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 Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 10:35 am
 The winter had been quite lean. Slim pickings. Water too cold. Made fish hard to eat.
Despite her picky tastes, she had been forced to eat things she didn't wish to, despite her wants, merely to survive. Her skin hung loosely off her boney body, as it usually did, but weight was already coming back to her, thanks to the warmer waters and steady supply of slippery, scaly fish she had found.
Even now, she sat, a large trout clutched firmly between her forepaws. It thrashed uselessly as she gnawed it from the back end, first, taking some primitive delight in how it's fate was literally in her paws as she slowly destroyed it. Not that she was always so ruthless or power hungry, but she couldn't deny the feeling as it came.
She licked her lips, drool and scales had built up around the edges, doing her best to clear it. A soft breeze shifted through the terrain, whisking splashes of the river towards her as it shifted the limbs of the trees overhead. The feathers pinned to her ear danced beside her face and she, out of sheer amusement, kicked her back leg a few times, causing the beads to rattle.
"Delicious~"
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 1:15 pm
 From the way the spring danced in the trees, the lone wolf wandered almost jovially by himself through the dense forests, his nimble dark red paws treading lightly, so as not to jangle his metal bangles, fitted during a time that he had been the pet of a human. He did not remember this time, years of episodes of amnesia losing the memory to his recollection, but he knew he had not given himself such shiny objects, and knew very few animals could, so his only deduction was that humans, at some time or another, had taken it upon themselves to adorn him in their finery, and make him a creature of impression.
As a soft breeze blew to his nostrils, the scent of water drifted to him, and his jaws opened to reveal a thick black tongue and pink tinged teeth. Black eyes looked about him, and in his vision a black shadow shuddered back and forth, juttery movements almost grotesque in their movements. It disappeared between the trees, glowing yellow eyes beckoning their charge. The pale Seer decided it worthwhile to follow his God, and so, quickened his step, and made his way quickly over the ground. The river presented itself quickly, its fast waters producing a fresh, cold wind, and the scent of new fish appealed to the male's nose. He had tasted fish but once before in his life, and, stood as he was, decided a second venture may be in order. His eyes skirted the length of the river, and spied, not too far from his entrance upon the scene, a wasted, frail looking beast, gorging itself upon the flesh of a trout.
A leering growl escaped his chest, and he lowered his head and raised his tail, hackles rising impressively as the longer fur down his spine rose. He took quick, decisive steps forward and, before the female could protest, snapped at her paws and face and stole the fish from her grasp, showing his expansive side to her and keeping his eyes on her's in challenge. Her markings were pretty, and if she weren't so mangy, he may have collected her, but he refrained, instead settling himself down with his easy meal, watching her from a little distance. Her colouration reminded him of the fast little creature that zipped up and down the length of the rivers and hid in holes smaller then his paw in the banks. She was pretty, if disgustingly thin and frail looking.
The flesh of the fish was sweet, and he ate his fill quickly, the half of fish left not really satisfying his large frame. What was left of the fish, a meager amount of flesh and the largest of the bones, was left on the bank where he had lain and he shook his head, scales flying as well as saliva and blood. He finally approached the female, giving her his attention. Through all of this, he had said nothing, and meant to continue to say little. She was smaller then he, but that was not difficult; Kza was a large beast, well muscled, and strong from time within human control. His nose was still keen, however, and he stood over the female, ascerting his dominance, despite not really requiring to. She was no packmate, nor was she a true challenger. She was, however, another wolf, and to Kza, the Bone Collector, it was important to show that all wolves were beneath you.
His nose touched her face, and breathed her water-logged scent. A wolf that stayed close to the river, interesting. She had scent of age, and time spent with her own self as company. A slight insanity maybe? Who was to say, he himself could be no judge of who was fit and well, for his own mind was frayed and disturbed. The vision of the Black Spirit of the Death Wolf was a constant friend to him, and he would never deny the beast his ear and his paw.
"Speak your name, Vagabond. You are in the presence of one that speaks to Death himself, and you are not far from his fanged grasp, by my spy of your frame."
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Posted: Wed Jul 07, 2010 2:12 pm
She munched rather contently on the back end of the fish, paying little attention to her surroundings. The magpie was near, the little, winged beast was haunting the treetops, calling now and again almost dejectedly as he watched her gnaw on the pathetic, unfortunate fish.
His beady eyes snapped to attention as something approached. Another wolf, one that frightened the usually seemingly fearless bird. He was adorned with a skull and human things, not like his mistress and friend was adorned, no, this was far different. He flapped his wings and let out a few, loud squawks, landing in a rather undignified manner beside Fish Eater. Despite his efforts and, before she had time to react, her kill was stolen from her. He was too strong for her, she knew this the moment she locked eyes with him. There was something different, strange, other than the fact that he covered himself in such odd items, items she was almost instantly drawn to.
She stood where she was, watching in silent annoyance as he finished her hard earned kill. Her stomach rumbled in protest, but there was little to nothing she could do about it.
As he finished and approached, her scrawny frame stiffened and she nearly held her breath, her breathing was so shallow. He had a strange scent around him, a death scent, and it made her uncomfortable.
"Shiny things you are having! This one is liking, being very nice, very interesting. This one is eating fish, Fish Eater. Not nearing death~ Too many stories, too many shinies living in this ones mind." She chuckled, as if fear did not play at her heart, though it did.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 2:09 am
 Kza sniffed at the creature before him a little longer, scenting the fish that she seemed to be named for eating. He could sense the fishy preference on her very being, and a soft, snarling smirk crossed his features, lip pushed up further by the large fangs that protruded his top lip. He circled her, slapping at her with his lashing tail a moment or two, before returning to her fore, staring her down with pupil-less black eyes.
"Fish Eater you certainly are. You wreak of it, and show your weakness through the flesh. Hard to catch in winter, aren't they, the watery prey that few bother with." Kza's head tilted a little, and his lip pushed up further in a menacing grin. "You like bones and metal, feathers and cloth? A curse to those that are touched by man, and who has his filthy fingers play over his spine. The Black Wolf does not approve, but yet He came to me, to help me... remedy... my situation. To devote myself to him." Kza's eyes seemed to look over the head of the kingfisher coloured wolf a moment, then return to challenging her reserve by staring directly into her eyes and at her face.
"The Fish Eater is a story teller? Perhaps we are not so different, though one fairs better then t'other." His ears laid back as he let out a barking laugh, growling disturbance bubbling through the sound. "Not so different, no... You tell your stories, and I spread the truth; but is it not said that storytellers spread the truth through their cleverly weaved lies. Perhaps it is so. Tell me, what of your stories? Tales of grandeur, or perhaps solely mundane tales of travels and wolves met?" The pale beast sat himself, black eyes still locked, unblinking, on the female's own. His snarling grin did not falter, and his boned helm twitched only the slightest with his speech.
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