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Post by KaiNaium on Dec 21, 2011 15:36:01 GMT -5
She drove through the forest, leaving a scant trail of shallow pawprints in her wake. Her gait was quick and progress was silent, pine needles muffling her paws' contact with the ground. The air was crisp and wet with mid-morning dew, the sun not yet risen to dry the air. Her grey eyes were wide and smile lined her face. This was her.
She was a creature of speed and agility; flexibility and versitility; silent strength. The mountains were a place to explore and to build, just what she needed. Being accepted by Lyta as Cercaethor was an honor for her. It had been her dream since birth to lead. All that was left for her to do was do what she did best; fight for right.
The hill which she ran down began to level, and she decreased her pace. The land leveled out, and she trotted into a sunny meadow encircled by poppies. She stopped in the middle of the field, staring around at her surroundings. The towering evergreens could not compete with the surrounding mountains' height and beauty. But, what took her breath away at this moment was the purely the multitude of small, delicate flowers beneath her as the sun crept over the mountains' peaks and illuminated the blood-red flowers.
She felt as if her heart stopped.
"Wow..."
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Post by Accalia on Dec 21, 2011 16:12:15 GMT -5
Lyta yawned and stretched, the cool moss under her shifting as she buried her muzzle in it, wishing the light would go away. She was tired. Was it time to wake up? It probably was. Sigh. Lyta was not a morning wolf.
She hesitated, then reluctantly pulled herself out of bed and shook the bits of moss from her fur. Padding out of the cave, she lifted her nose to the air. She smiled. I smell Narra. She didn't know her Cercaethor that well yet, but the pack was still young. There was time.
She prowled through the poppies, pouncing on any shiver in the flowers that became apparent to her. Nothing. Not even a decent mouse for her to eat. Sigh. Why was prey never up in the mornings? Well, not in winter, anyway. Lyta missed being a cub. Back then her mother looked after her and she got to get up at noon. These days she had a pack to lead.
Hah. Barely a few days in a pack and already Lyta was getting world-weary about it. Was this a good sign? Possibly. Maybe not. She wasn't sure.
Coming in sight of the other wolf, Lyta straightened her shoulders and ceased her erratic wanderings and pounces. It would never do to let any other wolf know that beneath the dignified, fierce exterior, Lyta was a pretty crazy, absent-minded wolf. Her mother had always told her that all the best wolves were crazy, and she'd taken it to heart.
"Morning, Narra," called the little red wolf as she picked her way down the hill towards her Cercaethor. "How's things?"
(OOC: apologies. Fail post. My muse has gone poof recently. She does that. It'll be back within a week or so, promise.  ) |
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Post by KaiNaium on Dec 21, 2011 20:11:04 GMT -5
Her vision flicked up as another blotch of red entered her vision, Lyta; her leader. They were around the same age, by the looks of it, and were about the same size. She spotted muscles under her deeply red fur. Her claws were massive and stabbed fear through her heart. Sharp weapons were feared by all, regardless of rank of experience. She could not presently fathom the more indepth parts of Lyta. Like all strangers, she was an enigma. Her understanding of others was limited, as was her compassion for the ignorant. But no, this she-wolf wasn't ignorant. No one so young and accomplished could not be so ignorant as to be disgraced. For, and she beleived this strongly, all are somwhat ignorant.
Daintily making her way down the hill toward the sea of blood-flowers, she called to Narra, "Morning, Narra. How's things?"
"Interesting." She looked around her, at the plants she dubbed blood-flowers, solely in her mind, and the clearing around which they were scattered. "Shall we make a home here?" Habitually, she smiled her black smile.
Her black smile was possibly her most prized trait. But, she did not know of its existance, difference from others' smiles, the very macabre appearance of it, and/or the significance of the way it reflected the soul of her personality. It just was, without any effort required to produce it. Her black smile was the reason why many feared her and also why her puzzle peices remained apart to so many she had met, including her family.
The exception was Shairron. The exception was always Shairron.
