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Post by Tenkyuu on Jun 10, 2006 18:55:14 GMT -5
A dry wind swept through the lands, rustling the few bushes that marked the boundary of the pack. A fiery orb beat down from the sapphire sky, almost glaring down upon mother earth. Silver mitts treaded the crusty dirt, feeling the sun warmed soil crunch beneath commanding paws. Frosty pools of burgundy fire twinkled and blinked under the sun's glare. A speckled vulpine dog emerged as if from no where, his gait swift but not hurried. A few scars daunted his frame, yet not spoiling good looks. Dark nostrils flared and his snout wrinkled up in a cringe as the pungent odor of many dogs hit his senses. His audits flicked back wards and Faellan felt his fur prickle in slight unease. However, he forced himself to relax, flattening his hackles, assuring himself that he would not be found. The wind was blowing towards him and it carried the mingled scents of the dogs that reside in this land. He would find scent them before they scented him and he would disappear if needed. That was how he liked to travel: with the wind. He came and left as he desired, no hindrance, nothing to hold him back.
The fox-dog hybrid shifted his paws, feeling the heat of the earth against his worn pads and the beam of the sun upon his back.The land and the very air before his gaze seemed to waver and sway with the summer heat. Faellan blinked and lifted his gaze to the heavans, trying to not look directly into the sun as its rays will temporarily blind one. He sniffed, letting the wind carry to him tales of the dogs that haunt the terrain here, knowing that he must gather all possible knowledge of the terre he walks if he were to survive...survival, something he has learned by heart now. Faellan gave a final sniff and brought his face back to level again, rasping his tongue over his hoary maw, tasting the traces of his last meal. He glanced around, studying the fences that littered the land, sometimes pondering how easy they'd be to scale.
Finally, hunger and thirst won out curiosity and caution. With throaty growl, the brute padded on, deeper into the unfamiliar territory. He was well aware of the danger he was placing himself in, but he paid no mind to it. Danger, he had seen it and evaded it too long, times too numerous to count. It didn't matter anymore. He sometimes wondered if anything did, wondered if he himself was any more than a spectre, wandering the land. But the growing dryness on his tongue and the small growls his stomach emitted would not let him forget; no matter what or who you are, you need to eat.
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Post by ~ T r i s s c a r ~ on Jun 11, 2006 12:03:29 GMT -5
The blazing summer heat beat down on the Lord’s lands, drying up grass and forcing prey to hide in the shade of their burrows until it got cool enough to come out to forage. The bushes hid the white pelt of a Blue Heeler mix, at least once he stopped abruptly to lift his muzzle into the air and sniff. An odd scent, both canine and vulpine, came to his nostrils. For a moment the hound’s mind was muddled and confused. Triss? Espio? he thought instinctively. But this smell was definitely male, yet wasn’t as familiar as Espio’s at all. It was a completely individual scent, one you don’t get from staying with the gang.
Cody’s few black spots quivered as his tail began to sway madly in the air. He scratched at the soil a little, then leapt from the brush into the path of the intruder. His brown eyes thoughtful, he began to speak a bit uneasily. “What’s your name and what business do you have on my Lord’s lands?” He smiled at the formal words uttered, then ducked his head a bit sheepishly. This hybrid didn’t look as friendly as some of the other dogs in the gang. He looks almost as mean as Espio, he mused, with a spot of amusement as he remembered the dark brute in the Healing Den with Aphrodies. He stood a little taller, trying to make himself noticed, even if he decided it wasn’t nessecary. Truthfully, he was pretty unsettled by Faellan. This was his first scouting job—which only reminded him off how mixed up the pack had been when Jaegar came around—and he was unsure of how the other male would react.
|| Sucky and short. Meh. || |
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Post by Tenkyuu on Jun 11, 2006 12:34:49 GMT -5
"What is your name and what business do you have on my Lord's lands?" Feeling the fur on the back of his neck prickle, the silver husky mix looked over to the bush that just started speaking. A blue heeler mix leaped out onto the path in front of the canid and stared at him, not exactly acusingly. He seemed uneasy about something and was quivering. The silver hound gave a quiet snort, frosty russet oculars swayed over the dog, observing him for weaknesses and strengths.
