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Post by asail on Mar 12, 2008 19:59:05 GMT -5
This RP will take place in a forest scenario, any animals that inhabit a forest environment may be RPed here. You can start a pack/clan/group or be a loner. In order to be a group you must have a leader, name, and territory (No matter how small) no exceptions or you will just be taken as a loner. You can make your own body of water whenever you wish as long as it is no bigger than a large river. It is a large forest separate from civilization meaning no runaway children or indians or anything of the sort, poachers are acceptable as long as its not overdoing it. If anyone has any questions/problems with the rules or ambiance please notify me. The seasonal time is late summer, around august.
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Post by asail on Mar 19, 2008 22:04:09 GMT -5
The air was thick with humidity, dampened with the rain from the previous night, however the dew and moisture had already soaked into the parched ground and been taken by the thirsty grass. The streams and rivers known by the natives are rumored to have almost dried, completely taken over by packs and wandering groups of predators. A shape shifted along the bracken, their body winding and long, creeping over the twigs of the forest floor. A nearby wolf bathed in the afternoon sun, birds flew overhead with clear calls to the other members of their species. The sky a clear blue, no clouds above but in the distant horizon, coating the edges of the world in a white haze. The trees and bushes were fewer this close to a cliff. The female wolf lay peacefully against the cool bumps and cracks of the cliff side, trees covered the cliff and surrounded the small space she resided. Different mixtures of colors from the trees and other foliage of the the land layed about the horizon, the bumps and spaces of the soil made the lay of the land unreadable from above or far. Distant mountains engulfed the right side of her vision. She sighed, collecting herself as she gathered on sturdy legs. She was pregnant, her belly was still thin and strong looking, but her scent gave off the hormone of her burden. Her pads crushed the moss beneath her feet, stepping effortlessly over twigs and bracken, her elegant tail sweeping to the sides with her movements. She took a left, to the bridge of the cliff, she arched her head so her gaze was locked on the top. Her body followed her as stiff legs led her up the lift of the drop. A fresh wind tugged at her silver fur, the color shimmering in the late afternoon light. Her ears were arched forward, but their was little lift to them, face neutral. The darker flecks of grey on her back rippled as a shudder came through her spine. She raised her head back, but did not open her jaws, her lids lowering. The arch of her ears dipped back, the creamy white tip of her left ear flicked. She lowered her head and backed up a few steps, her right fore paw marked by two white bands, the bands so close that lines of white markings and blurred grey were between them. Large paws hit caked earth, the warmth of the soil beating up her limbs, humming with her heart. Her gait was in two great leaps, then the warmth of the earth was no longer there. Her right paw struck nothing as it reclined from its outstretched state, her limbs still seemed to want to move, to continue the cycle of the breath taking run of the wolf. But the cliff was behind her, her back paw launching from the lift of rock. Then all composure in the previous leap was lost, she lowered her proud head, her shoulders were limp, the heaviness of her upper body caused it to tilt. Not bothering to tuck in her paws or howl in agony. She had hurled herself off the cliff, and was heading down the sheer drop to the hills below her. Her body twisted and tumbled in the air a few times as the weight in her body shifted from different parts of her body. Then her grey form was engulfed by the form of the trees, a moment later a cloud of birds rose from their perches. Squawking like mad, and flying away. The cliff was not over a gorge or stream, but looked over the tree tops down to the land below that was undisturbed or confronted from the spot she once was to were she was now. She lay now beneath two tall trees, the branches broken in some places where she descended. Her body was broken, the breaks and crumbled bones visible through her fur and skin, scarlet liquid emerging from her gaping mouth and enlarging around her head. She looked like a rag doll, tossed about and strewn across the floor. One of her paws twisted at a grotesque angle, the visible lid hovered over her cheek, she blinked. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, her ribs convulsing in heavy spasms as her wheezing breaths pushed at her shattered ribs. The females eyes were fogging. A wolves pride is renowned, their fighting spirit and determination fuels their ferocity. Yet, this wolf was attempting suicide, it was grim, almost disturbing to the local birds that had perched and stared in disbelief and curiosity. Her breath was choked off as her body pushed blood from her lungs, too misplaced to hack it gurgled disgustingly from within her jaws and out of the crevice of her lips and soaked her jowls.