:: haha, it's alright. we've all had our dryspells
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Post by Accalia on Dec 22, 2011 11:47:14 GMT -5
Lyta watched Narra carefully. She was aware of the other wolf's scrutiny and straightened under it, meeting her eyes and quirking one eyebrow lightly.
"Interesting," Narra answered her, and Lyta watched her look around and smile. "Shall we make a home here?"
Her black smile was more than a little unsettling, and something out of place in Lyta's quickly-formed understanding of the other wolf. She would admit it was possibly a fault that she judged other wolves so swiftly, but she found it difficult not to. She took Narra for a quiet, logical, dedicated wolf, exactly why she had given her the Cercaethor rank - but this smile was different. It was... she wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't what she knew of this wolf.
Lyta shivered imperceptibly.
"Interesting, are they?" Lyta asked. "Good. I like interesting. Interesting is fun."
"I think we shall, Narra." Lyta gave her own smile, a very different smile, or Lyta hoped it was. Lyta's smile was reserved and perhaps somewhat aloof, somewhat formal. She liked to think it was intelligent and pretty, but she wasn't sure about those last two - especially the latter. "After all, home is where the heart is, home is a place you love - and who could help love this red meadow?" Lyta's speech was whimsical and at risk of sounding poetic - it got that way when she was feeling... well, whimsical. Which was often.
She sat back on her haunches, wrapping her tail around her paws, just as a cat would sit. "And I think it'll be a fine home. Providing we can handle all the million and one things that probably need doing but I'm too sleepy to do right now..." Lyta yawned. "Oh, fangs and claws, I hate mornings."
OOC: quirking is a word. Honest. It is because I say so. AND MY MUSE IS STILL BEING EVIL  Well, the stupid distracting TV show my brother is playing might have something to do with it too. The evil villain is currently cloning himself and blasting things with a flame-thrower. This is distracting. |
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Post by KaiNaium on Dec 22, 2011 15:06:36 GMT -5
Lyta appeared momentarily unsettled, but the expression passed on quickly. Lyta smiled in return and replied, "Interesting are they?" Narra looked around at the blood-flowers again, then at the farther reaches of the clearing. She replied, "This whole place. It's all just," Her eyes sparkled, "Wow."
"Good. I like interesting. Interesting is fun."
She nodded, "I couldn't agree more." She smiled again, much less macabre. "Interesting is fun." In response to her second question, Lyta shot her a whimsical smile and a whimsical reply. "I think we shall, Narra."
She began her little speach with a flourish, "After all, home is where the heart is; home is a place you love. And who could help love this little red meadow?" She gazed around the aforementioned meadow, at the blood-flowers that covered its vast exspanse. Her mouth began to quirk up in a smile. "Well," she began, "it's fascinating to say the least."
:: haha! quirking is a word; spell check on this site just doesn't recognize the more... queer of words
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Post by Accalia on Dec 22, 2011 16:05:34 GMT -5
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Lyta grinned back. "It is fascinating," she replied. "It's definitely fascinating. I love this place. And it's great for hunting. I'm usually useless at hunting - prey sees me coming a mile off with this red coat," and as she said it she licked her shoulder fur self-consciously. She hated her fur. Yes, it was striking. Yes, it was unique. Yes, it looked very cool. But, fangs and claws, it was hopeless for hunting, or stealth.
The meadow changed that. The meadow helped her to feel a bit less like everything within ten miles could see her coming. Maybe if she'd grown up here she would have ended up a bit less of a firebrand fighter and a bit better of a breadwinner. Or maybe not. Maybe it was just in her nature.
"But here? Here I blend in," Lyta laughed. "Blood red. Possibly slightly macabre, but I love it. Shall we take a walk?"
She beckoned the Cercaethor with a twitch of her ear and slunk off through the poppies, paws soft and silent upon the soft ground. Her nose twitched, all the mixed subtleties of the Meadow's scents filling it at once. There was prey here. Yes, there was plenty here. It would make an excellent home.
Lyta flexed her claws deep into the ground, unsheathing the vicious weapons. The carpet of fallen petals on the ground tore underneath her step as she strained her senses for anything that would provide a good breakfast for the two young adults.