"I am called Faellan," He murmured softly, steely tone exposing nothing would render him weak or provide something that this heeler could use against him in the futre, not that he looked like he could, he mused, watching Cody's unease. Faellan paused, letting an intimidating silence fall before continuing. "I have no official business upon your Lord's lands. I am merely here, as I was there last new moon."
He spoke softly and worded his sentences into riddles. Confusion and surprise is the hound's best weapon.
He kneaded the ground, digging his claws into the earth. The sun overhead had drilled its burn into the crusty dirt and the half dog felt this as he stood there. His thirst grew with every second, but though he was thirsty, Faellan never let on. He stood there and gazed at thee white dog with patience and he carried himself humbly but not submissively. He had a right to be here, just like every other hound.
[ooc] Yes, I did steal Lionheart's favorite phrase and tweaked it... >.< Mehh mine was worst
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Post by ~ T r i s s c a r ~ on Jun 11, 2006 15:59:42 GMT -5
|| Sorry; I was typing the post but it got deleted. >.< ||
Cody controlled his quivering and lifted his chin as the dog stated his name. Faellan, he echoed silently. He swung around to face him, growling slightly at the husky mix's words. "I have no official business upon your Lord's lands. I am merely here, as I was there last new moon."
Though the Dalmatian cross was confused out of his mind, he snorted and decided to ignore it. His hackles rose and he strode confidently toward him. "You're tresspassing. The rest of the city is free to you, but in order to hunt in the park, you must be a member of my Lord's gang." His mahogany eyes narrowed, hoping that he had said the right thing. He was unsure of what Tyrant would do in such a situation, but he was never trained to be a scout. He simply did what his instincts told him.
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Post by Tenkyuu on Jun 11, 2006 16:54:13 GMT -5
The silver and red husky gave Cody a piercing look, bugundy oculi dancing half with mock and half was something unrecognizable. As if in response to the warning given by the heeler and dalmation cross, he sat down lazily, resting 'pon his haunches. He eyed the light hued hound, finding him no big threat. Hee snorted and tilted his head, observing the dog like a teacher would observe a student.
"So where is this mighty Lord? Why isn't he here to tell me to get off 'is property, eh?" Faellan asked, the words slipping off his tongue smoothly. There was no venom buried in his tone. He was simply flat of emotions. Faellan, you have the emotional range of a tree stump! His thoughts left the present for a moment and lingered on Zenya, closest he ever got to love. But now, he shook away the thought of the malamute femme and returned his gaze back to the hound in front of him.
Faellan said nothing more, simply watched the brute as if expecting the correct answer to a question. His gaze was not patronizing but some might take it that way anyway. A soft growl rose in his throat like bile but he pushed it down, knowing that a slip-up could make the difference between life and death. He had much practice in outwitting a dog before, but this time it was different. He had not eatan for many days and this hound seemed in obviously better conditions than he.
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Post by ~ T r i s s c a r ~ on Jun 11, 2006 17:02:54 GMT -5
The white dog's coarse fur bristled when Faellan sat down leisurely and asked about where the Top Dog was. He looked around, then trotted over to a broken bush. He sniffed it, but his concentration broke and he backed away. He recognized it to be the same place where the crazed wolf had first struck, nearly taking Espio's life. Cody sighed and turned to Faellan, smirking.
"Our Top Dog has no time for worthless irritations, so he's deeper into territory." He lifed his muzzle and gave him a smug grin, an idea forming instantly in his head. He tipped it to one side and sighed heavily.
"Faellan. You come here to hunt, no?" He wagged his tail, looking as friendly and playful as he always was. "I'm sorry, but if you aren't going to join, you'll have to run off into the city and knock over a few trash cans." He breathed in slowly, detecting a few prey-scents, and indirectly beckoned Faellan to do the same. "Pardon, but can you give me your answer now? I'm fairly hungry, and there's other things to do than deal with trespassers." |
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Post by Tenkyuu on Jun 17, 2006 14:01:00 GMT -5
The silver brute tilted his head as he listened, watching the dalmation cross with amusement. He watched as the canid took a couple deep breath, looking very peculiar indeed, but the temptation was there and he could see no harm in breathing so
Faellan did the same. There were prey scents in the air and he was getting rather hungry. Rolling onto his paws, he observed the hound with hidden curiosity. Snorting, Faellan nodded and gave his tail a swish. Is he trying to feed my hunger? He mused, still watching the cream hued brute. Casting a casual look around, he searched the area for an ambush. He sensed none but the dog's sudden change in attitude was questionable.
