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 Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:17 pm
 Alone. Alone alone alone. That was all he seemed to be lately, and it chafed at him. After all, he was a handsome enough wolf, wasn't he? Strong and capable, certainly able to hunt and protect several mates, at least. Or so he reckoned. But so far, no luck. No female seemed willing to risk it with him.
His paws tread softly on the forest's soft earth. What he needed to find were she-wolves that needed him, that needed protection and provision. He was mulling this possibility when a flash of color amongst the cool greens and browns of the forest made him stop. Ears pricked curiously, he peered in the direction the color had disappeared. What had that been?
There was nothing gained by disregarding it, and nothing lost by investigating, he surmised. Thus he set off into the thicker underbrush, nose twitching, despite the wind blowing the wrong way. Whatever it was, it was sure to know he was coming. Ah well, couldn't be helped. He was a healthy male, he could run whatever it was down and find out what had been so very colorful amidst all this drab, if lush, forestland.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 7:24 am
The young wolfess paused as her eyes swiveled behind her, picking up the soft sound of movement amongst the thick foliage. Jenta's nose flared as she sniffed at the wind, finding out quickly that the one that drew near was a wolf. . . and male! Oh bother. This was not the best way to start out the day.
Ears folding back, the timid wolf quickly ran through her options. She could stay put and be caught by whatever stranger was near, she could run though she feared whatever was behind her might feel ever inclined to chase, or worse, attempt to hunt, or she could hide and hope for the best. The wind was working in her favor for now . . . . So if she could just find a good place. . .
Without much time to search, Jenta softly padded around some foliage before double backing and shoving herself underneath an ancient fir. Its branches were thick and lush, and she cuddled as close to the base of the tree as possible. Head lowered upon dirty paws, careful to keep her jangling, golden earrings silent, the colourful wolf hoped upon hope that whatever was behind her would move on. . . . Her green eyes watched the wolf closely from her hiding spot, and her body lay still as death. Let them pass, she thought, let them pass . . .
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 8:39 am
When he arrived at the general area where he supposed he'd last seen the flash of brightness, he nosed about until he found light tracks, small in size. Both the pawprints and the scent lingering on the grass and brush nearby told him what he had hoped it would. This was one of his own kind, and female! He gave his coat a delighted shake and set off to follow the tracks.
As he followed them, they hugged close to trees and shrubs and all kinds of foliage. Doggedly he followed them, nose hovering just above the prints so that he could continue to inhale her sweet fragrance. The branches and leaves brushed along his sides and back, as if stroking his lovely purple stripes, but he completely ignored them. His tail was swinging excitedly, his breath coming in pants. He rounded a corner and...
Came to a complete and utter end. He nearly tumbled nose over tail as he tried to halt his movement where the trail ended. Baffled, he glanced around, nose flaring. There was no more pawprints, no more tempting scent lingering on the leaves.... but there WAS something else. Lifting his nose, he turned his head back the way he'd come. Why, he was downwind of her now!
What a clever little thing she must be! His tongue lolled, but he stood perfectly still. If he was downwind, that meant she didn't know where he'd gone, and would apparently be hoping he gave up. So if he was just patient enough, his prize would emerge.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 9:10 am
 ((For reference! I always like images of the wolves in the thread and realize I'd forgotten to post it originally x3 ))
Jenta caught sight of pale paws as they shuffled past, and the tip of a just as pale muzzle and black nose. As the male passed, she held her breath and pushed further against the base of the try, fearing for her hiding place and, in a sense, her life. Whoever this stranger was, he might be danger. . . Jenta wasn't so young as to not know of territorial packland wolves ready to fight tooth and claw for their land; she also understood that loners could perhaps be the most dangerous of them all. They could give no sign of their agression, or no warning and where a pack wolf had a reason to be hostile a loner often had none. . . .
And so it was, the black and white rainbow wolf watched as the male passed and breathed a sigh of relief when he continued to follow her trail. Good. Let him come to a dead end and give up on the pursuit. There was no reason for him to follow her, no reason for him to need to find her out. Jenta was quite the shy femme, having lived alone for the majority of her life. Her trust didn't come swiftly and her fragile spirit often flickered like a candle in the wind when squared off with a stranger.
So Jenta waited. . . .and waited. . .and waited. Straining her ears, nose and gaze, she hoped to pick up some sign that the mystery wolf had gone. She only realized too late that now she could not see him, and he might still be out there. A few more moments , and finally, finally the wolf decided to move. Hearing and smelling nothing save the lingering scent of the male, Jenta made her move. Bit by bit, ears pinned, and belly close to the ground, she inched out of her hiding spot. Her green eyes searched around the nearby foliage for some sign. . . her muscles bunched, quite ready to run if need be or jerk back in to her hiding spot. Slowly, ever so slowly the wolfess snuck out from the under the tree.