There! Her ears swivelled around to face the sound and Lyta ghosted through the flowers. "Shall we grab a little morning snack?" she asked Narra in a whisper.
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Post by KaiNaium on Dec 22, 2011 17:05:09 GMT -5
Her gaze continued to wander as Lyta spoke of her hunting troubles. Narra glanced up at Lyta as she babbled and the blaze of her red coat did not seem to lessen as the day wore on. She did, however hold the same bloodied hue in the filaments of her fur as the blood-flowers beneath her.
As far as hunting malfunctions went, Narra never encountered any. Her coat was a dark grey, and her hunting most often occurred at night. She actually considered herself pretty good at hunting, but she had always preferred a good fight. Hunting was an inevitable part of growing up by caring for yourself and yourself alone. Her 'family' and disintegrated within the first half year of her life. She and her brother had learned to care for themselves early on.
Lyta continued, "Here, I blend in." She laughed at the gesture to the blood-flowers. "Blood red. Possibly slightly macabre, but I love it." She smiled her black smile again, unwittingly making the following comment all the more frightening. "And nothing's wrong with macabre."
"Shall we take a walk?" Regardless, she trod away into the flowers. Suddenly driven by the hunt, she contorted into a crunched and lithe hunting pose and slid along after Lyta.
Lyta whispered to her as she sensed a creature nearby. "Shall we grab a little morning snack?" She solemnly nodded affirmation and awaited Lyta's attack. Meanwhile, she closed her eyes. Beneath her closed eyelids, her grey eyes had morphed into a vivacious violet. She expanded her senses to the clearing and the creatures around her. She sensed a small brush mouse near her, but passed over the presence because she couldn't consider it an acceptable breakfast. She continued to search for decently-sized meal, all the while focusing her senses on her hunt and her Majara.
:: I know where I wanna take this now  check your PMs
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Post by Forte on Dec 23, 2011 15:22:44 GMT -5
Yssu was half-woken by the voices of two wolves. The sound sounded loud enough that Narra and Lyta, two of the three wolves she had met recently, could have been inside the larger cave off of which the Circle's den branched, but their voices had a distant quality and were overlapped by outside sounds, like birdsong and rustling leaves, that convinced her they were a ways outside. Noises must be amplified by the caves, Yssu thought with a soft groan as she rolled onto her back and stretched in the nest of moss she had made herself. It was all flat and uncomfortable from holding her weight throughout her first night in the pack, and after a few minutes of lying still, she decided it wouldn't be worth it to try to go back to sleep. With another stretch, she stood and made her way quietly out of the cave, stepping quietly around Aaliyah, who was still asleep. Yssu blinked uncomfortably as she emerged into the much-brighter outer cave where currently only Narra slept. It was also much cooler out here and the white wolf woke up a bit more as the refreshing chilly morning air reached her sleep-stiff face. She yawned and exited the large cave too.
The first real view of her territory struck the young wolf: the morning sun was just rising and cast its golden light, streaked with the shadows of the trees that lined the meadow, on the blood-red poppies. Yssu had never seen it in daylight and now she realized that her home was beautiful. For the first time feelings of gratitude for having been chosen to one day rule this territory, quite unlike the honor she had felt when she had first been told, engulfed her and a smile broke over her face. Unlike the others she did not see the meadow's resemblance to blood. She saw only the glorious flowers and the life they brought to the meadow: the bees that flew from flower to flower, humming in a calming way; the birds, singing merrily, that swooped down every now and then to capture one of the insects. It was a truly lovely place and she would have liked to stay and admire it for a while, but, knowing that there would be plenty of opportunities to do so and that her packmates were nearby, she decided she to forego the admiring and follow the other two wolves. Hopefully she would get to know better her new packmates.
The white wolf couldn't help bounding across the meadow like a deer, rejoicing in having found a new family and home so different from the one into which she had been born. Her only regret was that her sister could not be here to share it all, but for now that knowledge could not dampen Yssu's spirits.
