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 Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 9:20 pm
 Deirdre padded along the snow-capped forest, her eyes half-closed but satisfied as she looked around at the bare trees. Her tongue flicked out, and she licked lazily at her bloodied muzzle as she walked, ears swiveling and alert for signs of pursuit. But if there was any, it wasn’t one she could hear, smell, or feel, so she continued on her way, the webbing between her toes keeping herself from falling into the snow. The prints her paws left on the cold terrain were soon covered by more flakes as a soft wind blew, but she did not shake with cold, as her pelt was dark enough to easily absorb what little warmth the sun offered.
If any she had known had seen her, the Varg certainly would have been surprised. It was clear to any who knew of her that she preferred sleeping to walking, or any sort of movement, really, unless absolutely necessary. And today had been one of those times. Struck with hunger, she had set forth from her resting spot under a bare tree, but there were few Lera because of the cold. Luckily, she had discovered a cache of food, and it contained the leftover meat of a felled Herla. From the amount of meat left, she could only assume that it only took a few Varg to kill it, and recently. It must have been caught in the ice for it to have been downed so easily, she thought for a brief moment as she gnawed on the hardened meat.
When she had had her fill, she returned it to its former location, covering it with snow as best as she could, so that if the original Varg that had taken it returned, it would take longer for him or her to realize she had robbed a fraction what was left of the Lera. She felt no guilt or shame for what she had done.
Soon, the forest she was in thinned, until only a few trees remained. Spotting the one she had left earlier that morning, she returned to it, dug herself a little den at the base, curled up, and prepared to sleep.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 1:32 pm
 Gladiator moved quietly over the land, only the sound of the soft crunch of snow was heard. He sighed and kept his eyes darting over the terrian, he was still learning how to survive on his own. It had only been 3 months since he had escaped from his 'masters', the thought of them set his adrenlin through the roof. Lad wished he could have ripped them apart, but that would have only caused his own demise. Shaking out his fur a little he felt the weight of his armor shift over his back. Sometimes he forgot that it was there, his armor seemed like a second skin to him now.
He noticed something, indents in the snow. Looked to be paw sized, smaller than his, but a dogs none the less. He sniffed at the gronud and started to follow the trail. But when he got there all he saw was a mound of snow. "What the?-" He questioned and sniffed the mound, there had to be something here.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 2:00 pm
Deridre hadn't been curled up long before snow settled over her. She didn’t have to worry about air, and now that she was protected on all sides from the wind, warmth drifted over her, and she could feel herself dozing off. Just as she was about to sleep, warm and full and as happy as she’d get, the light sound of paw steps reached her ears.
Her lips wrinkled slightly at the prospect of company, and she would have ignored the sounds completely in favor of a few hours’ rest if not for a particularly curious nose plodding at her mound. Sleeping was something she did often – so often that it was a wonder she didn’t grow unfit or fat off of it. But she wasn’t stupid, and although she’d dozed a few times in front of others, it was mainly to insult them, and only when she was sure she wouldn’t be attacked.
But whoever had come now was a stranger. The paw steps she did not recognize, nor the bit of scent wafting in from the dislodged portion of the mound that had fallen at a single touch. A stranger meant danger, and she shook herself free of the snow, bristling as she did so. She propelled herself forward and up, standing quickly, stopping just before she reached the Varg. She wasn’t looking for a fight, but she hoped her sudden actions would intimidate the stranger, or at least persuade him to distance himself from her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 2:31 pm
Snow lept up infront of his face and Gladiator lept backwards, landing on four strudy paws. A snarl crossed his muzzled and he let out a growl. Then he saw a black pelt pop out of the white snow, it was smaller than he was and figured it was a female. Gladiator lifted his tail and waited for the attack, but the femme looked more aggitatied than angry. He had ruined her nap. A smile crossed his muzzled and he relaxed a little seeing that she was no threat to him. He looked her over, making sureto take in ever detail and look for any injurieds. It was a force of habbit from his training.