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Post by Kodiak on Mar 23, 2008 21:18:18 GMT -5
The stout snout of the brute wavered among the fresh carnage that oozed creamy scarlet liquid that slid thickly down the broken ribs. His pointed ears pressed back into the niches of his skull so that the flinging blood did not enter and irritate the sensitive opening. The tight build of the brujo's body hovered over the carcass that was spread open. He had finally dug deep enough with his daggers that the slim white body part was exposed. His wide, saliva dripping tongue slid down the bumpy exterior of the wolf's spine, making it a clean color. The open ribcage pointed toward the sky, the bent tips grazing the fur surrounding his neck. Riot's frontal exterior made it impossible to judge the mediums his coat wielded as the top of his head down his bulk chest were carelessly drenched in gore. The warm organs pressed against the top of his head as he made his way down a few more centimeters of the wolven spine and stopped him from going further. His almond eyes had turned crimson from sensitivity to the steamy blood. As the birds took to the sky in a flurry some distance away, Ri's ears directed upward in a single jolt. His cranium rose from his fresh kill, but his nose was too heavily clogged with the scent of blood to pick out the femme's own gory scent. His lips curled back as his maw flung up like a flag; an eerie howl erupting out of his throat. Lips rounded around his teeth to emit the fierce call as flakes of blood from his mouth dotted the air. It warned any wolves nearby to stay were they were, as he wasn't hungry. The cannibal's jaws then lunged for one of the curved ribs and bent it so it made a snap as the bone turned into little splinters-another caution.
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Post by asail on Mar 24, 2008 0:26:18 GMT -5
Small paws nimbly dodged the obstacles of the forest floor, spongy forest floor bubbling between her delicate toes as the pressure of her body forced the air inside to escape. Rays of light cascading down from the canopy of the trees above, bathing her in warmth momentarily and then vanishing as she ventured into the shadows of a swath of fronds. Agile legs raising high and fast as her elegant body streamed noiselessly through the undergrowth. Fronds caressing her sides, and moss flattening beneath her careful steps. Her left ear, fashioned into a proud point shifted on her head so it lay adjacent to the left side of the forest, turning her stout face in that direction, her body following afterwords. Starling, the lone lynx, had truly inherited the beauty of a bobcat. The thick, layered fur piled at the cheeks and sleek down the sides. Her gaze shifted, hunched down with her paws tucked under her chest, scanning the area before her. She blinked slowly, flinching. A shudder ran down her spine, her withers raising and long whiskers twitching, she stared in disbelief. A wolf had killed itself, her nose wrinkled in disgust, nostrils flaring at the rank stench of wolf blood, but it seemed too strong to belong to the small puddle near the females head. She lifted her ashen nose to a different part of the forest. The points of Starling's ears drifted down to her skull, temple tensing in irritation as the horrid howl reached her. Finite small claws pierced the undergrowth, she raised to her slim legs. Thick, beautiful fur rippling as her muscles moved to carry her to where the brute was eating. The soft brown of her eyes became a harsh gaze, and even though she wasn't glaring her gaze was chilled, so indifferent and serious it could make someone anxious. She kept her presence unknown, eccentric ears erect, her nose twitched at the overwhelming smell of blood. Feigning ignorance of her disgust she sighed, and re-adjusted her posture so she laid on the ground. Back paws tucked beneath her belly, the sleek fur of twilight ruffled from her position and spilled slightly over the dirt. She stretched her front paws in front of her, the inside of her forelegs tucked into her sides, proud head raised. Her thin claws unsheathed slowly, digging into the earth, however this didn't seem to be an act of aggression for her chilling eyes were calm, playing with the loose dirt on the earth by sheathing and unsheathing her claws in a slow rhythm. Her voice was low and soft, it sounded more mature than she looked, her muzzle having not taken to the whitened fur or shaking bones of an elder cat. "What are you howling for, ball of fur? No one's going to eat there own kind. And a scavenger will be too busy vomiting about this situation to even want the spoils. Wolves committing cannibalism and suicide, inconceivable..." She sighed, not caring if he had heard her, not monitoring the volume of her words or what she was saying. Watching the wolf with remote interest from a group of fronds to his back left, the long blades drooping over her sleek body and dazzling fur.
