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Tamaril
Nov 6, 2007 18:05:42 GMT -5
Post by aleeria on Nov 6, 2007 18:05:42 GMT -5
ooc; I have never heard of one single wolf killing four deer, especially since deer are really hard to catch, and if two ran away...Wouldn't they have escaped the wolf already? They are super fast, and I'm sure it takes a pack to take down one deer sometimes, so four all alone? It's your choice, though it does seem like your wolf has super speed and strength..
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Tamaril
Nov 7, 2007 13:09:24 GMT -5
Post by kesterall on Nov 7, 2007 13:09:24 GMT -5
OOC; He could have been lucky But just this once...
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Tamaril
Nov 7, 2007 16:49:04 GMT -5
Post by aleeria on Nov 7, 2007 16:49:04 GMT -5
ooc; Thats the problem Kest. It can be 'lucky' but thats just way too unlikely. I'm not asking you to change it, because it's your choice.
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Tamaril
Nov 8, 2007 11:48:18 GMT -5
Post by kesterall on Nov 8, 2007 11:48:18 GMT -5
ooc; -shrugs- well lets just let it lie and we can see if Pythia/Archaic will allow it.
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Tamaril
Dec 26, 2007 17:17:30 GMT -5
Post by kesterall on Dec 26, 2007 17:17:30 GMT -5
OOC: I am quitting guys, here is my final RP posteh... BIC:
Avalanche felt anger burning inside her, more than she expected herself. She saw black and felt the anger fuelling her actions, pumping her along. She slowly bent down and raised her hackles. Growling, she bared her teeth at Fane. Her eyes locked onto his and she circled menacingly, she snapped at his heels, and with a mighty push leapt off the ground. Landing upon him she continued to growl sinking her teeth into his flesh. Stop It !!! A panicked voice said somewhere in her head. Scared by her actions she managed to push the anger away and sense flooded back to her. Avalanche released her grip on Fanes' head and slunk off into a shadowy spot.
She didn't feel like herself. Her breathing became a harsh panting as she looked at the astonished wolves around her, and at fanes bleeding skull. She whined in pain as a sudden tightness gripped her chest, her breast heaving and her legs shaking she fell to the floor with a dull thud. Her vision began to blur and her eyes wouldn't focus. She could tell she was sweating, and the tightness gripped her chest once more. I'm sorry fane... Her voice whispered. Then she was gone. Avalanche was no more...
OOC: Goodbye guys, [by the way she had a heart attack...]
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avu
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Tamaril
Apr 1, 2008 15:43:19 GMT -5
Post by avu on Apr 1, 2008 15:43:19 GMT -5
A tall, lone pine tree’s shadow fell over a dark canine figure. She paused, testing the air delicately, and stepped from behind the tree. A paw crunched into the soft, unbroken snow. The black she-wolf’s dark blue eyes flashed around her. A small whiffing sound emerged from her and suddenly she was alert. Her slender form stood straight up and her mouth, which had been open, her tongue lolling out peaceably, closed as her nose twitched.
Rabbit? Aria had not had anything to eat in two days…her eyes and nose guided her as she trotted quietly towards the place where the rabbit ought to be. There! A smallish snowshoe hare, its dark beady eyes unfocused, almost dreamy, as it munched on a strip of grass poking through the snow. If it had been possible, Aria might have smiled. She dropped into a tight, slinking position and locked her eyes on the rabbit…the thick, white fur rustled softly and Aria’s mouth watered in anticipation.
As she stepped forward lightly, a sudden black bolt dove at her. Aria whipped her head around, uttering a snarl as the crow yelled raucously and jabbed at her before zooming off again. The she-wolf glanced around and ground her teeth in frustration. The stupid crow—he’d scared off the rabbit! The bobbed tail was bouncing away from her, into a tunnel. Quite randomly, a small, light-legged, slender doe, her eyes dark and curious, stepped from the trees. Her nostrils flared as she stopped.
Aria blinked. This was quite a stupid deer…no doubt attracted by the commotion…she thought. Yes, she was young; but she was strong, and she was hungry. She could take down this doe…Aria fell back into the slinking position. The doe spotted the grass abandoned by the rabbit and hurried over; Aria thought, at a guess, that the doe hadn’t eaten in a while: Its ribs were sticking out and it had abandoned all caution.
“You’re mine,” she hissed, and lunged. Securing her jaws around the doe’s upper neck, she bit down and braced herself against the ground, tugging. The doe jerked away instinctively, and Aria’s teeth cut into her throat. For a moment, Aria felt pity—but then the doe gave a shuddering gasp and kicked, lunged, and then instinct took over. A minute later, a gleam of triumph was in Aria’s eyes as the black she-wolf eyed the fallen doe. Ah, now…a deer, that was something a young wolf such as she didn’t bring down every day. She licked her chops enthusiastically and began to eat.
Raising her head and burping, Aria glanced around, whiffing at the air once again: Not for food, this time. She could have sworn she smelled…another wolf? Could it be possible? She howled: A long, questioning howl that rose up, twining around the trees and bushes and drifting into the sky.
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Tamaril
Nov 5, 2008 21:47:10 GMT -5
Post by wowposter on Nov 5, 2008 21:47:10 GMT -5
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