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Post by Abyss on Jan 24, 2022 2:56:29 GMT
 She had gotten lucky. Quite a few of them were out and about, hunting in the meadows. The rest were either passed out or on their way into sleep back home. And, thankfully, only one Ace had been present, watching out for trouble. It had been relatively easy to sneak off once their gaze had turned away. It wasn’t as if they would notice her anyway. She wasn’t worth keeping an eye on.
The beach was quiet, peaceful, save for the gentle sound of waves sliding up the shore and retreating back. The sun had already fallen from the sky, though still clung to the horizon in the distance, casting a rich and warm-toned light across the valley, shadows extending with each moment that passed. The sound was ever so faint, but the caws of gulls could be heard in the far distance, only adding to the serene aura that hung in the air.
Light golden sand crunched beneath small paws, one half of her body warm against the sunlight, while the other felt the chill lingering in the air. The only time of day that wasn’t blistering hot, she had discovered, and was thankful for. Pale blue eyes stared down at the grainy sands below, multi-colored tail hanging loosely behind her.
“Scram pest! Skunks aren’t allowed to eat with the wolves.”
Skunk. It wasn’t a great nickname, nor was it flattering to hear aloud. Thankfully the term was applied to her because of her striped tail rather than her scent. Though she was sure there were days when even that usage did apply. It was never the name-calling or the insult itself that got to her. They could call her whatever they wanted, their opinions didn’t matter. It was the look on their faces as they said it. That big wretched smile that crossed Ammet’s face as he insulted her, and that equally disgusting smirk that could be seen on Senna’s maw in agreement to his statement. Both as they turned away and chowed down on the fresh deer fawn, of course brought home by their mother, just to add even more salt to the wound.
Aren’t you supposed to feed and provide for all of your children…..or do you not even see me as that much?
She hated her family. She hated what all of them had. She hated their genetics. Their father’s strength had been passed on to Ammet, and their mother’s stealth and hunting talent had been passed on to Senna. Looks were all they had left worth while to give, given their shit personalities. She was one unique-looking individual, even she wouldn’t deny that. But her appearance would have been far better had she also gotten some of the talent to go with it.
“At least I’m the best looking child of the litter.” She smirked, and though she said it out loud to cheer herself up, she wasn’t convincing anyone, not even herself. Looks meant nothing if there was nothing else paired with them.
She lifted her chin slightly, eyes searching forward eagerly for that familiar place. That calming spot that she considered more of a home than her real home. The place where all she held dear was kept. Her stones, her shells, her feathers, all of her trinkets. Everything that truly made her feel…herself.
Just as those sun-warmed boulders came into sight, a sound caught her attention, her paws freezing in place. Almost instantaneously her body fell into defense, rear lowering towards the ground and large tufted ears flattening on her head. She didn’t see anyone yet, but someone was here. If someone from the pack caught her, what would they do? Would they drag her by her scruff or her tail back home? Would they just report her for sneaking off and get her confined to some random dark and empty den? Or would they see opportunity and kill her off? Oddly enough, none of these thoughts were as frightening as the thought of them finding her real home, all of her possessions…
“Who's there?!” She growled the words, though she was sure she didn’t appear super scary. In her defense, her mane and the fur along her spine did spike upwards a tad; perhaps that would make her look even remotely bigger. But it may be better to wait until she saw who she was facing.
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Post by Jay on Jan 29, 2022 20:31:23 GMT
[googlefont=Maven Pro:400,700,900] louder than bombs i break The dry sand that seeped between her toes with each step was a new sensation, one she wasn’t entirely sure she enjoyed or hated. The sand clung to the feathery fur of her ankles and tail, giving her paws a cushion that also had her stumbling every few feet. An endless body of water off to the side rang rhythmically in her ears, captivating her with every wave that crashed onto the shore. Seabirds called in the distance — sounds that she had never heard before. It was a new environment for Eden, and she would have considered slowing down to bask in the scenery, but she was occupied by a more pressing matter: she was in pack territory. She lost track of how long she had been within the borders, but her body tensed at the sheer fact that nobody had come to confront or escort her yet. Eden had no business being here, so despite her welcoming surroundings, she was intent on leaving as quickly as possible.
As she attempted to pick up the pace, she slipped and ate sand. “Dammit,” she cursed, holding her breath so as to not inhale it she forced a cough to rid her mouth of the awful grainy texture and taste. She certainly was not cut out for sandy places; the ocean breeze was as intoxicating as it was briny and she was beginning to miss the fresh open air of… literally anywhere else. Around her, she had noticed the environment shift to someplace rocky, as boulders of all sizes lined the area. As she regained to posture, an alarmed voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Who’s there?!” Had they meant Eden? She wasn’t about to stick around to find out but movement in her peripheral vision made her pause and stumble again. She whipped her head towards the figure only to see… another girl, around her age; one much taller and in better physical health. The girl was in defense mode, prompting Eden to reflexively copy her.
