Wolf Creek.

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Silently a figure looked over the area surrounding her. With a small sigh she continued down the road blood still covering her maw, the blood of a house pet. Her nails clicked softly on the road her paws so weathered and tough from the life of a wolf that the feeling of walking on pavement was that of plush carpet to a housedog. Growling lowly her head hung softly, aligning with her spine. Shoulder blades rolled under a thin layer of thick fur, her pelt was even wolf-like, her posture, her behavior, her thinking’s. Everything was that of a wolf, so why the hell was she in this town? A smile graced the bitch’s lips as the soft bubbling from a creek bed was heard. Glancing around she wandered down a small weathered trail and through a bit of forestry.

Breaking from the dense woods she looked around the smile growing larger as she found a stream. Sauntering forward she walked into the water and lay down. Her bright blue eyes closed off to the world, entering her mind and body into a serene state where she focused on the water. The way the water sounded when it hit a mossy stone, the way it surged through her thick pelt and tickled her skin, the difference from the summer’s air and the cool water; all of it was so beautiful in her mind.

One eye slowly cracked open to look about her. Sighing she flipped to her back and then stood. Shaking her thick pelt out she lifted her maw high in the air to signal this was a Wolf area, don’t come near unless you have a death wish, or have a parent with wolf in them. The large femme moved from the water over to the pebbles on the shore and sat down, looking out at the rippling waters with little interest. Oh what this bitch would give to go back home and be accepted no matter what her bloodline was. Besides, her Great-Great-Grandchildren or so would be pure wolf or something, if she mated with a wolf whose pups mated with a wolf and so on down the line. It would take a while but her bloodline would slowly correct itself.

[Kato]

Briar raced down the road. He paws scraping against the asphalt, but she didn't care. She just waned to feel the wind in her fur and the sun in her eyes. Her paws looked like a blur to anybody watching her. She was very speedy for a pup. She had once out-ran humans when she was much younger. She had had to escape the pound, but left her syblings behind, and had no idea where they were. Or even if they were still breathing.

She took a right-turn, paws sliding on the asphalt, tearing her pads more. She felt grass beneath her paws very suddenly. Then, it was gone, replace by mud and rock. She slid on her pads down the bank. gathering speed, Briar tired to stop herself, but couldn't. She slid farther and farther down until, SPLASH! She landed in the water with a loud splash. She surfaced after a minute and doggie-paddled to the shore. She climbed up, fur water droplets dribbling from her fur.

She shoke her plt widley, trying to free it of water. When she stopped shaking, her fur stood on end, making her look like a furball. Just at that moment did she notice Raven, her muzzle to the sky. Briar didn't know what this ment, but figured she meant buisness. Briar flatened herseld agains the bank, not wanting to get into a fight with this much-larger, what was she? A wolf or a dog. Briar didn't know. She did know the she was part wolf, so the fae shouldn't have a problem with her if she as a wolf, right?

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[solisticeofwinter]

I'm Bad

Deep shadows flitted across the emerald grass as something moved deep in the shadows. The sound of breath coming in and out in easy, calm rasps was audible, but only barely, over the rumbling of the creek. It was him. It was Arsenic. Cold hearted and with a twisted black soul, the Doberman lurched from the shadows and stepped into the creek. Lithe and muscular, deep barrel chest puffing as the cold of the stream struck his sleek fur. His eyes the color of a icy ocean glared into the distance. The great seal Doberman submerged his tan colored snout into the running water, tongue lapping at the frigid water spill. After consuming all he needed to replenish his energy, Arsenic licked his leathery tans lips in satisfaction, a thick roping of saliva flowing from his gaping jaws into the crystalline stream water. He waded in the water until he made it through the creek. He shook himself to relieve his coat of the water drops and gave a humble growl to himself..






Suddenly, the scent of two faes struck his nostrils. One young, one older. The scent was delightfully interesting. A pup was lurking in the woodlands too, but it seems as if they weren't together... Perfect.. The thought roped in his mind. He had often pleasured many females in fighting days, for fun or for business. But a lone female was oh so tempting. He lurked under the heavy branches of a spruce and gazed. His steely blue gaze caught sight of a beautiful fae. Her features wolf-like in Arsenic's mind. Her scent was appetizing in his nostrils, his slightly gaped mouth oozing spittle. His nose twitched. The other fae. The pup. He could smell her. He turned his eyes toward her hiding spot. The wolf-fae could not see or scent her, but Arsenic could. He uttered a low growl.