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Post by Kodiak on Mar 24, 2008 23:17:19 GMT -5
Riot's built figure still hung over the body, his saliva now intertwined with the fascinating red color. His rugged teeth picked messily at the carcass with no minute precision. The brujo's thick tail moved up and down, rather than horizontally, like a lever. Then his massive cranium snapped to the side-unblinking glaring almond orbs set on the dazzling feline. His lids relaxed, teeth inclined as gums were exposed by raised, black lips. No snarl conjured, just a humored countenance. Slices of half chewed wolf remains oozed out between his canine molars. "You wanna play a game, pretty kitty?" Ri's keen ears curved in a swift, round movement to face forward. "Rules are simple-you get outta her hella fast or I'll chew off yer legs and give them a more useful purpose." His tail sprung in a whip-like flick.
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Post by asail on Mar 25, 2008 0:41:46 GMT -5
Starling's left ear flicked, the thick grey fluff gathered at the base of the ear made a small swooping motion as the wind that was conjured lifted the strands of twilight grey. She gave a curt sigh, her temple lowering to the ground, still not moving from her spot. The shade made by the brambles and fronds created cooling atmosphere around her legs and a portion of her back that she was persistent to keep for a while as it refreshed the skin beneath her glossy fur. "Really, and what purpose would that be? Are you going to eat me, I'd like to see you try after stuffing your face, fur ball..." Her voice was straight forward, not mocking like the male or strained from fear of his threat. Her gaze still serious, the chill that rested in them was one of deep thought, like she wasn't even thinking of her words or how to respond, but said what first came to mind like the rest of her brain was too busy to think of an answer. Starling's steady gaze lifted to Riot, folding a forepaw over her opposite, rocking her weight onto her right side to she reclined but didn't completely lay on her side, her scruff rippling at an angle. Her left paw slowly shifted her digits, the lower portion of of the digits holding a cream tinge. "If you're going to talk at least swallow, but then I forget you wolves don't have common courtesy. The only thing that I had adoration for in you wolves was your pride, but now even that is gone. You can't give my legs a useful purpose if you yourself aren't useful or have a purpose. The way I see it someone that kills their own kind for food is lower than useless. But I also figure that perhaps being humane isn't a good taste, perhaps you like to be different, or simply appreciate the blood of your own better. Maybe you just like the look people give you, or something else that thrills you." Starling's brown orbs closed off momentarily as she blinked, a light breeze blew. Unfortunately for her it was downwind, but she wasn't sure if the male could smell her through his blood splattered nostrils. It was a bittersweet smell, sickly but intoxicating, the smell addicting. Her chilled stare became a little harder, a flash of light flickered over the surface of the noble brown. "Speak up when I get it right, fur ball." The light appeared only momentarily until her gaze became chilling and indifferent once again. Her left ear flicked, the digits of her supported forepaw raised and fell in small fidgeting wave.
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Post by Kodiak on Mar 25, 2008 1:04:58 GMT -5
Riot's eyes didn't hesitate to flicker with a gleam. His maw spread open to part his jaws in two before snapping back down in a frisky clamp. "You over analyze things, girlie." His way of talking almost gave his dialect a sense of accent origin. His nostrils flared, clearing away the blood that made bubbles as he breathed. Although such intimidating gestures were being preformed, he still resumed an easy going sentiment. "You think of me as a beast, fine damsel. But of course, I'd be more than welcome to share with you." Rio's tail lashed about, small puffs of dust forming near the ground. "But there's no time for that, m'lady because your uptight a ss is going in my mouth!" Riot's fangs suddenly lunged, propelled by his legs. Right leg placed first, his shorter, handicapped one landing second-completely unaffected by the disadvantage. Although it was a bloody pool around him, the scarlet cream only slid under his paws, making blurry trail but not enough to make his wolven body slip.