Her ire had been sparkled; her heartbeat accelerated as her veins pumped. It was a sickening feeling. “Quit yelling!” she snarled, though her volume was probably louder than the other’s. Her incisors peaked from beneath her lip as a scowl deepened on her face. The scent of pack permeated her nose. Great. Just what she needed: someone catching her. She knew it was inevitable but she did not want to face the consequences. Another little rumble formed in her throat as she sharply eyed the girl a short distance away. “You gonna… run off and... tell your p-pack about me now?” she asked through clenched teeth, forcing her voice to project a bit so that she could filter her stutter. |
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Post by Abyss on Feb 8, 2022 3:16:38 GMT
The wolf that her eyes landed on was not who she had expected at all. They weren’t one of the adults, or Artemis, or…..even a Sanzin. Who was this? It was another girl, one smaller than herself and so much skinnier. Fable wasn’t exactly in the best shape when it came to food, for she wasn’t fed great. But compared to this other she-wolf, she probably looked healthy. Strange to think that she could ever be seen as such.
The other took up a similar defensive position as her own, the two strangers suddenly having a stand-off. It didn’t take long for the other to speak, but it was more of a snap than it was a yell.
‘Quit yelling’?
Her more defensive expression turned into a scowl, almost of disbelief. “You’re the one who is yelling! Shut up!” Her voice raised, matching the other’s own. Now they were both yelling. Great. Just what she needed.
There was something off about this other wolf, besides the fact that she was a non-Sanzin inside of an area that, in this particular spot, was Sanzin territory. Something about her was just very off-putting, and she couldn’t quite place it. She didn’t really smell like other wolves, so maybe she wasn’t in a pack. And her thin frame and tiny size would suggest that she ate even worse than Fable did, if at all. Was this just a regular loner? But she was small; was she a pup? No, she didn’t quite look like a pup. Something about her face just didn’t feel pup-like. How old was she? And why was she here of all places? Who would willingly come to this territory? I’d much rather be leaving it.
She spoke again, and a momentary flash of confusion crossed her face. “What? Tell my-?” She shook her head, confusion fading and going back to a scowl, voice tinged with a slight growl. “No, why would I? I don’t want to be caught either, ” she said it so casually and with a defensive tone, though she didn’t consider that that idea coming from a wolf like herself probably seemed weird. Wait, could the other girl tell that she was from a pack? How? Her scent, probably. Should have guessed.
A thought popped into her head, and her expression shifted just slightly, almost looking smug. Water-blue eyes looked the other up and down, almost intentionally making it obvious, before she spoke again, the tiniest of smirks crossing her maw.
“Besides, you don’t exactly look like a threat they should care about.”
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Post by Jay on Feb 13, 2022 23:10:55 GMT
[googlefont=Maven Pro:400,700,900] louder than bombs i break “You’re the one who is yelling! Shut up!” snapped the girl, eliciting another growl from Eden. How counterintuitive they were being—the thought bounced around uselessly in her frenzied brain—but she paid it no mind as anger welled up into her small body, her massive fluffy ears flattening as the wispy fur along her back prickled with unease. She continued to study the girl's face as she cycled through emotions, noticing the flash of confusion. She answered her question: no, she wasn’t. Eden's head tilted to the side. Did she recognize her red insignia? Did she understand the contract? Nevertheless, Eden was skeptical. Was she lying? But for what reason would she have to lie? Especially since she seemed so riled up. And get caught? Doing what? Questions flooded her mind as confusion took over, anger receding as her mind became entangled with questions.
“Get… caught? For what? By who? Your… pack? In your… own… territory?” Eden struggled to get the words out, fighting muscle memory that dared her to trip over her words. The task was frustrating, exhausting, but she inhaled slowly to temper herself, even if her tone still sounded short and snappy. Was this girl simply making excuses? Why was she even here, hiding? Someone would only say that if they felt they were in danger, at least from Eden’s experience. Why would she be in danger in her territory? And with her pack, no less? Weren’t packs supposed to look out for one another? The thoughts and questions that circulated her mind began to irk her again as she conjured up accusations. This girl had to be exaggerating. Eden's lip curled, small teeth shining, but before she could remark, the other girl spoke. “Besides, you don’t exactly look like a threat they should care about.”
Eden’s dark eyes narrowed further, but it wasn’t like she had the grounds to refute her observation. Her wording, though, gave her pause. They. Not her? This girl had seen her first. Shouldn’t she be the one to 'take care of' Eden? Contents of the contract aside; she was blatantly trespassing without any reason to. “They? Why don't you? You saw me first. Shouldn’t… shouldn’t you contribute to y-your pack?” Her tone was pointed but she asked genuine questions. “Why are you here?” an ironic question. “Are you… hiding?” |
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Post by Abyss on Mar 31, 2022 1:48:10 GMT
Exactly what she had expected was what had came. She had confused the other, sort of unintentionally, and it was shown in a clear display on her face. It was understandable how an outsider wouldn’t understand. Fable was a member of a pack, you would think that she would want to be near said pack, or that she would defend its territory, or that she would have no reason to hide from them. Fable hadn’t done anything. Other than be born, anyway. That in itself was a burden she had to live with.
