scavengers, the lot of them [open]

[silvishky]

tiburon

She placed one paw on the belly of the carcass. Pressing down hard to provide a dabble of extra force, the little she-wolf pulled on the bit of slimy, scaleless skin in her mouth. It ripped with a sickening noise such as only ripping skin can make. The smell of still-warm blood and meat rushed out to her. Tiburon inhaled deeply. Her disability had made her predisposed to scavenging rather than hunting, so she rarely - if ever - had the opportunity to savor the unique stench of a freshly slaughtered corpse. Sighing appreciatively, the warmly colored canine dug in.

Tiburon thought over the acquisition of her lovely fish dinner as she concentrated on ripping the thick muscle away from the ribcage. It had been almost painfully easy. She hadn't even had to kill it! She had approached the lake with the intent of getting a mouthful of water before searching for an abandoned kill that hadn't been picked quite clean. A splash in the shallows farther down the shoreline had drawn her attention. When she'd come a little closer, she could see that it was a fish - a giant, bewhiskered fish that appeared to have no scales. There didn't appear to be any predators in the water with it to make it thrash so. Was it dying, perhaps? She remembered seeing her father, mother, and brother writhing like that after she and her sisters had ripped them up. Deciding that getting to watch such a beast die was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Tiburon plopped down. Its wild gyrations seemed to grow stronger every few seconds, until, with one mighty splash, the thing lay still. She let another minute pass before getting up to go and look at the thing. It wouldn't do for the damn thing to suddenly start back up with her right beside it. When the catfish remained still, Tiburon rose from her resting position and went over to it. She sunk her teeth into its nose, having to put more effort into the act than normal - who would've guessed that the skin would be so hard to penetrate? Then the two year old drug the carcass out of the water and on to dry land.

She lifted her head from her meal, ears twitching and eyes narrowed. Had she heard something?


(ooc: Having been dropped here as part of an experiment, Tiburon doesn't know much about the area... so she doesn't know about the giant fish living in the pond that might eat her. Feel free to have your wolf be a Good Samaritan & tell her and/or spazz about it.)

[simon]

[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,500,table] the chestnut brute padded into uncharted lands. more likely uncharted waters. he had heard about the giant beasts that thrived in the cooling pond...but he was unafraid of them. 8 feet long! it was a foolish pups tale so that their sire and dam could scare them into not trusting the waters. all others should know that..and if they didnt, then common sence would surely clear things up for them. the body mass of an 8-foot fish was massive. he could not make sure of it, but the conan was most certainly sure. the ponds didnt just drop down into an abyss...their was a thing called the 'shore'. no living thing dare run up the shore, espcecially if that thing was an inhabitant of the waters. they could not risk being stranded. being stranded meant struggle. struggle meant death. thats just the way the wheel of life turned. the damned wheel of life. chestnut appendages worked as the conan gained speed. claws dug into the moist ground as he picked up his sprint. heart beat with each thump that his pads created on the grounds. grunt escaped from his vocals as he cleared the bank and splashed into the shores washes. the cool spray caught in the breeze and found coverage upon his features. water droplets clung desperatly to his mottled fur as he continued his run in the water. howl worked up in his throat before it shot through his unclenched muzzle. tounge lolled from his maw as his excitment for the work increased. he hadnt felt this good in a long time. simon did not know whether to credit the new spring days...but whatever it was, he didn't want it to stop making him feel this way. he liked this feeling...liked it alot. dark brown pools gazed from underneath blackened brows as he broke down into an extended trot. pinnacles pricked atop his crown as sniffer caught the familiar scent of marine life and...a femmora. orbs looked about for the lobo's but no luck. yip sounded in his vocals as he tried to capture the attention of the other. again, no luck. simon continued across the shore, allowing his pools to shift towards the ponds rippling waters. smirk creased at his kissers at the moment he found himself in. just him, the shore and the crashing of water upon the shores. he was complete. solace washed over his tinted chestnut hide, but it could not last long. simons attention snapped to the eating figure before him. the femme that he had scented ealier was sitting down, seeming to enjoy her meal of the dead fish on the shore. towers flipped upwards in curiosity as he watched the tainted femme rip at the water downed flesh of the catfish. Nice day near the pond ehh? he barked in a chipper tone. smile across his features showed his laid back and non-threatening manner. nubbed tail swished furiously as he awaited her sweet lyrics. all femmes had a sweet voice..right?