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Post by asail on Mar 25, 2008 1:25:26 GMT -5
The cup of Starling's ears veered behind her, a surprised hiss escaping her lips. Her withers lifted, fur around her hackles standing on end as she scurried to her slim legs. Bunching the muscles in her shoulders she pushed herself back, her back legs continuously stepping on the dirt behind her, steadying the back end of her body as her forelegs rose off the ground, the right clearing the earth before the left. The curled tips of her finite ears grazed the uplifted fur on her cheeks, her nose wrinkled and the fur on her temple furrowed as her cool face turned hostile. She stumbled, paws tapping at the dirt to balance her body, her jaw stretched to reveal the depths of her pink throat, another hoarse hiss gurgling from the depths of her throat. "You fool!" She immediately swiped a paw in the brutes direction when she had finally steadied herself, the paw rising high to it would cause more damage than a hit to the leg if it was successful. However, she was not confident it would, it was more of an empty warning, the instinct to confront a foe, but size was against her, enemy crippled or not she would not win the fight. Gathering herself she pivoted, curling her forelegs to her chest and turning on her back legs, swinging her body so she faced oppositein a single agile motion. She made a break for the closest tree in a fast gait, outstretching her legs so her small paws and finite claws could grip onto the bark, muscles tensing for the laborious leap and climb she hoped to receive. Her fur of an early, grey sunrise flashing in the spaces between the fronds and brambles.
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Post by Kodiak on Mar 25, 2008 1:57:31 GMT -5
Rio's teeth clamped shut with a horrific shutter, the jagged teeth making a mortifying noise, as she darted away. Head lowered to point maw to the terrain, charging after her. His large paws conjured uneven thunderous pounding. If Riot saw her swing or not, he was unresponsive as her claws raked across his furry forehead, his jaws clenching tighter together in rage. He sought after her up until the tree, his forelegs sliding to stop him abruptly and his tail lashed fiercely. Ri's fangs however, did not give into the momentum caused by his sudden stop, as the jaws pressed into the bark of the tree on thrusted impact. With monstrous rips he tore messily in bark of the tree, the sap making the rounded foremost part of his muzzle sticky. The tree however, wasn't giving in; Riot's jaws retreated from the heart of the oak and shook violently to the side. Splinters of tree were flung along with dots of his own blood. A snarl erupted and his torso twisted, so that the next time his daggers were planted inside the victimized tree, they were sideways. His heavy paws, one on each side of his head, pushed against the tree, making it emit a unpleasant and unfortunate cracking noise. "Come down and play, snowbell!" His voice muffled under the layers of bark; his saliva bubbling, for his lips remained pressed against the tree.
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Post by asail on Mar 25, 2008 2:38:13 GMT -5
Starling leaped onto the tree, her claws not having the time to sink into the bark as she hauled herself upward. Her short limbs pressing against the bark as shifting in great heaves to pull herself, back paws, the pads faced down onto the rough bark made long, forceful movements, almost like leaps, her forelegs struggling to keep herself steady at the pace. Her forelegs swooping in great swinging motions, applying pressure to the bark then heaving again until she came as high as her strength could hold her, about a few feet above the wolf's jaws. She twisted her head over her shoulder, chin grazing the fur that lined it, stretching open her jaws to hiss irritably. Her hide trembled, forelegs outstretched in front of her, latched into the bark, back legs positioned beneath her belly, claws seizing the tree. She continued to hiss, her face capturing an awful glare, muzzle wrinkled in hostility. "God forsaken furball!" Her right paw slipped, she spat with surprise, turning her head back to the tree and running her paw along the length of the tree searching for a grip. This wasn't good, she was heavier than the kitten she was years ago when climbing trees was nothing, now that her body weight was greater her limbs couldn't possibly hold her up for long, she could feel the oxygen drain from them, her forelegs already trembling. Starling clenched her eyes, taking in a quick inhale before turning her head back round, her gaze hard. She pushed off the tree quickly in a snap of energy. Her forelegs cleared the bark, claws overstretched and limbs elongated to their full extent. Her back legs then gave the final push, the front half of her body already twisting over her back legs in Riot's direction. She hissed, lips pulling away to expose her white canines, adding more grooves to the contours of her face. "My name is Starling!" She spat. If she was too slow she knew she would die, if she was quick enough her claws would pierce the skin of Riot's face. Forepaws aimed for his temple or eyes, the back paws that would follow would mostly land on his jaws and muzzle, hoping to slip her legs along the length of his jaw and attack his throat. However, Starling was not hopeful of this, she knew her small claws wouldn't do much considering a thick wolf's fur. Yet she choose to descend and take her chances rather than waiting to fall off the tree, being mocked. Her withers standing on end, hackles fluffy with raised fur, her sleek grey figure now fully aggresive towards something twice her size.
