his hunt. His ears pinned back as he neared her and a low, warning growl rumbled from his chest. It didn't occur to him that she might have no idea that she was intruding on his hunt. He just saw a fellow predator nearing prey he had claimed as his own (in his head), so he approached her as such. He didn't make any move towards violence yet - his only goal was to deter her. But still, his posture said "them's MY ducks, bitch" (again.. in his head).
October 19, 2018, 07:58 PM
Currituck
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Eventually, she hears the ducks and her large ears stand up straight and her attention causes her to stutter in her steps. Birds make things a little different. These aren’t Mirabelle’s chickens. These aren’t anybody’s chickens.
 
She doesn’t get too close, though, when an imposing white figure steps out of nowhere. At first, she doesn’t react. She’s used to big white wolves but all the ones she knows are friendly. She scarcely realizes the anger in his face. No one has ever really… been angry at her and her eyes go wide, uncertain what to do. He gets closer and she hears the growl, her stomach dropping all the way to her butt and very easily her legs buckle beneath her and she rolls over.
October 31, 2018, 11:43 AM
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Her reaction was nothing less than Artaax expected. He was a large, intimidating wolf and he knew very well how to handle himself in a fight. Only complete morons wouldn't bow down and grovel before him. He was glad to see this creature was not one of the morons, in spite of her previous mistake of attempting to steal his prey. He was still in the mood for a fight, but not when there was a hunt to be had. He preferred this minor nuisance to be dealt with quickly so he could get on with it.

The feisripa's growl abated as he stalked towards the female, but nothing otherwise changed in his aggressive display. He stopped beside her and snapped lightly in the direction of her throat, though he kept his teeth well away from making any actual contact with her skin. His eyes narrowed deeper as he glanced at her, and that was enough to satisfy him. His posture relaxed as he began to walk away from her, continuing towards the lake and allowing his mind to forget about her almost entirely. There was simply no way she would pursue him or his prey after all of that, was there? Not in his head.
November 02, 2018, 11:50 AM
Currituck
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Despite her drop to the ground, the wolf keeps coming. She lowers her head back and watches, uncertain what’s about to happen but her heart beats heavily out of her chest and she tries to shrink back as much as she can the closer he gets. The snapping of his teeth leave her frozen and she glares up at him, watching until he finally puts distance between them once more. Olive gaze holds his face for a moment, until he steps back and turns away, but Currituck does not linger. Fuck the lake. Fuck the chickens. Fuck this dude.
 
She quickly picks herself up on scrambling legs and darts away.

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November 02, 2018, 05:23 PM
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Artaax heard the girl scrambling to her feet and glanced backwards to see her dart away. He gave a derisive snort as he turned back and continued on his way, darkly amused by her anxiety. With a swish of his tail, he too abandoned the scene, intent on hunting down a snack before he continued to hunt down a sibling.