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[dingdong]

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/30d8jmg.jpg] Natiya been through a lot in her short four years of life. She figured by now she seen all that she was supposed to see. It wouldn't be a surprise though if something new did come up. She was used to it by now and figured there wasn't a thing that could surprise her now. She was prepared for anything, in case something new did happen. She seriously doubted it though from all she seen. She had watched someone die and watched as a member of her pack kill her mother. It was terrifying to think about but it had actually happened. She shifted her wings a little bit so she was per say more comfortable. It was hard to get comfortable with them forever in her way. They were twice the size that they should be. Well she supposed if she had been bigger her wings wouldn't have been a problem. She had been the runt of a litter, and was still very small. It was one of the reasons why she was picked on a lot in her life. It wasn't her fault though that she been born tiny and helpless. No one in her old pack had understood, and she had constantly been picked on and abused by her siblings. One time her father had the nerve to physically abuse her, and took out her left eye. She was wandering around the place called The Cooling Pond. Here big catfish roamed hoping to find some innocent youngsters to prey on. Natiya was no pup though at the very age of four. She spotted a male wolf and a younger she-wolf. Walking up to them wondering why they were alone when it was such a dangerous place to be hanging out at. She knew it was probably none of her business but she had a kind soul. She looked at the female with her one good eye, not bothering to hide the fact that she was indeed blind. She smiled trying to be friendly. What was she to say though? She couldn't exactly think of anything at the exact moment. Her mind was on the male wolf Ruse that she had met at The Wall. The male had been so nice to her, now to think of it she had ended up joining his pack. Turning her attention back to the two, she attempted to warn them about the fish. "You know there is some dangerous eight feet long fish that would be happy to have a young she-wolf for dinner. I have a soft soul I wouldn't like to see you get hurt." She looked down afraid to show emotion. "Pardon my manners, I'm Natiya. You don't have to give me your name, I'm nothing but a nuisance anyways." She gave a pained look as that gave her a memory of her past.

[Monster]

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[atrb=background,http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z324/trynxie/Table%20Parts/Akujimid.png]    Thud. Neon green appendages struck the ground with the sureity of one who knows exactly where their paws belong on the earth and are headed towards a specific destination. Though not all of that was true. Akuji may have been young, but she was mostly confident in her place on the land. When she aged, she might even be among few who could reach a point of equanimity. Supposing the slight taint of inanity did not stay with her forever... Enough of that. Why spoil such a nice day? The frosty orbs of the young Fae swept over the land, searching. She wondered suddenly when she had last eaten. Probably long enough ago that she should consider finding a meal soon. But for now she was fine.    The bright audits pricked up, standing at attention like twin soldiers the instant they were commanded. What commanded her response now was the sound of a howl eminating from another wolf. It was a joyful sort of sound and one that made her stop long enough to appriciate it. From what she could gather it came from a brute, and he must be on the move too. About time she met someone else. She got bored easily. Her Lengthy pistons send her forward at a newly quickened pace, wanting to know what all was happening with other wolves here. Maybe the brute would not be alone. Every day was so full of possibilities and it all enthralled her so.    Though she was still growing and her legs were a bit awkwardly long, like those of most her age, Akuji managed to keep from stumbling and that was what mattered. Her orbs were bright and reflected her sunny mood this fine day. A breeze ran through her ivory coat and the Femme closed her cyan pools to enjoy it just a little. She just managed to navagate around a fallen log in time though. Fool. She scolded herself for not being more careful. Whatever. She was leaving her worries behind and right now all she wanted was to socilize a little. Maybe she could make a few new friends!    But first she had to determine what kind of wolf this was. Was he alone? She wasn't close enough to tell just yet. Her limbs quit moving and claws dragged over the Terra, scarring it's surface and she skidded to a stop. She could smell him now. Close. But another smell hit her nares and the adolescant let her lime and alabaster crania tilt to the side as she recognized it to be another vixen. Her pearl shaded banner swung back and forth as excitment welled up within her, barely containable. Whatever it was that made her so bright and happy, she kind of enjoyed it. A grin overtook her maw. This was much more fun than being alone.    The pond She came apon was almost too big to be called such. Water. It sort of frightened her, but also sent a jolt of excitement that made her want to investigate, get closer, see what was what. She was an adventurer of sorts and it sure was entertaining. She stood on a small outcropping, just above the shore. Without a second thought the small wolf lept off the edge, shooting down the three or so feet down to the ground below. She misjudged the distance slightly and stumbled, rolling over once before flopping to the earth in a heap of brightly colored fur. An emerald visage looked over at the other wolves who stood a good distance away. Akuji detangled her appendages and rose, shaking her pelt to rid it of any dirt she might have aquifer from the landing. If it could actually be called such a thing...    Yawning now, the she-wolf acted as if her less than graceful enterance onto the scene had never happened. She found it easier not to give those things too much attention. After all, she did that often enough and if it was dwelled on, she only ended up feeling bad about something that was totally normal. Instead Akuji sauntered towards the wolves, curious as to who they were and what they were doing. Before she had only scented one other femme, but now she saw that either another had previously further off, or she had just not been too terribly careful. Either way she would like to see what was happening and maybe talk to the lot a little bit.     While she walked closer, her mind wandered to the thought of food again. One of the two Fae's here was eating a large beast of a fish and it made her own belly feel more empty. She really ought to think about such things sooner. Maybe that would have been a better idea. Of course, she had previously been adventuring as much as possible. Food had been the last thing on her mind what with all sorts of new things just waiting for her to find them. When the words about the eight foot fish hit her audits Aluji stopped. Wow. She had never been to this place and she was kind of glad she heard that before she had a chance to go try and explore by the water. Sitting down nearby, she let her mind go to other things, mainly because she lacked anything to say to the lot. Once she was spoken to then maybe she would come up with something. For now she was a simple observer lost in the enveloping land of thought.

