Scent On The Wind

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-Opeen. But puh-leasee. Only post if you can post at least two decenttt paragraphs, or match mine. Muchas graciass.


The sun was barely rising over the horizon, the sky barely starting to brighten up as the sun rose to wake up the world. The air was cool and crisp, the soft gross between his webbed toes was cold and damp from the moisture in the air. Most of the world was still at sleep, and would be until the sun had successfully risen over the horizon and into the sky for the world to see. No doubt, soon the rooster would be sounding its wake up call from atop the barn. Then the farms would all awake, the sheep would be taken out, and the animals would all be awaken by the farmer and fed. The cows would be milked, and the eggs would be taken away from the chickens. All would be done just to feed the family living in the house on the farm. It was a simple existence, really.

The small coonhound trudged along through the wet grass, his head held low as he ambled on. It was quite the miserable existence; he had never felt so low in his life. He had been alone now for a week, and so far, he wasn’t doing so well. Luke new nothing of living on his own, and for that, he suffered. Somehow, his spirits remained high though, even in such a bad situation. Luke decided that he needed to find home again, and somehow get inside to the big bag of dog food. Then he could fill himself with food and he’d be on top of the world again.

The only problem was that he really had no idea where he was. His wandering had led him to the farmlands, but he couldn’t just as a chicken how to get to town. They wouldn’t know, or understand him! Besides, he would probably just scare the heck out of those poor little chickens. The pups little black nose wiggled as he lifted it to the sky, his chest expanding as he inhaled deeply. There was so many foreign scents to him, and he didn’t know what a lot of them were. The grass had its own scent, just like the trees, the wood fences, and the dirt.

The long thin tail behind him swayed slowly to and fro as he walked along across the farmlands. Luke decided to hone in on a scent, and track it down. Just like he had been taught to before his owner was killed. The little skull of the pup lowered, black nose lowering to the ground as inhaled once more. There was definitely a trail of some creature, it had passed by not too long ago. Luke wasn’t sure what it was, but he didn’t care. It was an adventure, and the little pup couldn’t let the possibility of a grand adventure pass by!

Quickly, the little pup’s limbs were put into motion, paws squishing in the soft earth as he picked up his pace. He was on the hunt, of something, a creature of some sort! The long tail began to sway faster and faster behind him as he half ran, following the scent. Suddenly, he paused and tilted his muzzle up to the sky and let out a long howl, letting the note carry out until he had exhaled all the air in his lungs.

Then the hunt was back on!

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OOC: Coming in with Molly. :] Hope it's acceptable ;o

It was just before daybreak as Molly happily trotted to the chicken pens. Her bad leg didn't bother her smooth long gait much, only adding a certain heaviness to it. She certainly wasn't as graceful nor fast as she was, but she didn't need those for her breakfast meal today. She panted happily, looking forward to the all too easy meal she would have. When she caught sight of the pen, she slowed to a walk. Those birds weren't fully awake yet, just starting to cluck. Her eyes roamed over the pen, planning how to successfully get her meal: eggs. The humans hadn't come to collect them yet, so it was an easy meal just waiting for her.

She racked her mind for a reasonable plan. She would have to stalk up to the cage and sneak under a well-hidden hole beneath the pen fence to get in. All this before the hens woke up or else the delicious prospect of eggs in the morning would be ruined.

Molly silently advanced step by step toward the hen house, her eyes watching hawk-like for any signs of her plans going awry. Her paws gently padded down on the grass and soil preventing any loud foreign noises. Her black wet nose twitched as she smelled the musk and dust of the chickens and their nests. Her mouth watered at the thought and she swallowed, her stomach growing hungry closer she came to the pen. She slid halfway under the fence, her nose peeking out, checking the air, before her face and then the rest of her passed through. Damp dirt soiled her clean ivory coat, but she didn't bother shaking it off fearing that it would awake the birds. All her senses seemed to amplify as she came closer...and closer to the hen house. She was almost there to reaching her prize. She could even see the hen's eyes, blinking sleepily. She. Was. So. Close.

All went into a chaos of feathers, dust, birds, and straw when a howl trumpeted over the farm. Surprised by the sudden explosion of commotion, the Fae instantly killed two fat hens that came flying toward her open maw. Quickly gathering her impromptu meal with her teeth, Molly escaped from the pen quick as possible. She was angry. Her easy meal of eggs turned messy. Now there was visible blood in the pen and her obvious tracks when she hurried to escape, alarming the humans of her intrusion.

To vent her anger and to prepare her meal, Molly bit down firmly on the hens' necks and shook them vigorously. White and brown feather and down floated in the air as she finished plucking manually using her mouth with surprising dexterity. Molly was picky with her food, especially birds. That's why she tended to go for more cleaner and easier meals like eggs. But today's planned morning meal had gone bad and she ended up with two overfed, fat hens instead. But to a stray, waste not, want not. Her pearls tore in to the breast of the first hen, piercing the delicate skin and letting crimson blood dye her maw an ominous red.

[fell]

ooc: YAY! =] Yeah its totally acceptable! =]

The scent was getting stronger, and from experience that meant he was getting closer to his goal. The trail was leading him away from the farmlands, though. Whatever it was, it had passed through and continued on its way. Luke could only wonder what the creature was, he really had no idea. There were millions of animals in the world, and he had only gotten to scent a few of them up close. These select animals being other dogs, squirrels, a bear, and a couple raccoons. Whatever this animal was, he didn’t recognize the scent, which made him even more excited to figure it out. Hopefully it wasn’t something dangerous, because he would be in for it if it happened to be something larger than him.

Suddenly, his thoughts were broken by a howl ringing through the area. Immediately, the little skull of the pup lifted, large ears pricking up. It sounded as though it had came from the direction of the farm he had just passed through. Turning himself around, Luke looked back at the farm. Dark pools looked over it, watching and waiting to see if anything else would happen. Following the howl came uproar from what looked like the chicken pen, clucking and birds screaming from the little building.

Following the chaotic noises, a white dog suddenly appeared out of the fray and shot off with something in her jaws. Front paws moved the pup foreword, his head lifted as he tried to spy what was in the dog’s teeth. It looked dead, and Luke could only guess that it was a chicken. It would only make sense, since the dog seemed to just bolt right on out of the chicken pen. His long tail swayed slightly as he took yet another step foreword. Slowly he began to walk foreword towards the chicken pen, to get a better look and fill his curiosity. There was blood everywhere on the ground outside the pen, the trail following the white dog that had dashed off with breakfast.

Luke’s nose dropped to the ground, wiggling as he inhaled the scent of the dog and the blood of the dead chickens. The dog was a female, that’s for sure, and she definitely had killed one chicken at least. Moving around a pool of blood, Luke sniffed and continued to take in the scent. That was, until a human ran out from the house with a big shiny stick. Luke knew what it was, because his human use to have one and he used it to take life from the animals they hunted. Luke immediately took off, following the trail of blood as the human loaded the shotgun.

There was a loud crack as the gun was fired, the bullet missing by a mere inch or two as the coonhound jumped to the side. A yelp escaped the pup, out of mere surprise that he had just gotten shot at for something he didn’t even do. How could humans be so cruel!? He hadn’t even DONE it and he was getting blamed for it! Glancing back, the human had set down the shiny stick and was going to see the damage done at the chicken pen. Luke then returned his attention to where he ran, his chest heaving as he slowed down and halted motion just feet before the white dog. Was she even friendly? Luke’s stomach loud out a rumble as he watched the big white dog feast.