The trail of the two wolves was only a few minutes old, and she soon spotted them a ways away, still among the poppies. While she was happy to see them and eager to better acquaint herself with them, she recognized that they were both in a hunting pose and stopped while still a ways away. She also crouched down, until only her ears, eyes and horns were above the petals, aware that her snow-white coat was quite conspicuous against the bright red flowers. That would sure be a bad way to start out in this pack, scaring off the first prey her leaders tried to hunt. She would wait and watch their hunt before barging in on them.
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Post by wolfiewolf99 on Dec 24, 2011 9:47:49 GMT -5
Sky sits on a rock just inside the territory of this pack. The sun bounces of her sleek white pelt. She yawns and stretches her huge glimmering wings. Sky smells other wolves, and growls. A pack.. I should go say hi! She thinks. Sky trots through the long grass, felling it brush against my pelt, before breaking into a run and lifting off into the sky.
I search the ground for any wolves, and spot some. I fold my wings and go into a spiral dive, pulling up just before landing in front of two wolves. One was a bright red color, the other a deep gray with tabby markings of lighter gray. I fold my wings down against my body. "Hi!" she says in her cheerfull voice. Her eyes where a lightning yellow, signaling she was very ecxited. "I'm Sky!" She says. She is having trouble keeping her wings on her back, because of the blazing heat, it was like a big feathery blanket. Finnaly thhey got the better of her and sprang up, the sun reflecting off them. Her eyes turned orange, signaling she was embarresed. Sky blushes and pulls her wings back down, then sits down. Mabye I could join their pack. Sky thinks. That wouuld be fun! I wait for a reply.
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Post by Accalia on Dec 28, 2011 12:42:04 GMT -5
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Outwardly, Lyta smiled at Narra's comment. Inwardly, secretly, she shivered. Nothing wrong with macabre? She was... unsure, and slightly wary. She trusted Narra - the grey wolf had given Lyta no reason not to - and she knew there were wolves, perfectly good and loyal wolves, who liked the dark and the spooky and the macabre. Lyta was the opposite; she shied away from that. She had been called narrow-minded before, honourable and loyal and sure that she knew the right path. But she was a wolf who, as much as possible, walked solely in the light. She was scared of the dark.
She shook herself out of her thoughts and concentrated. She sensed Narra behind her, also in on the hunt.
Poised and ready, Lyta ghosted through the poppies, lifting her nose every now and again to scent. She really did love the meadow. The sunrise made every crimson petal, every elegant stem, every cluster of leaves look perfectly beautiful, the low golden light hiding the flaws.
Momentarily distracted by a sense of being watched, Lyta paused and glanced slowly over her shoulder, every movement careful and languid so as not to disturb the prey that was here. She spotted Yssu's white ears and horns and surmised that she must be watching the hunt, trying not to scare the prey. She was pleased; she didn't like it when people disturbed her tracking.
She scented deer and prowled, low to the ground and as stealthy as she could be, into the perfect position. Every muscle was tense and coiled, her body poised and ready to leap into the chase.
Suddenly the deer looked up, froze, and bounded away. Lyta cursed and sprang after it, but it was gone, fled. She would never catch it now.
Lyta turned furiously to the wolf who had scared it off. She appeared to have just landed, her feathery blue wings folding onto her back. Lyta gave her a cursory glance. She was white, with yellow eyes, and she had wings.
More importantly, she had interrupted the two wolves' hunt. Lyta was never much of a morning wolf, and she had just had her breakfast scared off.
"Hi," said the wolf, not even bothering to say sorry. Lyta felt a growl gathering in her throat and forced herself to stay quiet. She was the Majara, she had to be diplomatic. For all she knew this wolf was an ambassador from another pack, or a wolf looking to join, or some powerful magician who shouldn't be offended.
Even so, she couldn't help a small flame springing up by her paw. She frowned, annoyed by her lack of control over her anger and her magic, and extinguished it with her mind.
Lyta stayed very still as the white wolf carried on.
"I'm Sky," the white wolf said.
Lyta, aggravated, replied, "And I am Lyta, Majara of the Aurora Caeli Alliance and the wolf whose prey you just scared off. You're trespassing in our territory. State your business here, or," and here Lyta bared her teeth just the slightest amount, "we'll chase you out. This is our land."