He had to be gone. . . whoever he was . . .hadn't he? Maybe it was silly of her to have hid, but better be safe than sorry.
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 10:22 am
His ears remained canted behind himself, waiting for a sign or sound that she had emerged. He waited a long time. His legs were getting stiff, and his tail was drooping with the strain of being so absolutely still for so very long. Finally, his ears caught just the faintest rustling, fur against leaf instead of wind in the trees. He held his breath, listening just as hard as he could. Yes, there it was again!
Carefully, placing each paw with exacting care, he turned round and peeked around the corner the trail had led him. There, creeping out from a tree's sheltering branches some distance away, was the color he was seeking. Not just one color, either! Silently he marveled as the rainbow gracing her slender side. What a pretty little thing! Her actions though clearly spoke of deep fear and hesitation.
He mulled how best to do this, since she clearly was afraid to be found by him. Perhaps... perhaps he could bring her to him? But how? At a loss for any thought but one, he decided it was time to put it into effect.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, he imagined what it must feel like to be swiped by an enraged, full grown mother grizzly bear. Squeezing his eyes shut, he fleshed her out in his mind, stared into her beady eyes, and saw the paw of razor sharp claws swinging towards him. At the moment of imagined impact, he let loose a high-pitched and piercing yelp of pain, then flung himself out into full view of the fearful femme. Once he was airborne, however, he forced every muscle in his body to go limp.
He landed in plain view in a boneless heap and a rather loud thud. He let his breath grunt out, having no real option otherwise. His shoulders, one hip, and one paw that was twisted uncomfortably underneath him all hurt, but he kept himself limp and motionless, eyes closed. As an afterthought he let a soft whine escape with what little breath he had left, then lay completely still and silent.
Would it work?
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2008 8:14 am
Jenta froze as the yelp broke the silence of the day. Every muscle n her body tensed and she jolted back in to her hiding place, tangled by the embrace of pine. Tail tucked and ears squeezed tight against her ebony head, every part of the rainbow femme warred with one another - did she hide or run and what on earth had happened!? Her body begged to bolt, but the sight of the pale and swirled furred beast before her caused her to be wary; not only did she fear her bolt would draw undue attention to herself, but the good in her heart wouldn't allow her to flee. This wolf, lain out before her and still, might still be alive and in need of help.
Ooooh, but he was a stranger, and Jenta was unsure exactly what might befall her. Green eyes wide with fear, she glanced frantically around the underbrush, listening for the sound of some monster out to eat them. Was it another wolf, or a bear, or worst of all, a two-legged beast? Such creatures had caught her as a young pup, had trapped her and done strange things. They had kept her enslaved in a pen, had pierced her ears and attached golden jinglies to them; they had also strapped two studded bits of leather around her paws, one black, one white. She had stayed with them a good six months before finally making her escape. . . . And thus the female had fear instilled upon her. She had never found her original pack, and part of the wolfess doubted she'd ever see them again. Other pack animals refused her hospitality or treated her with unwelcome snarls, bites and overall hostility. So she had learned the art of stepping lightly, of avoiding others, and most of all, depending upon herself to survive. It wasn't easy, but the coy and timid wolfess did what had to be done.
This scenario was no different.
Nostrils flaring, she checked and rechecked, hoping to pick up some scent of beast. Strangely enough, she heard no movement in the underbrush and smelled nothing. . . not even upon the stranger. So what had happened? Her ears pricked momentarily as she stepped cautiously out of her hiding place. His whine had sounded quite pathetic, and yet it stirred maternal instinct within her. Shy as she was, Jenta wasn't heartless. Step by step, the young femme approached Merran, tail still curled tight underneath her belly. Nostrils flaring, she picked her way as close as she dared at the fallen figure, hoping to catch the scent of beast or blood upon him. Currently, she smelled neither, which only further confused her.
So what had happened?
A soft whimper broke from her throat as she stepped one small step closer. "Sir. . . " She choked softly, fear and concern lacing her small voice. "Sir, are you all right?" Green eyes flicked from him to the surrounding shadows, even more terrified by this scentless nightmare. Unless. . . Unless this in itself was some sort of trap. Throat dry, Jenta retreated a step, ducking away as she began to pace. Did she stay or did she go? What was out there that threw this swirled wolf to the ground and yet left no marks (that she could see), no blood, or no trace?
What on earth was this world coming to!?
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