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Post by Spirit on Jan 31, 2009 5:11:13 GMT -5
Spirit heard a snarl and looked around before realising it was the wounded stranger. Serenade Asmodeus, an unusual name but not as unusual as Spirit's.
Nice language, Spirit thought to herself as Serenade started swearing about a deer.
A couple of minutes later, Spirit stretched again to relieve her cramped muscles. She hated it when her muscles got tight from lack of movement. It makes Spirit uncomfortable and she likes to be able to run when she feels threatened.
Spirit yawned and looked around. She wonders what will happen next.
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Post by Arwen Loup Garou on Feb 7, 2009 3:11:15 GMT -5
Spirit seemed more at ease than Seranade did, making me think the perhaps she was a lone wolf. It reminded me of Aunt Sylvia. I chuckled, a rumbling snort. "A fucking DEER nailed you?!? Oh hell!" I couldn't help the fit of laughter it spilled me into. I remembered the four of us, Midian, Synge, Stryker, and I, chasing a herd of deer once, and Midian got nailed by a buck. Deer may look gentle, and in some native american myths that is indeed their medicine or trait, but let me tell you, they can mess you up if given the chance. "I'm sorry, Serenade, I'm not laughing at you. Our friend, Stryker's mate, when we were younger, same thing. Fucking deer!" I tried to pull myself together, snuffling once and coughing. "Can I clean it? Please?" Licking my muzzle I moved closer to Serenade. I wanted to get the dirt out of her wound, it was instinct to lick it clean for her. Later, if she concented, I'd use some of Syren's salve to help heal it, since it seemed it wasn't going to heal very fast on it's own.
I shot a look to Spirit, the other wolf. She seemed restless. I wanted to run, and I was tempted to go after this deer that gouged Serenade, but one deer for four wolves wasn't nearly enough food. Not if these two ate like Stryker and I did. "We should go hunting. Find that damn deer and let Serenade rip a chunk outta his flesh, see how he likes it." I grinned at Stryker, my tongue lolling out the side of my mouth as I pranced on my front paws. "Well? Who's up for a run?" I stood, my tail wagging behind me. I was pretty sure that Spirit would be game, and I knew Stryker was for it, she'd never turn down a hunt. It was Serenade I was concerned about. She seemed so wary, and though I understood that, it still tripped me out. I met shifters all the time, I wasn't a threat unless they threatened me. I guess I got too used to being overly friendly, yet she didn't seem like she wanted to fight us...more like she had a hard on to go get that damn deer. Which, I thought sounded like fun.
((Sorry for the delay, and the short post...my Arwen muse isn't all there. LoL))
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Post by Spirit on Feb 7, 2009 4:41:52 GMT -5
Spirit relished the thought of hunting in a pack. "Sure. I'm up for a run. Just check with Serenade though. I've met other lycans before and not all of them like to run around after they've been injured."
Spirit stretched a little and prepared herself for the hunt. Even though she wasn't sure that they would be hunting, Spirit knew it was wise to be ready anyway.
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Post by Serenade Asmodeus on Feb 10, 2009 16:42:54 GMT -5
[changed up the lyrics, I lost the old link. x'D]
What has come over me, What madness taken over my heart
Serenade froze completely as Arwen let out a wolfish chuckle, and immediately her hackles started to raise a bit. But she calmed once she explained herself, Serenade curled her tail around herself and quietly listened to what the other werewolf had to say.
At the query about the licking, Serenade paused, wary. A part of her wanted to decline -- the thought of others touching her made her a tad uncomfortable, and she didn't know this female very well. But then again, these others seemed trustworthy enough so far, and with this stupid wound, she could certainly use all the help she could get. As unwillingly as she took it, it would still be nice to have, Serenade decided. "Uh, sure, go ahead," she replied, her mind's voice quieter than it's usual tone this time.
The idea of the hunt, however, that certainly brightened her spirits. That stupid, retarded deer definitely needed to lose a bit more blood, she thought and a wicked grin spread onto her muzzle. One of her legs twitched excitedly, and directly after Spirit she answered to the question asked. "Hell yeah, I'll go!" Serenade's lips writhed into a snarl, but not towards the other wolves, and certainly not in a threatening way -- more of a sign of excitement.