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Post by Kodiak on Mar 25, 2008 3:29:53 GMT -5
Riot's eyes swerved upward to lock onto the leaping feline, the ripples across his maw caused by his tensing lips wavered. He did not expect her to desert her air haven, and in reflex he pulled away from the tree but did not release his grip. It was a meaningless tug; thrashing about Rio was. His gums squirted fresh blood, the roots popping. He felt claws infiltrate his fur and subsequently gouge into his hide and his senses returned to him. Riot's clamp was removed, the painful crunch of the tree cut off. A tongue littered in bark chunks exposed itself from open jaws. The mouth conjured a eerie yowl, enshrouded by distinctive fury. Although most of her strikes were absorbed by his messy fur, some signs of irritated skin and bleeding was invisible under the hair. Rio slipped away from her, to break the quarrel thus avoiding the throat attack. His massive hindquarters pushed off the tree, making it crack and lean sideways, unbalanced from the front side massacre. Maw broke apart to reveal two sets of canine weapons. There was an sudden huff as abrupt dust intoxicated the air. Only Riot's large body could conjure such stir, and indeed he had hit the ground. A smaller almost more delicate wolven craned over him, back arched and paws pushing on his neck and forehead. Before the new comer could do anything further, Riot's heavy build erupted beneath it with a frenzy of paws. The wolf, a femme, stumbled off of Rio accidentally and found herself being caught on the side of her cranium with the back of his paw. She fell onto her shoulder and Riot was instantly on her, before he could examine who it was. Steady build hung over her and his jaws lunged toward her skull. Dirt stung his eyes as she slipped nimbly underneath him, biting his ankle as she exited his hind quarters and yanking him onto the ground. Riot snarled through clenched teeth and, as she slid him across the ground, repelled from the ground with a swing. She was bombarded with his enormous weight, and her delicate creamy white fur ruptured with blood. His paw held the bottom of her up-turned jaw in place as his daggers burrowed into her chest just beneath her throat. His narrow snout bumped against a silver collar that was displayed around the circumference of her neck. She closed her eyes and a whimper was all she could painfully force out.
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Post by asail on Mar 25, 2008 23:45:33 GMT -5
Starling yowled, the noise chopped and broken as she tumbled onto the floor, the energy her body had gathered causing her to roll a ways before she broke the tumble by latching onto the earth with her paws, the turf slipping through her finite claws once or twice before she skidded to a halt. She opened her jaws to hiss expecting the brute when her ears flicked, their posture now erect. She scrambled to her feet, stumbling a little as she was still dizzy from her roll. Rubble and dead leaves sticking to her thick sleek fur. She wasn't one to use energy unnecessarily, so she pivoted once more on her petite hackles, her flexible back arching so she flipped and ran, not even concerned about the white wolf's condition or position in the battle. In Starling's view she had attacked on her own will and therefore didn't need a thank you or assistance. She recovered her gait, her limbs in great leaps, heart a hum in her chest from its fast pace. Her elongated, speedy ascent through the forest took her over rocks and through over turned moldy logs. Panting heavily, chest heaving as her soft pads continued to thunder on the grass blades below her. Startled prey scurrying from their hiding place by her noise.
A young male laid beside the broken female, his expression hard to read. Fluffy tail still beside his red tinged feet. The array of colors on his fur was strange, the black from withers to tail tip, and the burned red fur that captured his pelt, black marked ears stretching longer than a normal wolves. The eccentric pelted wolf, Redarah, stared down sadly at the bleeding female at his side. Not showing any disgust from her grotesque positions, but not showing sympathy or empathy for her either. A more accurate description for the look in his frosty, pale blue eyes would be disappointment or defeat. When he spoke his young, firm voice mirrored his eyes. "Why did you do it?" Yet he was not answered, the females bottom jaw drooped, the tongue lolling further as the last convulsion seized her, more of the hot, sticky blood emerging from her throat. Redarah's black marked ears pivoted on their base, the cup of the ear heading into his layered, fuzzy red fur. He smelled of musk, like late rain yet there was another smell, stranger and stronger lingering in his pelt. Large paws held by skinny forelegs laying beside the other, his scar less exterior added to the convey of his youth. His ears flicked, correcting themselves to face up as a silver blur darted past, his head motioned quick to follow the blur, eyes wide. He blinked slowly, head in the direction the blur left to. He laid there for a moment, then brushed the situation off by turning his head back to the dead female beside him.