[silvishky]

A faint howl, masculine in tone, hit her eardrums. Before it had completely faded, she heard the annoyingly repetitive noise of someone splashing their way through shallows. An inquiring yip followed within another minute or two. She tried to scent the other wolf out so as to determine their age and health. If they were young as well as hale and hearty, and they wished to take her meal away, then Tiburon would have to surrender it. There was no sense in acquiring a potentially crippling injury over something as a trivial as a damn giant fish. If they were elderly or unhealthy, though, she could likely scare them off with a good threat display. Unfortunately, her nose was clogged with the catfish's scent and she was unable to find out the intruder's state.

The lapping waves suddenly came up a little further than they had been. Icy foul-smelling water soaked her cream-furred paws, sending a small shudder down her spine. Tiburon refused to move out of the water's reach, though, as the source of the aforementioned noises had appeared. To turn and move a few pawsteps toward the grass and away from the water's edge might make the approaching stranger think she was retreating. A retreat signaled weakness, and weakness might lead him to believe that he could take her meal without much of a fight.

She raised as much of her fur as she could to increased her perceived size. Slender legs stiffened, adding a little height to her measly twenty-six inches. Her head lowered so that its top was level with her shoulders. Then she twisted her ears so that the inner ear was facing sideways instead of forward. Her lips lifted so that each and every tooth in her mouth was visible from root to pointy tip. The posture left no doubt as to just how pissed she was about this male's presence in the area while she was feeding. Her posture grew more and more tense the closer he came. By the time the stub-tailed male was near enough for her to see him clearly, she could've made a statue look soft.

Nice day near the pond ehh?

Though she could not speak in the tongues of men as other wolves could, Tiburon could still produce the basic vocalizations intrinsic to wolves. Her wrinkled lips twitched as she began to growl. The sound was rather low in pitch for a female, being almost masculine in tone. The undersized she-wolf wanted him gone. He had nothing to gain by staying here; she wasn't about to turn around and offer him her ass, nor was she about to share the food. Tiburon just hoped that he didn't call her bluff.

Another stranger walked up, this one a fellow she-wolf. Her fur was more gray than Tiburon's or the male's, lacking their ginger tinting. A pair of feathered wings, dark in color, sprouted from her shoulders. This new arrival was lucky that she had approached from the shore instead of the grassy area, as this was on Tiburon's right. This meant that Tiburon was able to see her approaching. If she had come from the left, which was her blind side... Well, let us just say that things would've gotten very messy.

"You know there is some dangerous eight feet long fish that would be happy to have a young she-wolf for dinner. I have a soft soul I wouldn't like to see you get hurt. Pardon my manners, I'm Natiya. You don't have to give me your name, I'm nothing but a nuisance anyways."

The volume of the two year old's growl went up a few notches. Not only had this bitch interrupted her meal, but she was being apologetic about it? Tiburon's mother had taught her and her siblings to shun those who manifested weakness in appearance or attitude. This female seemed small, as if she had been a runt, and spoke as if she had been raised to act as such. Thus she was damned in Tiburon's eyes and unworthy of attention.

Her growl grew even louder when she saw yet another wolf coming up. This one was even more mutated, in her opinion, than the winged wolf: her coat was white marked with a green that was almost eye-watering in its brightness. Why couldn't they leave her alone?


(ooc: yo... little less wolfspeak, please? it makes it hard to understand what's going on.)

[silvishky]

(ooc: looks like Simon isn't going to post... Ashy, if you would be so kind as to post Natiya?)