Ignoring another throb of pain on the side of her face, she breathed in the sweet forest air once again, taking in the deer's scent. "It went that way." as she said the word's with her mind's voice, a low growl was emited from her muzzle. Stupid deer. Oh, she'd get it all right. She twitched one of her handlike paws, letting her face spread into a grin again.
To run away, The only answer
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Post by Spirit on Feb 11, 2009 6:57:54 GMT -5
"Ok. Serenade's ready to rumble, so I'm giving it the go ahead. I think the deer went back where I was before I met Serenade." Spirit thought to Arwen. She stretched again, thinking of the hunt. Spirit knew that a wounded deer would not stand a chance a group of lycans. She heard Serenade snarl and growled in agreement. Spirit felt her thirst for blood rise.
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Post by Arwen Loup Garou on Feb 20, 2009 5:19:17 GMT -5
I grinned, happy and relieved that Serenade was going to let me clean her wound. I agreed with Spirit, but sensed that Serenade was more of a fighter, and her injury truly wasn't life threatening. I padded closer to her and sat back on my haunches, then leaned my head forward and began to lick her wound. I drug my tongue across the area, cleaning out any dirt and debris that clotted in the blood. Once it was clean and pinkish, instead of an angry red, I sat back licking my chops. "Thanks for letting me get to it Serenade, I'm sure it's bothering you, but it was also bugging the hell out of me." I gave her a wolfish grin, then turned it on Spirit, and lastly on Stryker. "A hunt then!" I stood and sniffed the air, Spirit was right about the direction the deer had gone. I nodded, and once all four of us were on our feet, I tore into the woods.
I may have just met the other two wolves, but running and hunting like this made us feel like pack. 16 paws pounded the forest floor, and yet we were almost silent as we sped through the woods. We dodged tree limbs, vaulted over wood and stone. I caught the scent again, Serenade's blood mingled with the musk of deer. "Holy shit! He's rejoined the herd. I can smell your blood on him Serenade." I growled softly as I spoke to their minds. I poured on the speed, pushing myself faster, muscles bunching and releasing under me. I was thrilled we were after a herd now, instead of one lone deer. It meant that not only could Serenade get the buck that gored her, but we could each take down a deer. My stomach grumbled in anticipation of the hot meat.
We broke into the clearing where the deer grazed and I wasted no time bounding right into the center of the herd. I crouched low, growling, my ruff bristling up, hackles rising. I bared my teeth in an angry snarl, and started circling the herd, barking like mad. I startled some of the deer, but most stood stock still, eyes wide, fear tinting their smell. "There he is!" I raised a paw and sort of pointed to the buck with bits of blood on his antlers. He was Serenade's kill. I was so intent on watching him, that I almost got nailed in the head by a fierce kick from another buck. His hind end raised up, back hooves flying toward my head. I ducked and shot under him, grabbing his soft belly in my jaws and tearing it as I slid on the earth. He toppled over, I spun and pounced, holding his head still with the weight of my front two paws. A quick glance around showed me that everyone had targetted their own deer and was eagerly tearing into it. I wasted no time as I lunged for the buck's neck, ripping it out with my teeth and gulping down the meat.
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Post by Spirit on Feb 21, 2009 4:57:04 GMT -5
Spirit galloped after Arwen, then paused for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Arwen and the others tackling their own deer. Quickly, she targeted a young doe and lunged at the frightened beast with her jaws open wide. The doe tried to flee but not before Spirit had sunk her teeth into its neck. She hung on tighter and tighter as the doe bucked and jumped around. Eventually Spirit managed to pierce the doe's jugular,getting blood all over her face in the process, and the doe collapsed in the grass. Panting from the effort, Spirit happily tore into the meat.
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Post by Serenade Asmodeus on Mar 7, 2009 7:58:39 GMT -5
[sorry it took so long. ^^; I totally lost my muse. =P Also, holy shit. I think this may have been my longest post, like...ever. XD]
Pulling me away To fall into the sight
A light, almost mischievous smile came over the young werewolf's face as Spirit conversed with Arwen about where the deer had taken off to. She longed for the hunt, and the taste of blood would excite her. Sure, she was more partial the more forbidden meals, but this would do until she came upon some more suitable dinner for later, when no one else was around to snap, snarl, and drive her away. Lone maneaters, she had found, generally weren't easily accepted around packs of any sort.
