Re: Hunting (For Trent) « Result #1 on Nov 16, 2009, 4:05pm »
As the strange dog's head jerked he could feel his flesh tear. The feeling made him whimper slightly but the whimper soon turned to a ferocious snarl. When he attacked he felt his flesh rip further, but he did not whimper from the pain. And soon he felt his leg being released from the trap. His own fangs sank into the dog's lower neck area, partly on his shoulder. Tightening his grip the young wolf decided to keep his hold instead of trying to get closer to the jugular. Angered snarls were muffled by the red fur that filled his mouth. He could smell the blood, the halfblood's, the deer's, his own, and now he was beginning to smell the blood of this dog. Yanking his head down he hoped to get the dog to hit the ground. There were a few rocks around, but there really was no purpose of his attempt to throw him at the ground, still having a firm grip around the lower part of his neck. Of course the dog had plenty of room to attack him even though he was attached to him. Golden orbs turned to look at the half blood and her opponent. She was fighting back, it surprised him that she wasn't backing down like she had before. Eyes turning back to his own opponent he released his grip and lunged at the dog again, this time hoping to sink his fangs into the poor dog's jugular.
[super crap, sorry x__x i will get back into him one day <3]
Re: Hunting (For Trent) « Result #2 on Oct 19, 2008, 10:41am »
The coyote attacking him missed his shoulder but was able to attach himself onto his hind leg. He latched on, jerking out of the way as the wolf snapped at him. For a moment, he noticed the wolf seem distracted and he glanced at his brother, who was being intervened by the half blood. Suddenly the leg that was clutched in his maw twisted as the wolf lunged at him; yipping, he lets the leg go and tried to scramble out of the way but fails. The wolf closes his jaws on part of his shoulder and lower neck.
While his brother fought the injured wolf he dove for the deer but was quickly stopped at the half blood lunged forwards as well, snarling. For a brief moment he was still and then his visage turned vicious as well. Snarling in his own anger he lunged forwards, aiming for the half blood's already injured throat, aiming to immobilize her, forever. She jerked her head down, avoiding the attack towards her throat but felt a sharp pain as the coyote caught her ear in his maw. She felt is rip as he pulled back and yelped; angered, she snapped at his exposed throat, catching fhis red pelt in her teeth.
Re: Hunting (For Trent) « Result #3 on Oct 19, 2008, 10:29am »
Studying the dogs he noticed a strange look in their eyes. They must of been starving, just as the half blood was. Any animal in this situation would do anything to get just mere scraps, and behind them was a large deer that was hardly touched. Tensing up he started to prepare himself for an attack, which came before he had a chance to protect his injured shoulder. As the dog lunged at him he moved to the right slightly and snapped at the dog's face as it went by. Shortly after he felt sharp fangs dig into his hind leg. Snarling he swung his head around with teeth bared, hoping to bite him back. It didn't really matter where he bit him, at least not in his mind right now. Remembering what he had said to them his eyes searched for the other dog. He spotted him by the deer with the half blood trying to protect it. Feeling a sharp pain he whined slightly then turned his attention back to his attacker. Lunging forward he aimed for the dogs neck. It could be over quickly if he just got a good grip on his neck, then he could go and keep the half blood from getting herself killed.8
Re: Hunting (For Trent) « Result #4 on Oct 18, 2008, 11:46pm »
The two coyote's seemed frozen, the one stared at his brother while the other stared at the wolf, as if deciding whether he could take on the injured wolf. They both seemed to ignore Art, who was fuming silently behind the injured wolf. She glared at him as he spoke again; he was being cocky and full of himself; she could tell that he wasn't at his prime, especially after seeing him kill that other wolf a few hours before. After a moment of glaring she decided if the two coyote's decided to attack she would help him fend them off, if she could anyways. She watched as his frame relaxed and as he spoke. Her orbs then flickered to the coyote's there was something different in their eyes; desperation.
The brothers' eyes held a note of desperation as he took his eyes off his brother, looking back at the wolf and Art. For a moment he did nothing and then suddenly he lunged forwards, aiming for his injured shoulder. Art unconsciously snarled at the movement and tensed, her red coat standing on end. Another movement caught her eye and she saw the other brother, the one who had been retreating, lunging for the dear. A primal instinct caused her to lunge at the other coyote, teeth bared. Though it was stupid, she was angry that the other wolf thought she was so weak. It may be true but she was tired of him poking at it like it was a fresh wound.
