| | Night seeker looked down at the rabbit then back at her and said I see, well try not to hunt so carelessly there isnt a lot of prey this moon cycle so only hunt when hungry |
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| | "Hunting," she stated plainly, nodding towards the rabbit carcass at her paws. Her voice was less hostile, but there was still a skeptical bite to it. |
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| | He looked at the wolf for a bit trying to figure out what he should do next, then he said I am Night seeker, son of winter and lava, now that you know me care to tell why your here? |
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| | Peacemaker saw two more wolves. One that had black wings and the other with a smoke look to them. Then, peacemaker saw a ghost. That was all he was good for. Seeing ghosts. |
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| | Avocet leapt back as the wolf stretched out his dark wings, akin to a raven's. She dropped her rabbit so she could speak clearly, but stood protectively over it.
"I could ask you the same thing," she retorted. Her posture was rigid - she wasn't going to back down. Although the idea of possibly facing off against a winged, probably stronger opponent caused fear to spike under her pelt. |
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| | Night seeker looked at the new wolf and narrowed his eyes trying to figure out if she meant harm who are you! He barked and spread out his wings to make him look bigger |
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| | Peacemaker followed the wolf who he talked to, watching from the skies. He saw another wolf, and thought that they were from the same pack. One smelled of darkseeker, the other neutral. He swooped into a tree to watch. |
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| | Avocet charged forward and clamped her teeth around the rabbit's neck. It fell limp in her jaws. She rose to her full height, chin tilted up, weary yet confident.
Spying a dark shape through the corner of her eye, she looked over. Her gaze landed on another wolf. She tensed, fur fluffing up, her stance stiff. She stood there, not moving. Her hold on her rabbit tightened.
Was this wolf a friend or foe? |
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| | Night seeker heard fighting close by of what sounded like a fox and...wolf? The smell was strong but mixed in with other smells so it was hard to nitpick what was what, then he saw a rabbit running away from something |
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| | Avocet dipped her nose to the ground and absorbed the surrounding scents. There was the faint grassy musk of elk in the air. A whole herd of them, though smaller than usual. Odd. And coming off the scent of the elk, was the bitter tang of sickness. It was potent, and Avocet determined that more than half of the herd must've been ill.
That was even more strange.
But it wasn't going to be her problem; she would simply just pass on the elk altogether. Besides, she didn't feel up to the task of taking down such a formidable opponent.
Avocet perked up as a breeze rolled past and the dusty odor of a rabbit drifted through her nostrils. She didn't think about it, just seized the opportunity and immediately chased the scent trail.
Winding through the undergrowth, weaving past rocks and logs, Avocet landed in the midst of a verdant clearing. Her prey, with its pelt the color of ash, nibbled at a clover.
Avocet crouched and inched closer, and closer... she bunched her muscles, ready to lunge...
Until a fox bumbled out of the clearing, clapping its paws around the rabbit - the fox missed. The rabbit darted away. Luckily, cover was scarce here, so it hadn't been lost for good.
Avocet rushed after the rabbit, forgetting about the fox - or trying to, anyways. Until she saw the red pest was also pursuing her meal.
Avocet growled, slowed her pace to match the fox's, and swung her weight against its side.
The fox, not expecting to get outright rammed, stumbled to the ground in a heap of limbs.
That's what you get, Avocet thought with both resent and triumph.
She then sprung onward at her full speed, making her way back onto the rabbit's path. She was so close, she just needed one boost of speed and she'd have it. She was panting, her legs and shoulders screaming for relief.
Avocet mustered every fiber of strength she had left and charged. |
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| | After he ate the bunny he set off again his stomach still hungry for more meat, *sigh* its going to be a hard year, no fish, or a lot of water, not only that but humans have been leaving dangerous stuff like metal jaws or chokes, maybe it will get better? He said to himself |
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| | Avocet plopped onto the leaf-strewn forest floor and used one of her hindlegs to scratch at the radio collar wrapped around her neck, the feeling foreign and uncomfortable.
Her memories from the past few days were hazy, but the clearest one she could recall was when she crossed an old dirt path. She heard a rumbling noise coming from the right, and before she had time to react, the big monster had barreled into her.
Avocet winced as she thought of the searing pain that shot through her leg as the car came into contact with it.
She blacked out, and the only images she perceived between slipping in and out of consciousness were of a clean, light room and multiple humans towering over her. She had felt her injured leg bound up in something she couldn't name.
Avocet must've slept through her recovery, because when she finally came to her senses, she'd been returned to the wild.
Avocet gave her dark coat a shake, bringing herself to the past, ridding her mind of these memories. She was alive now, and that was all that mattered.
She set off at a brisk pace. It was time to get her life back on track. Maybe she'd hunt a rabbit or something. |
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| | After a bit of searching he finally found a dead bunny halfway eaten but still had meat on it well its better then nothing he thought to himself and started to eat |
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| | "True, I guess." Smoke's Step replies. "But, anyway. What are you doing in lands like this? There's barely enough food for all of us to survive and water just decides when to appear sometimes." |
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| | "Have you seen me?" Peacemaker asked. |
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| | "Really?" Nyxion says with shock. |
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| | "Well, wolves say that to me more than anything," Peacemaker said. |
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| | Nyxion turns her head to the wolf looking at her. "What are you looking at?" She huffed. "Never seen a wolf like me? Well tough luck. You're not gonna get rid of me that fast." |
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| | Peace maker looked up from collecting plants to two wolves, one with brown wings in the sky, the other looking up to the sky. |
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| | Nyxion sees this beautiful wolf with wings fly above her, "Woah! Your wings are so cool!" She shouts to the flying wolf. |
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Fall Month: 2 
Day 
Heavy Rain