Behind Lyta, in the poppies, almost too quiet to be heard, came a serpentine hiss.
Lyta, blissfully unaware of the sound, continued to stare down the other wolf. She was aware that sometimes wolves trespassed with peaceful intent - to join the pack, maybe, or bring a message. But she had never been a morning wolf, and she was now hungry, and her breakfast was fled.
Unseen went the glint of sunlight on scales in the poppies, and unheard went the continuance of the sinister hiss. And unfelt went the menace that, if Lyta had not been so fired up, would have made her shiver with sudden doubt and fear.
The snake coiled and slithered closer.
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Post by KaiNaium on Dec 28, 2011 18:27:23 GMT -5
She had witnessed Yssu emerge from the small cave, as well as the approach of this trespasser, this Sky, from above. Narra did not know much of Yssu, but neither did she think much of her. Whilst some people, Lyta likely included, thought fairly of people who gave her no reason for suspicion, Narra was suspicious of them all the more. Suspicion was safety, as far as she was concerned. However, her impression of the young Heir improved because she deemed not to interfere with their hunt. The trespasser did otherwise. Immediate distrust shot through her. Sky and Lyta's conversation passed through her ears like air, all other senses trained throughout the clearing.
Sky began "Hi, I'm Sky." Lyta said in rebuttal, "And I am Lyta, Majara of the Aurora Caeli Alliance and the wolf whose prey you just scared off." The energy pulsing through Lyta was red hot; angry and aggravated. Lyta did not seem the hot-headed type, so something must have been prodding her. "You're trespassing in our territory. State your business here, or," she paused. The energy form of Lyta flashed her canines. "we'll chase you out. This is our land."
She was hit with a desire to join her leader and support her hostility, but something else came up. Something, perhaps, far more important. A slim, slithering energy wove through the blood-flowers, a hiss escaping between two long fangs. A tongue flicked from its mouth. Its veins ran with cold blood and its fangs were fraught with poison. The energy-snake released a defiant, deadly hiss and flung itself from its place very near Lyta's feet. Her eyes snapped open, blazing a fire-shadow violet. She had leapt toward the creature before her mind had processed the snake's presence was real, and dangerous. She saw the snake's mouth stretch wide, revealing fangs tapered to shining, deadly points. Its aim was inevitably set on Lyta's neck. Her mouth closed around the scales at the snake's neck as gravity took over.
As she crash-landed back on the land of you-have-responsibilities-now, her mouth closed in a death grip around her master's would-be assassin, she realized how different she had become. It would have been all too easy for the snake to have bitten her in recoil. But she hadn't thought of that. It would have been all too easy for the snake to kill her leader and for her to ascend her leader's throne. But she hadn't thought of that. All she thought of in that small span between infinite destinies was, She. Must. Not. Be. Killed. And now she wasn't, thanks to her.
She spat the dead carcass from her mouth and quickly shut her eyes, concealing the fire and shadows within. Her lungs released a sigh. Attempting her most intriguing smile, she said, "Caught breakfast."
:: heehee! snake jokes! ^_^
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Post by Forte on Dec 28, 2011 21:14:22 GMT -5
Less intent on the hunt than Narra and Lyta, Yssu noticed the winged wolf first, noticed it traveling fast toward her packmates. She stayed crouched where she was, unsure of what to do in the appearance of this new wolf. It seemed not to have noticed Yssu, and if it was hostile, that was a good thing. If it attacked, Yssu could run back to the dens and wake Aaliyah for back-up, or just jump into the fray herself, seeing how there were fore Aurora Caeli wolves and only one trespasser.
But as the horned wolf's sharp ears picked up the stranger's excited voice, it became clear to the Heir that this wolf called Sky was not a thread for the moment. Now Yssu was simply curious as to what Lyta would do to a trespasser who not only barged into their territory like she owned the place, but scared off the alpha's prey as well. Yssu leapt up and bounded toward the group, ready to support her leader if necessary.
As she approached she became even more curious about Sky's wings, a structure she had never seen on a wolf before, but she stayed silent and continued past Sky and toward Lyta, whom she had initially liked more than Narra. Yssu nodded a greeting to them both and, submissive, sat down next to Lyta to watch what would happen.