"I am sorry, but there is no reason to hurt yourself trying to fight me." He told her and took a step back so they weren't so close. She had a necklace made of feathers and thought that maybe she was held by humans at one point also. Though that was unlikely. Lad sighed and looked around, wondering why she would pick this place to take a nap. It didn't seem safe, anyone could come and just step on her or kill her if they wanted.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2010 3:00 pm
Deridre, satisfied to see the male back away, sat down again, disregarding the bared fangs and warning snarl. She knew it was a sign of weakness to behave this way, that Varg who ignored provocations were ones who were submitting to the provoker and wished to avoid a fight. But she was still drowsy, and food was scarce this time of the year. What was she supposed to do? Waste her time and energy trying to seem more dominant to a Varg she would probably never meet again?
But despite what she thought, she couldn’t help but to give an irritated sneer when the male smiled, as if to mock her. “I could say the same to you,” she replied coldly. “Without the apology.”
She eyed the strange, shining blocks of metal that adorned him, now that he had stepped away far enough for her to do so without having to crane away. There were slabs on each of his legs, a good chunk on his back with protruding spikes, and a long, piercing horn on the piece that dominated his head. The thought of armor never occurred to her – she was content to have her thick hide and skin and was never in want for more. As a result, the plates protecting the male were nothing but foreign to her. She could see no use for them except to weigh the Varg down, although perhaps the leather holding it all up could prove useful during hard times. Still, she thought the loss of speed was not worth that small amount of food that decorated him and in all honestly, thought he looked completely ridiculous. Really, what was he trying to do? Become a porcupine? She snickered at the thought but didn't bother to hide it, nor her curious, taunting eyes.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 3:28 pm
He chuckled and sat back, "I did not mean to offend miss." He said but held his ground. This female did not scare him at all, she was only a quick warm up to what he had faced before. Gladiator saw her looking at him and guessed it was because of his armor. He understood her amusement with it, it was alien and not normal aronud here. Sure he had thought about taking it off but it was a second skin now and kept him safe. Lad needed all the help he could get. He smirked under his helmet and decided this female may actually be intresting to talk to for a while. "See domething you like?" He mused raising himself to his full hight. Gladiator's build was a little different than others, he was about 3 inches taller than most with pure lean muscle. He had to be if he were to fight other taht were larger than him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 5:00 pm
At the male’s response, Deirdre’s smile grew, although it didn’t become any less mocking. She had met too many cowardly Varg as of late, along with those who were short of temper. It was nice to meet another who could take her words in stride, and she wondered how long he could keep it up. Already, her former sour mood had dissipated, and it didn’t return with the male’s smirk.
“Of course,” she said sarcastically, but in a more playful manner than her previous response had been. “Although his name escapes me.”
She shook the quickly-falling snow that had already settled onto her again and waited, ears cocked, for his response, wondering if he would play the part of a gentleman and give it, or tell her that it was "polite for one give one's own name first." Something else, perhaps?
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2010 5:21 pm
He let out a breath and saw the air leave his lungs in a puff of white. Then he shook his head as if to shake away her words. She wanted to play a game of words? Well he would play and enjoy it too. Wise cracks were entertaining.
"Ha, well then where is he?" He asked glancing about, "He must have ran away from you, I wonder why." his tail wagged as his words dripped out of his mouth. He wanted to win this battle but if it got boring he wouldn't hesitate to give up. She would have to keep it intresting for him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 4:00 am
Idly, Deirdre wondered what the male felt, under both snow and metal. The flakes were falling faster now, but it was still not much of a problem for her thick winter pelt. Did the same apply to the Varg before her? Or did the armor hinder his natural ability to stay warm? Enforce it? Her curiosity was piqued, not because of the appearance or design, but because of its seemingly counter-productive purpose. All of the Man-made creations she had witnessed had had practical uses – the red flower acted as a second form of Fenris’ warmth, the pile of dead trees provided shelter, and even the thin, long blades of shining stone they waved around found use as an extended, albeit awkward, fang or claw – but what about the ones he wore? The horn could be used in a similar manner as a stag’s antlers, she presumed, but why use such a thing when a Varg had his own weapons? The whole thing could act as an outer shell, such as the crunchy exterior she had seen in beetles, but it only guarded a few locations, and it looked heavy. A Varg would have to be crazy, she thought, to be seen using so much energy carrying it around when it was uncertain when the next meal would be, especially in winter. So… why?