Re: Hunting (For Trent) « Result #5 on Oct 18, 2008, 11:27pm »
Even with their obvious size difference one of the dogs decided to challenge the much larger wolf. Snarling back he took a few steps closer to the stupid dog. "You wanna see what I can do?" Eyes went from staring the dog down to looking at his retreating brother. When the retreating dog spoke Trent couldn't help but to laugh at them both. "Even though I'm injured your no match for me. I could take both of you on at the same time." Grinning his eyes went back to the dog who stood his ground. He still did not know what they were but he was going to have some fun with them. It might be true that he could take them both on at the same time, but he was still being way too cocky. Here he was saying stuff without thinking of the consequences, sure they were smaller but he was already hurt pretty bad and he had no idea how good they were at fighting. He was pretty drained from earlier but he could still take them on, just probably not at the same exact time. Trent really wasn't smart enough to be able to do two things at once. After laughing for a while he settled down and gave them a dissapointed look. "Well? I'm waiting...." Once again his posture was relaxed, he really wasn't expecting them to do much. One of them was already trying to run away so if anything he only expected to fight one of them and he was so tiny it wasn't like he could do much. Shifting his weight to his left he winced at the pain from putting pressure on that side. He was getting tired, after this was all over he would probably go lay down and try to hunt in the morning. Speaking of food, he had almost forgotten that he was hungry. Turning his head back he looked at the half blood, he was glad that she had started to eat. She needed her energy, it was bad enough she was injured, she didnt need to be starved as well.
Re: Hunting (For Trent) « Result #6 on Oct 18, 2008, 9:17pm »
Art was surprised as he stepped in front of her; she hadn't heard him because she had been concentrating on the two coyotes before her. The two brother's eyes also turned to look at him; the louder of the two seemed unshaken while the other seemed to realize the danger. Then he spoke, his voice mocking both her and them; his words made her jerk back in her reacquiring anger. He looked back at her as he finished, his eyes warm, as if telling her not to take it seriously. She did though. SCREW YOU! She voiced in her head, unwilling to voice it outloud because no matter how much she hated his guts right now he was helping her, again.
The two coyotes though seemed to be divided, the louder coyote seemed smug, as if he couldn't quite comprehend the fact that his intelligence has just been questioned. The other though had taken several steps back, his visage that had been cruel and mocking a moment ago was now shaken. "What can you do?" The naive coyote snarled as the wolf spoke again, clearly threatening them. Brother...? His head then turned to look at this retreating brother, calculating orbs frightened. "Don't be stupid brother, he'll rip us to pieces" The retreating coyote said breathlessly. "But he's injured as well! I can smell the difference of blood!" His brother complained, halting his brother's retreat, who seemed caught between staying and running.
Re: Hunting (For Trent) « Result #7 on Oct 18, 2008, 8:25pm »
His head hurt so much right now, he just couldn't understand why he cared so much about her. Seriously, she was a stupid little half blood. Why would he ever care about someone like her? Digging at his head more his claws cut his ears slightly. The only thing that caused him to stop was a strange laughter. Paws went back to the ground and his head shot up and looked toward the half blood. There were two others near her, they were a bit smaller than her but there was something strange about them. They were different, but he wasn't sure how. Switching his glance from the odd... dogs to the half blood. She was standing up and it seemed like she was ready to defend herself. Tilting his head he decided to get up and creep closer for a better look, he couldn't really hear what was going on from back here but he was sure they were speaking. Something about this wasn't right, he didn't know what it was but he knew something was going to happen. It didn't take that long for him to reach them, as he was walking closer he heard one of the dogs say she was shaking. His lips curled back at their words, he didn't know them but already he didn't trust them. Something about their scent wasn't right, they were no dogs nor were they wolves. But what exactly were they? They smelt slightly like the half blood, perhaps this was what she was mixed with. Before walking out into the open he calmed himself down so he didn't appear that threatening or angry. He was in a relaxed pose, he tried his hardest to make the wounds on his left shoulder hidden but it didn't really work. Though he did walk almost normal, there was a slight limp in his walk but it was barely noticeable. Calmly he walked in front of the half blood and simply looked at the dogs. His golden eyes seemed bored with them, until he started to speak then they seemed to mock their intelligence. "Do you honestly think a weak half blood like this could do anything? Look at her. I bet even a cat could make her cringe in fear." Smirking he looked at her his eyes warm, it almost looked as if he was trying to tell her not to take much offense to what he said, though he was just looking to see her reaction. Looking back his eyes turned cold as he stared down the dogs. Hair started to raise on the back of his neck and his lips curled back. "Now get the hell away from her. Unless, of course, you want to end up like that mutt over there." With his head he made a gesture to the dead wolf. Once again he was smirking, this time his eyes stayed locked on both of the dogs as his look was meant for them.