She let out a light sigh as Arwen came forward and began to clean the wound. As much as she was often opposed to people she didn't know very well touching her, even Serenade could admit that the feel of a tongue rasping against the wound was strangely soothing. Something in the back of her mind twitched; perhaps this was something that had happened when she was younger? Probably. She knew it wasn't odd for a parent werewolf to clean their cubs, but she couldn't remember her own mother doint anything like that. Not directly, anyways. But the feeling was familiar, so maybe she had.
Just as she felt lulled into the pleasurable feeling, the wound was cleaned and the tongue stopped it's rasping against her skin and fur. Serenade took a deep breath in, releasing it in a wolfish sigh. She stood up a little further -- instead of simply sitting, she raised herself up into a crouch, apparently too lazy to change into her full form. But the again, Serenade often prefered this form. There was something about the idea of her crinos form that just made her smile, but she couldn't deny the madness that often seemed to accompany it. Bitterly, thoughts of some of her previous episodes involving this form close to the full moon flashed through her mind, but she pushed them away quickly. Now was the time to focus on bringing down that damned deer, not thinking about things that didn't matter anymore.
She followed the pair of lycans at a loping pace, still refusing to change fully, but easily able to keep up with them, staying just slightly behind in order to avoid causing trouble. She had only met these wolves -- there was a chance that they, too, were rather dominant in nature, so she decided to let her humanoid mind play things out. Dominating other lycans at first meet wasn't always smart, it seemed better to just follow along for now -- if she needed to later, she would express her usual personality towards them. As they slowed to a stop, she peered over Arwen's shoulder at the herd of deer.
Serenade raised her own muzzle to scent the wind, and sure enough, her own scent was strong upon the wounded deer. Holy shit, she agreed, a smile twitching onto her muzzle. The thing was already as good as dead, in her mind. Wound or no wound, it would certainly be in her belly tonight. And by the looks of things, some of those other deer nearby weren't going to be much better off. As the three began to descend down the hill, her grin widened, showing her teeth and looking more like a snarl -- not that she really cared. Following Arwen's directions in her mind, she turned to see the buck, blood lightly splattered on his antlers and flecking his coat -- except for the gaping wound where she'd managed to catch onto him. Bastard's goin' down, she thought, creeping closer to him through the anarchy that was slowly starting up.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Spirit and Arwen taking down their own kills, and the deer scattered like the idiots she knew they were. Serenade could easily take one down, and why that stupid buck had managed to wound her, she would probably never fully understand. Her muscles bunched as it came into view again, and a low growl came from deep inside her throat, then exploded into a loud snarl that scared a couple of the nearby deer who were too frightened to bother to try and attack. They bounded away from her quickly, but the buck was still there. She released the tension in her muscles in a single, long bound, tackling the buck and swiftly bringing it down without much fight.
Her fangs easily sunk into his weak skin, and in seconds the blood began to easily pour from his open throat. Again, a wolfish smile swept over her face, and she placed her muzzle into the gore and began to lick out the viscous liquid as it slowly poured out of the buck. The warm blood felt delicious in her mouth, she had hungered for it for so long. It wasn't as good as a human, for sure -- but she didn't want to get thrown out of her that quickly. Prey as simple as this deer would do for now. Besides, in a way, this had been strangely fun. The last time she had hunted with a pack had been with the three she had met in the last town she'd found herself in, not that they considered themself a pack by any stretch. More of a gang -- the four of them would occasionally go out together at night and scare the crap out of humans stupid enough to wander the streets alone. And before that, the group of rowdy youngsters of a small town called Mordszene that happily terrorized the city.
As much as she often claimed to prefer to be a loner through and through, she had to admit -- it felt good.
The source of my recovery Sweet shadow taking hold of the light
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Post by Spirit on Mar 8, 2009 4:35:02 GMT -5
Spirit looked up from the remains of her kill and watched Serenade. That buck didn't stand a chance, in Spirit's opinion. Feeling relaxed, Spirit attempted to clean herself up. She didn't like the feel of dried blood on her face. It makes her fur go stiff and smelly. Spirit wondered what would happen next, now that Serenade had taken down the deer. Maybe they would go their seperate ways.
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