Yssu, busy admiring Sky's wings, didn't notice the snake until Narra lunged at it; the white wolf jumped back, whining with alarm, but the attack was over so quickly. Almost before Yssu could process what was happening, the deadly creature was itself dead at Narra's paws.
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Post by wolfiewolf99 on Dec 29, 2011 12:01:18 GMT -5
Sky's eyes got dimmer and dimmer until they where a deep purple. "Oh.. I'm sorry. I'll leave." She spread my wings and lifted off. I thought she would be a little nicer. She thought. I flew out of the territory.
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Post by Accalia on Dec 29, 2011 12:55:17 GMT -5
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Lyta sighed as the other wolf flew off. She was stupid. She knew that, she'd known that for a very long time, but she still grew aggravated with herself when she lost her temper. She had fought her whole life to be allowed to lead something, to have her own pack. Her mind flashed back to Cia- no, she mustn't think of those times. But she loved her pack with the deep pride and need to defend it of one who has fought and dreamed of it since forever.
As such, she was more than a little... touchy, about trespassers, about possible invaders, about other packs, about anything that had a chance of maybe threatening her precious young dream, her pack.
She had perhaps handled the situation badly. After all, there was a chance she might have wanted to join, and strengthen the new, growing pack. But then again. Lyta didn't like wolves who interrupted hunts.
Besides, she just wasn't a morning wolf.
Her head whipped around as Narra crashed to the floor beside her. Lyta's neck fur prickled; was everybody intent on annoying her today? But then she saw what the Cercaethor had trapped in her jaws - a snake. She shivered, suddenly realising how close she had come to death.
She had had an awful lot of close runs before. Lyta was not averse to danger. But she had always been in control, she had always been the wolf throwing the dice. Fighting for her life was not particularly scary, because she could fight back. Persuading other wolves not to kill her, or alert others to her presence, that wasn't scary, because she had the chance to persuade them. Lying to packs, sneaking through dark nights, hunting her only chance of a meal through the wilderness, none of that was particularly scary. Not when she lived or died by her own paw.
What was terrifying to Lyta was the idea of being taken by a snake with no idea it was even coming, with no chance to save herself.
She shivered again. "Thanks," she murmured, then realising her Cercaethor had probably not heard the slightly choked voice, she cleared her throat and made an effort to restore some of her dignity. She squared her shoulders and stilled herself, trying to show no trace of the fear and horror that squatted like an ugly beast within her. She probably failed, but she knew she had to try.
"Caught breakfast," the Cercaethor joked.
"Fangs and claws. That was close. Thankyou, Narra," Lyta said, and was pleased to note her voice did not tremble this time. She decided to keep the joke going. She was no good at expressing emotion, so if she tried to tell her friend how grateful she was, she would probably only make a fool of herself.
Lyta touched the snake with one of her razor claws. "D'you reckon it's edible? It might be poisonous," she replied. "Maybe we should fry it."
Lyta casually ran a claw down the snake's back, splitting it as she fried it with fire from the inside. She frowned slightly in concentration as she did so, feeling the burn as the store of magic within her dropped rapidly. Her fire magic was useful, but it burnt up fast.
She turned to Yssu and smiled. "You have any idea?" she asked.
In truth, Lyta wasn't really asking, but her poor social skills were leaving her stranded, unsure of whether the joke she made was actually funny, and struggling with how to carry on the conversation or act in this situation. She'd never had somebody save her life before and she was unsure if there were any social protocols she should observe. She knew it was probably appropriate to thank her but beyond that she was lost. Bringing Yssu into the conversation was Lyta's defence mechanism; she hoped that Yssu and Narra would strike up a conversation and lessen the need for Lyta herself to actually speak.
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Post by KaiNaium on Dec 29, 2011 20:31:08 GMT -5
"Fangs and claws. That was close. Thanks, Narra!" The Majara wasn't shaking and her voice was stable, but her eyes seemed shaken. This gave her a bloom of satisfaction.
