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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 4:44 pm
--- Where would she go? The thought flitted briefly through the wolf's mind as she ended her freshly-caught meal, the last she was sure that she'd have in this den. Scratched into the dirt were too many feelings, too many bad memories. Though what were memories but bad? Still, the thought of where she would go still crossed through head. Then Necrala gave a snort.
--- Anywhere! Everywhere! Through the trees, around the bend, along the river. To the sea, far up on the mountains, anywhere! All that would matter was that she was away, away from HIM.
--- Licking the blood off her maw the female lifted herself and slunk out of the den and into the rain, thankful for it today of all days. It would cover her trail, and, if she was lucky enough, Musketeer may end up drowning in it while staring up at the sky, the daft thing. The femme winced, why had she thought of him? Of all times?
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 5:03 pm
 He had thought with his pups safe in the pack, loved and accepted he would be content. With Crunch, Twix, Gracia, Butterfinger...all of them so loving and open to his little family, and yet he felt hollow inside. He had made a fresh catch and as always all he could think of was Necrala curled up in the den...alone, perhaps cold with the rain beating down. He took up the fat hare in his mouth and headed to the den.
Surprise surprise, he dropped the kill and sniffed with care. She was off...running though he had warned her it would be useless. He would never allow his children to be abandoned by their mother, no matter what calibur of mother she may be. He followed his keen nose separating the scents of mud, rain, blood. He would follow her, because he had to...because he loved her.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 5:15 pm
--- And it was true she was running. To any wolf that saw would say it was border-lining being frantically slow. Through the rain and the muck, through the trees and the bushes the female ran as though the devil herself were at her heels. Had she had known a wolf with the expertise in hunting and tracking that only one she knew had, she would've run just a bit faster.
--- Yet the racing cadaver was far too smug to think of such things, she thought only of the soft clouds of steam that emitted from her maw as she panted, the delightful throb of her legs as they smacked against the moist dirt and her (now more receded after pregnancy)belly swaying back and forth lightly to her lunging stride. Necrala thought nothing of the pawsteps she created as she moved across the muddy ground, only the thought of putting distance between her and the life that had ruined her.
--- She only thought of freedom.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2008 7:47 am
Musketeer tried not to think while he tracked, it was a simple thing for him she had not worked overly hard in hiding herself and after running for only a short while the trail became clearer and clearer to him. Muddy prints marked out perfectly where the femme was, and he was very close to her for the scent had not been washed away by the rain. She must have only left a few moments before he had come, come with his heart open, bringing her food, wanting to show her love. He frowned at that thought. Why won't she let herself be loved?
The silver wolf streaked through the forest with muscles naturally toned and honed to further good use by hunting for the pack. Musketeer was easygoing and charming, but his nose and his long powerful legs made him a dangerous tracker. He wasn't certain what he would do or say when he reached her, but he was determined to keep his temper. Something inside him welled up a silent snarl, he wanted to grab her neck and drag her back to the pack, he wanted to force her to be a good mother, if only for his children. Yet the love he bore for Necrala would never allow him to do such a thing to her no matter how much he wanted his children to feel happy, safe, and loved.
His ears perked and slowed down silently he moved now for her scent was strong, she was only a few paces ahead of him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 12:04 pm
--- Her paws ached, but it was a good aching, the swell and throb of release and the relief of freedom coming towards her. She had traveled far, mood high and breezy(for once) at the thought of starting anew. A life of solitude was the kind she desired most, free from judgment and any sort of 'love' sadistic things tried to push upon her.
Already the femme was making plans for another den, a small, secluded one. Perhaps on the side of a mountain, the tough side bracing her against the wind and perilous cliffs and rocks deterring others from coming to visit. How positively cheery.
In her state she had run long and far, with only the brief view of the approaching mountains in the midst of the trees and pouring rain. For a moment Necrala paused to rest beneath the lurched bough of an oak, panting furiously and soaked to the bone.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 7:00 am
Slowly the silver male followed watching as she stopped to rest, he frowned at the state she was in, she looked dead tired and drenched. His eyes narrowed and he hesitated in going to disturb her, yet he knew he had to confront her, warn her, explain that he wouldn't allow her to abandon her children...their children. It stabbed at his heart that she was so willing and eager to leave.
He slipped forward the rain falling against his thick pelt and sleeking down the brand markings on his sides. He looked over his Necrala and frowned, "You'll catch your death like this..."
He feared the words would be drowned out by the sounds of mother nature.
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