“It’s none of your business!” She growled, almost amused by the fact that this other wolf was having trouble speaking. It was kinda funny, but funny didn’t overpower irritation.
She wasn’t entirely sure what to do from that point. She wanted to get back to what she was doing, but the last thing she needed was some stranger following her. If this random wolf found her hideout and stole her stuff, she wouldn’t even know if she would be upset, angry, or lost. Probably all of the above. She wanted to go, but she couldn’t just let this wolf see where she was going. She had to get rid of her, or chase her off, or scare her off, or something. Not for the sake of the pack or the territory line, but for her own sake.
And then came a question she hadn’t quite been ready for. Why was she not the one taking care of this stranger? The why was simple in her own head, but she knew it wouldn’t be as clear to the other. Did she care? Not particularly.
“I couldn’t care less who walks into this territory. And it isn’t my job to defend the borders or chase off people who don’t belong here.” She huffed through her nose, glancing away for just a moment. “I have my reasons for being here.”
But her blue eyes turned back to the other small wolf, narrowing in suspicion.
“Even if I won’t chase you out, the more important question is why are you here? Looking for a beach to die on? Cause unless you enjoy saltwater, you aren’t going to find anything worthwhile here.” In truth, this other wolf didn’t really look healthy. Whether that be from dehydration or starvation was unknown, but those were things that practically everybody was dealing with. In more recent times Fable had come to know the taste of saltwater quite well, once Artemis had pretty much told everyone that as long as they had the ocean water they would be fine. Which she wasn’t really wrong, but it was debatable as to if saltwater actually quenched any sort of thirst. Still, something was better than nothing. And if this loner was looking for that small something, hopefully she would go to some other part of the beach to find it.
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Post by Jay on Jun 7, 2022 7:02:22 GMT
[googlefont=Maven Pro:400,700,900] louder than bombs i break The girl in front of her said that she couldn’t care less who walks into this territory. The more she talked the more she confused Eden, who stood there with prickled fur and a small face scrunched up in frustration and bewilderment. She had never met someone as unorthodox as this, and while she seemed not to pose an immediate threat, she didn’t trust her as far as she could throw her. This area certainly gave her the heebie-jeebies, however. There was a certain unidentifiable undertone in the air that made her hackles rise even higher, making her practically identical to a tiny porcupine.
This girl had her reasons for being here apparently, prompting a scoff from Eden, who just had to wordlessly point out the obviousness of her statement. In the back of her mind, she realized how hypocritical it would make her seem, but she couldn’t care less. She had her own reasons for being here too, even if they may not be recognized by this other girl. Not like Eden gave a flying hoof about what she thought, anyway.
It was as if the tan girl read her mind. Why are you here? Eden seized up, rather noticeably, and she didn’t have an immediate answer despite her reaching thoughts. She stood there gaping for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts and verbalize them, but the pressure and anxiety of being on pack turf and having been caught by a member of this pack (even if she admitted she wouldn’t rat her out, it wasn’t like Eden was so willing to trust words) was hindering her.
“My own reasons,” she muttered, without trying to form a coherent sentence or put in an effort to push past the nerves that were scrambling her brain. After a moment she realized she just mirrored the girl’s words back to her which… sufficed. In reality, despite what she thought, she was lost. She had no business being on this beach, but she was overtaken by curiosity and now regretted it. Like hell she was going to admit that though. She would rather be dragged out by the waves than acknowledge that she was helpless, but the circumstances were different. That would be her normal response should she not be in pack territory, but she was not so stupid as to spend any longer here than she already had.
But a beach to die on? The connotation of her taunt distracted Eden the more she mulled over it, and it had her blood silently boiling. She wasn’t even sure what exactly a “beach” was but quickly chalked it up to this location. Her ears flattened against her head even further, if that was possible. “As if. I-I don’t… plan to die… anytime soon,” she said through clenched teeth. It was entirely the truth; as long as she still drew breath not a single thing would prevent her from seeing the next dawn. Even if the evidence was blatant in the way her eyes shined with a renewed fierceness—a complete contrast against the deteriorating condition of her body—she wasn’t going to stand idly and allow this girl to believe she had the upper hand. Not that she herself had it, but she had to cushion her pride. “Don’t… project.”
“But I-I found you—” she continued after a pause. There was a hard emphasis on ‘you’ out of her control, but she was beginning to get a grasp on her irregular speech. Eden was oblivious to the implications of her words; not meaning to sound insulting necessarily, but simply that she had the girl regardless. “What are your… reasons?" |
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