"D'you reckon it's edible? It might be poisonous." She bent and inserted her fire-producing claw into the snake's motionless corpse. "Maybe we should fry it?" The Majara then turned to her heir and prompted, "You have any idea?" She remembered the poison pulsing in the fangs, saw through the eyes of energy-Narra. "Just the fangs are poisonous. The rest should be safe." She bent and examined the opened, steaming snake. "A little boney, though."
:: I apologize. My muse is just POOF. Gone.
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Post by Forte on Dec 29, 2011 23:16:24 GMT -5
Yssu was disappointed when the winged wolf departed, but there was nothing she could do about it. Mistakes had been made on both sides: Sky had trespassed too readily and Lyta had been too aggressive when dealing with the situation. At least, that was Yssu's opinion. Perhaps Lyta had no doubts as to whether her approach to the encounter was the best way. Either way, there was no point in trying to amend the situation just for the sake of keeping an interesting winged wolf around.
Now Yssu watched, entirely dumbfounded, as her Majara set fire to the snake's corpse. The young wolf from the mountains had never heard of cooking food, so her first thought was that Lyta was ruining the meat. Still she did not speak up until her leader spoke directly to her. "Oh, yes," she answered, standing up and approaching to inspect the now-singed carcass. "I used to eat snakes all the time. My family ate everything they could find. Unless it's been bitten itself it's safe to eat, except the head. She looked up at Lyta, trying her best to be sociable and friendly. "Would you like me to remove the bones for you? I know an easy way."
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Post by Accalia on Jan 1, 2012 9:26:59 GMT -5
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Ill at ease all of a sudden, Lyta realised this was yet another area of social interactions in which she had no experience and no clue what to do. She could handle greetings and idle chatter, and she could handle hunts and trespassers, but eating snakes? What did one do when talking about eating a snake?
She sighed inwardly. Talking and being sociable had never been one of her strengths. She needed action, or a problem to solve, or a point to get across.
"Just the fangs are poisonous. The rest should be safe."
Lyta yanked herself out of her thoughts at Narra's voice, nodding.
"A little boney, though."
Lyta nodded again. She caught Yssu's dumbfounded look as she used her fire power on the snake and winced inside. She had her origins in a remarkably... civilised, for want of a better word, group of wolves and she had always been taught that if you were unsure if something was safe to eat, you should fry it with fire.
"Oh, yes. I used to eat snakes all the time. My family ate everything they could find. Unless it's been bitten itself it's safe to eat, except the head."
Lyta glanced at Yssu and smiled.
"Would you like me to remove the bones for you? I know an easy way."
"That'd be awesome, Yssu," Lyta answered easily, and stepped back from the meat. It wasn't much of a breakfast, but it would take the edge off Lyta's morning hunger.
"And then... well, I'd say we're at a bit of a loose end. Until the pack's bigger, I don't really think I've much to do today..." Lyta trailed off.
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Post by KaiNaium on Jan 1, 2012 13:00:32 GMT -5
After the initial adrenaline of saving someones life, the following conversation seemed dead and lifeless, much like the snake of which they were speaking. She looked down at the snake and shuddered inwardly. It didn't look appealing. It also didn't look like much meat. The little serpent demon wasn't very big, and the majority of it was composed with bones. Bones that, according to Yssu, could be removed. This left a very scant amount of meat. Maybe Lyta and Yssu would be satiated on the snake's carcass, but at the very least she would prefer a rabbit. With her skills, the decent meal would not be too far off. But, she reasoned, she did not want to insult her Majara by refusing the inadequate meal and selfishly trotting out on her own.
Yssu said, "Oh, yes. I used to eat snakes all the time. My family ate everything they could find." A pang of jealousy struck within her. At least you have a family. "Unless it's been bitten itself, it's safe to eat, except the head." Lyta stepped aside to let Yssu remove the bones, and Narra watched the unappealing carcass from a distance. Lyta spoke, "I'd say we're at a bit of a loose end. Until the pack's bigger, I don't really think I've much to do today..." She could fix that.