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Post by Kodiak on Mar 26, 2008 1:33:50 GMT -5
Riot didn't notice Starling had dismissed herself, as it was stealthy and he was preoccupied. He laid his body onto Stan's, his weight impressive. "Why did you come at me? It's not like yer doing to act upon such a instinct." Her paws pushed at his throat meekly but it was useless. He latched onto her throat swiftly and slammed her onto the ground which felt oddly different to Tristan. A loud crunch gave away the secret and the thick, putrid smell infiltrated Stan's nostrils. Warm organs burst under her thrusted weight and cracked ribs pierced her hide. She felt Riot's rank tongue caress her bleeding wound and her eyes squeezed shut. The smell of the carcass was making her greatly sick and she let out a hopeless howl of despair.
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Post by asail on Mar 27, 2008 0:53:52 GMT -5
Redarah's gait was a brisk walk, the low branches of forest trees caressing his shoulders and hide. His previously adverted ears pivoted so they became erect, his narrow cranium lifting to scent the air, gaping his mouth an inch to collect it better on his tongue, lifting his left paw as he did so. Mulch dropped from the black pads on his paws as the pressure was lifting, the serene scents of the forest giving ways to a peculiar smell. One of his black marked ears gave a twitch as strange sounds came to his ears, filtering them through the bird calls and rustling brush. The sounds swam in the veins of his ears before they became apparent, Redarah headed in the direction of the sounds. His gait slowed to a steady trot as he came to the two wolves, his eyes registering the scene before his lips curled back to revel glistening fangs, his youth stripping them of the yellowing effect of age. The opening of his ears burrowed into his eccentric red tinged fur. He never stopped from his gait, his slowed speed increasing velocity in an instant as his limbs spread over the turf. He hurled himself at the red brute, he knew it wasn't his place to intrude on the affair, but he couldn't help himself. His body was smaller than the brutes, the average size of a young male with the tough shoulders and slim ankles leading to large paws. Redarah didn't use his teeth, but would use the force of his body by literally throwing himself into the male's size, snarling. His growl wasn't that impressive, it was a noise, it was menacing, and that was about it. He wasn't that balanced either so even if he did manage to throw Riot off he would probably fall off somewhere as well, with his fluffy red and black tail flailing behind him.
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Post by Kodiak on Mar 31, 2008 0:59:58 GMT -5
The fact that Riot was caught unaware made it hard for his unproportioned legs to catch themselves and he stumbled side ways, eventually tripping over his sister's spread body. His beastly eyes locked on the new target with mutual anger. Those almond eyes watched the wolf while he probably was losing balance himself and his tongue slipped across off white fangs. Clear, drool lolled from his tongue as he ducked it back behind broken canines. Tristan was beginning to rise with a reluctant lift of her cranium. The muscles pulling at her chest to pull her up made her body shake as she lifted, but no whimpers escaped her tender throat. The mahogany shades of brown listed across her back were decorated in blotches of foreign wolven blood and flakes of other matter she did not wish to know. Stan's torso shifted side to side in a swift shaking motion to allow particles of blood to disperse from her fur, making it look somewhat spiked and messy. Lips curled to present fangs of her own designed in a delicate white. An incredibly intimidating snarl erupted from her throat, leaving a masculine touch at the bottom of each note. Riot glared with unobservant eyes at both his sister and the newcomer and clamped his teeth shut in a bitter growl. ["I'm an alien!" the lad says] With a mighty swoop of his tail to the side he departed, slow heavy paws bringing him past the victimized tree. Stan kept her teeth bared for a few more moments until she was comfortable enough to drop her lips over her fangs. She stepped tenderly away from the corpse, her paws feeling sticky with the hot blood. Stan fell down onto her belly with one ungraceful drop, her ears pressed flat and although she didn't seem too hurt she pressed her body closer to the ground. She was being submissive to the brujo that assisted her, although he was rather young. It was odd-her monotonous time spent with the humans made her natural instincts undeveloped. She wasn't quite sure yet why her sibling retreated, but she felt an odd stir of disturbance emotionally. Her famine eyes gazed drearily at Redarah, her tail curling like a husky's at the base of her flanks.
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