Asho's Reign (Plot, Kilo) « Result #8 on Oct 6, 2008, 5:38pm »
The litter of pups had been born from their mother's womb three weeks prior, meaning the silver loner had also been there for twenty-one days. The pack's trust had been gained easily as there were no rival packs on their petty domain; the minute pack had never truely experienced an all out war over a piece of land. The sapphire eyed lupine though had experienced these collisions. His father had been an Alpha, a leader who craved the blood of such hostile combat. He killed many of his pack in his blood lust, both by his own hands and by the enemy while at war. He taught such blood lust to all of his male pups; to Asho's knowledge had never once had a surviving sister, his father had killed them all. When his father's pups all grew to maturity he would battle them, fighting to the death for the joy of fighting another who may be stronger then him. All but one of these children died at his hands; Asho was the only survivor and managed to take all his father's teaching to heart and kill his mentor.
The lupine who seemed as white as snow was nothing but; his pearl coat might as well have been stained ruby with sin. His sapphire orbs, charming at a distance, were nothing of the sort when staring at you in close range. They held a deadly promise of death, though hidden secretly behind a questionable haze of sanity. The minuscule pack though did not know the signs of insanity or blood lust, to them he was merely a strange lone wolf who was welcomed into their pack. The canine took this opportunity and ran with it, finding every fault in the pack structure, and there were many. The Alpha male was too caring and with that came a weakness that made his dominance questionable. The beta male, second in command, was almost as dominant as the Alpha and his views were opposite, nearing Asho's own but not quite as insane. And then there was the Alpha female, his main target.
The Alpha female, Kilo, passed by the silver lupine, her leisurely walk somehow suggestive. The she-wolf turned lovely head, flashing him a flirtatious quirk of the lips, which he returned in a fake invitation. In response she turned away, letting her tail give a seductive flick. He then watched her saunter away curiously. As he watched her further he soon found that her flirtatious attitude was never ending. He noticed though that when a wolf tried to take her up on her offer she would laugh and saunter away, rejecting them. She seemed to have remained faithful despite her suggestiveness. After a few times of her doing this to him, he decided he would try to take her up on her offer. He followed her and as she flashed him another of her flirtatious smiles he advanced on her, moving around her as if about to mount her. For the first time the female seemed to hesitate, as if her flirtatious actions towards him were something more. But she was then distracted by her calling mate, where she rushed in an almost panicked excuse to avoid his advance. For the first time in quite a while his lips quirked in a real smile, a devilish one that screamed his true nature.
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Re: Hunting (For Trent) « Result #10 on Oct 1, 2008, 6:02pm »
Art bared her teeth as the retreating wolf childishly before she snapped her head back to the dear. Just because the idiot had gotten it wouldn't mean she wouldn't eat it. She didn't get enough meals and she wasn't going to pass one up just because she got it from an ass. She tore at the meat with her canines, taking out her angry on it, pretending she was tearing out his neck. A soft growl exited her as she bit into a tough piece of flesh; she jerked her head to the side, trying to tear its hold only to remember her injury. Her jaw popped open, auburn orbs squinting at the sudden throbbing pain. She panted softly, bending her neck into a less exposed position.
A soft cackle came from a near rock formation, then another of a lower pitch. Two shadowed forms came from one of the many large rocks. Their bodies were held low and their bright eyes shown with a sort of mischief in the dark. She jerked, the movement causing another hot slash of pain to paralyze her head and neck. I wonder how such a weak and small wolf could take down one such as this. Said one, his voice loud and joyous as he moved towards the dead wolf. The other then drew near before speaking, it's eyes seeming to be more calculating but just as devious.
"Shes too small to be a wolf, brother." the other spoke, his calculating eyes staring at her. "She has a bit of coyote in her. A laugh of joy from his brother followed, bright eyes shifting to stare at the deer. "Why not share your meal with us, sister? His voice was suddenly mocking; he bared his teeth suddenly, not fearing her as how injured she was. In response Art snarled, painfully getting to her feet as she tried to stare down the two coyotes. They laughed, their gleaming orbs flashing in their joy. They did not fear her or her threats. "Shes shaking, brother. The louder one spoke in his laughing voice. "Yes, from blood lose, she must have gone through a great deal to get this deer." The other spoke, his voice threatening.
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