She sat, her gray tail wrapped neatly around her form and twitching timely at her side. "I'm afraid, Majara, that this meal is a tad too scant for me. I would like to search for a meatier meal. If you grant permission, I would bring you both back something more easily devoured." Her head was tilted to the side.
:: Yeah, I'm not sure where I'm going either. This would have been Narra's reaction regardless.
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Post by Forte on Jan 1, 2012 23:54:06 GMT -5
Pleased at her offer being accepted, Yssu smiled and wagged her tail, then approached the body of the snake. It lay on its belly, the long scratch from Lyta's claw facing the sky. Parts of the bones and meat was black, but the smell that emanated from the cooked body was appealing in its own way. Delicately Yssu opened up the carcass a bit more near the end of the tail, then grabbed the spine in her mouth. Keeping a paw on the tail to hold the bod down, she slowly and gently pulled the spine away from the rest of the body, taking most of the small ribs with it. The process made a disgusting sound, but Yssu had become accustomed to it after so long of eating snakes. Though most of them were quite dangerous, they were common enough to be a dependable food source when it was warm, and none of her original pack could afford to pass up a chance at prey, even if it was deadly.
After a few moments Yssu had extracted the spine up to the head, so she bit it and the spine off of the rest of the body, leaving the good meat. A few ribs remained and she picked those out before sitting back proudly, her white fur stained with blood at paws and muzzle.
Yssu was not offended when Narra declared that she would not be satisfied with the snake's meat. It was true, it made for a small meal. She looked at Lyta, wondering if the Majara would want to eat it, because Yssu didn't particularly. She wasn't hungry. She was in the mood to explore the rest of the territory.
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Post by Accalia on Jan 3, 2012 6:40:51 GMT -5
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Lyta was still buzzing inside, her emotions tumbling around within her. She felt awkward with the conversation, as always, finding it difficult to be social and interact with others.
Lyta caught Narra's look at the snake carcass. It was little more than snack, she knew, but she didn't understand the look. Maybe it was Lyta's habit of firing her magic at any meat she didn't trust? She had realised that wolves around here mostly didn't do that, and resolved to be more careful with her foreign habits. She had always got away with such things in the past, carefully disguising her lilting accent and trying to fit in. One day, she knew, she would make a slip. Everybody knew she hadn't been born here, in the Steppe, she'd come from somewhere else. But she wanted to avoid hammering home to them how different the young red wolf was, inside.
"I'm afraid, Majara, that this meal is a tad too scant for me. I would like to search for a meatier meal. If you grant permission, I would bring you both back something more easily devoured." Her head was tilted to the side.
Lyta blinked, taken off her stride by Narra's unexpected use of her formal title. "Of course," she smiled, "this is but a snack, and I would not expect you to go without anything else. By all means. In fact I think I'll go with you. It will be a welcome diversion with nothing to do, especially on this lovely bright morning."
Lyta watched Yssu remove the snake's bones with an admiring eye. She had done this before. Some more squeamish wolves might back off from a serpentine dinner, but Lyta had never had a problem with it - in some packs she had visited it had been considered something of a delicacy, considering the danger involved in killing one - and food was food.
Noticing that neither Narra nor Yssu didn't seem in any hurry to eat it, Lyta wondered if it had been something of a social blunder to propose eating it at all. Rather than go any further with what could be a mistake - she never knew, really, with this culture - she decided, "It is but a snack. We shall go and hunt for a bit, become accustomed to this territory of ours, and return to our camp with something more substantial to go beside it."
Having made a decision, Lyta felt slightly safer, slightly less awkward. And now she would be able to get moving and hunt, something that always eased her mind and helped wake her up on sleepy sunlit mornings.
Sweet and bright lay the air on her tongue as she tasted the wind, hunting it for a scent. Unable to find one, she glanced at Narra, giving her the lead. She was, after all, the Cercaethor, and this would be a perfect example for the other wolf to display her talents. Lyta herself had never been a great hunter, and as such was somewhat out of practise with scenting and tracking.
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Well, the stupid distracting TV show my brother is playing might have something to do with it too. The evil villain is currently cloning himself and blasting things with a flame-thrower. This is distracting.
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