"Very well..." He growled, burgundy eyes searching the heeler for any signs of deception. If there was, he played his part well. "But you have not mentioned your own name...nor anything else that enables me to find a grasp on trust...and trust is a large part of pack life, is it not?" He smirked, scrabbling for information. However, he was rather surprised at his own words. Faellan began to wander if he really wanted to join this pack, he had never thought about it before. And what was so bad about tipping a few cans? He'd done it before... He pondered his words, doubting himself for a moment but always keeping a steady gaze on the light toned hound.
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Jun 20, 2006 12:10:10 GMT -5
Thick fawn fur was sleek with sweat, and a salmon tongue lolled heavily from slightly parted jaws. Clawed paws pulled the Mountain Dog's shaggy frame towards the park, and as she neared the fence which seperated it from the busy city she caught a familiar scent, and the hum of conversation.
Reverie paused briefly, cocking a floppy, blonde ear to listen. She recognised the scent as Cody's, and could also smell another, less familiar dog. She growled softly to herself. More newcomers. They had proved themselves to be nothing but trouble.
Reverie cleared the fence in a neat bound before drawing herself up to her full height - which was reasonabley impressive for a female of her breed. Then, she strode from the foliage, dark eyes glinting as they caught the light.
The not-so-distant figures that were Cody and the rogue shimmered slightly in the heat, and Reverie began towards them, banner lofty. She nodded gruffly to Cody before turning to Faellan, who did not seem to be showing any of the usual signs of submission. Instantly, indignance began to bubble within the female, and she dug her claws into the ground, hackles beginning to bristle as she lifted her lip to show the tiniest amount of tooth.
"What are you doing here, trespasser?" Reverie snapped. She didn't think that she might be undermining Cody's authority - the brujo wasn't a very authoritive figure, and Reverie wasn't a very thoughtful femme.
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Post by ~ T r i s s c a r ~ on Jun 21, 2006 18:21:58 GMT -5
[glow=limegreen,2,300]Cody[/glow]
Cody was barely able to sense Faellan’s unease. He smirked again, about to give his name, when the fawn mountain she-dog jumped over the fence and came into view. He scrambled back, knowing how fierce Reverie was . . . She had snapped at him even when she had just awoken from unconsciousness after being healed by Trisscar. That was so long ago . . . Or so it seemed to the Blue Heeler cross.
Cody dipped his head in respect, but wasn’t about to let Reverie take over for a scout. He turned back to the husky mix and said, “I’m Cody.” His voice was anything but friendly, although it wasn’t aggressive, either. He sat down and looked at the large brown female uneasily, wondering if he should let her continue on.
|| I know . . . it’s short . . . ||
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Post by .::Tyrant::. on Jun 22, 2006 11:14:17 GMT -5
ooc: har. Reverie's a bossy-boots. I'll wait for Faellan to post before I do.
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Post by Tenkyuu on Jul 1, 2006 13:05:33 GMT -5
The silver husky mix fought back a heavy growl and turned his empty gaze to the chestnut femme. He eyed her a moment before speaking, taking in her agressive nature and heavy figure. He would do well to not get on her bad side, he mused.
He lifted his muzzle and met her glare evenly, unflinching under her smoldering gaze.
"I..? I am sitting here, m'lady..." He casted a glance at the dalmation and heeler cross, watching his expression. He saw a bit of unease on his part as he submitted easily to the femme.
"...ahh but Cody here is persuading me to join your Lord..." He growled, his tone silky. He watched her reaction now, pondering his own next move. He would wait for her to move first...and then he'll decide.
"What do you say?" He said vaguely, tensing and untensing his muscles as he waited, watched. He saw her hostility and truthfully didn't think much of it. A chihuahua was hostile but you wouldn't fear a chihuahua...he would wait and see about this one. With no intentions of submitting to her, Faellan rose to his paws and dipped his head slightly to her in a formal greeting. There was no hostility in his stare, no true defiance in the way he held himself, but in his eyes there was mischief...spirit that won't be crushed by any means of aggression. He regarded her steadily, never looking away or giving her the idea that he feared her. He stood there, watching them with the expression that he was merely bored.
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