All this she thought in a instant, and although she didn’t lose her train of thought when the male replied, she pushed it aside for the time being. She snorted in response, as if surprised that he should even ask, and said “He must’ve had a sharp nose, for I recall him scenting the air shortly before you arrived and taking his leave. Seeing you now,” – here, she turned her head away, as if his mere presence was an insult to her nose – “I can see he made a wise decision.”
Suddenly, her smile began to fade. A wary eye grazed across the snow around her, which was piling faster than she would have liked. If she had been blanketed under it, warmed by her own body heat and comfortable, then it wouldn’t have worried her. But out and exposed, and unwilling to curl back lest the Kerl chose to bother her again – or worse, join her – she felt less than safe. She stood, taking a few steps to the side to make sure the snow wasn’t so soft she’d sink straight through. When it held, she padded across, heading for the more dense clumps of naked trees in hopes of finding a more suitable shelter. She shot a glance at the male – if he wanted to continue and was willing to follow, she was all for it, and in all honestly would rather prefer it, as it had been a while since she had found such amusement. But she wasn’t going to freeze to death for it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2010 6:37 am
He paied no attention to the response, but lifted his large paws to fillow her. Flicking his short tail as he sniffed the air, there were only a few other creatures aronud this time of winter. And they were normally alone, which made it fairly easy for him to find a meal. Tough he ate anything he could find, it was normal for him to eat bugs or plants. His master never fead him much so he needed to keep up his strength or else he would have been killed easily. Gladiator extended his stride, slowing his pace so be matched her smaller one. The snow crunched under his paws and he smiled slightly, loving that sound. He thought about her comment, about the male leaving, yet she wanted him to keep following her. This female was funny in the head he didn't mind, it was a nice change of pace for him.
"Why do you hide under the snow? Why not hide in a tree?" He questioned, that was what he did when he rested, the back was a good insluator and there was usually dead leaved to cover yourself with if yoyu needed more warmth. Then again he also had the thick red blanket that covered his back. He could keep warm almost anywhere with that blanket.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2010 12:00 am
Deirdre eyed the male, as if surprised that he should even ask. She peered at him closely as they walked through the snow, wondering if he was joking or actually serious. After a moment, she decided to reply, the curious look she had first given him returning.
“To keep warm. If you bury yourself in and let the snow cover you, then it makes a small cave, and your own heat will keep your warm. But you also have to make sure there’s a hole somewhere for you to breathe.” As she spoke, she looked round for a patch of lifted roots, a clump of fallen trees, anything, really, that would protect them from the harsh cold. Speech did little to distract her, else she would’ve stopped for the time being, and so she continued, wondering where this Varg had lived all his life if, at his age, he didn’t even know.
“As for a tree… even if you could find one that was more of an upright log than a tree, I doubt you’d want to stay in one. Unless you meant a shelter under a tree, I suppose...” Here she faded away, peering closely at something in the distance. Suddenly, a triumphant smile formed from her lips. “Because I’ve just found one.”
Without waiting for a response, she quickened her pace and went ahead, leading the way to den buried under the raised roots of a tree. She peered inside, taking a few inquisitive sniffs, expecting to hear a warning snarl or be snapped at by an inhabitant at any moment but, surprisingly, found it empty and uninhabited.
She crawled in and observed the walls of the tunnel almost reproachfully, as if blaming them for having been made large. She would have enjoyed seeing the Kerl try to squeeze in, but, alas. She supposed this was for the best. Going deeper, she could already feel her fur drying, the bit of snow still left on her back and shoulders beginning to melt. Eventually, the tunnel opened up into a wide, low-ceilinged room, and once she had reached it, she laid across the walls of the far side, reveling in the warmth and waiting for the male to catch up.
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