His advances on this fae would take time. She was regal and beautiful, but those bitches were the nastiness; in temper and in mating. Arsenic smiled. But he wasn't too focused on her anymore. The seering ache of his raw wound he had received from Junius ached. But it was small and healing. He hadn't gotten whipped as bad. They both inflicted some equal damage. But his eyes were all for the female, but he kept his presence quiet. If the fae found the pup before he did, he would see the temper shift. He grinned, but kept all emotion from his spaced out blue optics.

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Unfortunately, the pup’s attempt at concealing its presence went badly. She lifted her tail; unknowingly hiding her neck to the male lurking behind her. A small growl flowed from the bitch’s lips and she slowly moved forward as to not scare the pup into hiding. Thankfully, for the pup’s sake she had scented that marvelous bloodline. A weak smile pulled onto her lips as she moved towards the pup in a serene, grace. One that only inhabited creatures used to the workings of nature. Ones used to running through the treacherous valleys and woodlands of the forest.

She moved her nose to gently rest on the pup’s head and she leaned back on her haunches. Looking her over with her own bright blue eyes. Sighing she stood and stretched her body out with a small groan, sitting her body back down onto the pebbles and gently nosing the pup. Anyone who’d want to hurt someone incapable of helping themselves in a battle must be pretty damn sick. She had the thick scents of a stray pack buried within her coat and she marveled the idea of having her own wolf pups for a few seconds before letting out a grunt and walking her forepaws out before laying on her side. With a small chippy nudge to the pup she rolled onto her back, inviting the other baby femme to play with her paws and tug at her ears.

The idea of having her own wolf pup was just so enticing, any pups were adorable in her mind and she wouldn’t mind taking care of this one if need be. She could teach this little pup all there was to know about wolves, about wolf packs, everything. Then they could become vegabonds and move into a real wolf pack. Her tail wagged for once as her pink tongue lolled from her gaping jaws,

“I’m Raven.” She stated looking over the pup, “What’s your name, kid?” she asked not meaning to sound harsh at all, if it sounded that way; that was.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Kato]

As soon as she realized the female was friendly, she calmed down a bit. She didn't let her guard down though, because Thorn had told her not to around unfamiliar dogs. As the wolf-dog-thing nosed her she playfully batted at it. She wasn't to young, but when she was a young pup there had never been play, and had recently been discovering it.

Briar didn't notice the new dog enter the scene, she was to caught up in playing with Raven's nose. When Raven pulled away, she grinned broadly. She heard her name. Raven. It seemed fitting, though Briar didn't understand why. She watched her roll onto her back, and Briar nuck up and attackedone of her forepaws, not trying to cause any damage. Raven had asked her own name. She didn't know if she should give it though. Decided it would be perfectly okay, she took a few steps backward and opened her mouth wide to speak.

"My name is Briar. Trainee in the stray pack." she introduced herself formally, as the warriors in the pack did. Almost immedietly Briar ran foreward and began to play with one of Raven's long ears. It was all good fun.

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[solisticeofwinter]

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Raven let out a small chuckle as the pup acted just like a youngster would. She listened to her introduce herself and couldn’t help but let out laughter as the pup decided to toy with her long ears. The needle-teeth did nothing but tickle as the pup ‘fiercely’ attacked her nose, paws, and peaks. Her eyes looked over this pup for a few seconds only to hear something. A deep growl exited her and she gently pushed the pup over back into her hiding spot.

“Stay here.” She whispered to the pup hoping that she didn’t try to follow.

As she sauntered towards the noise she caught site of a Doberman she hadn’t seen before. She shot a warning glance back to Briar, her mothering instincts making her protective of her wolf pup. A guttural growl exited her bared teeth. She was impressive for a female, and could easily outsmart, or fight off any domestic dog. So it seemed. Her lips pulled back over her ivory knives, tinted a yellowy pink from her days in the wilderness. The blood from Prince’s leg clung to her pelt; her white chest harboring coagulated blood, as well as her muzzle had that irony scent and taste to it still.

Once more she looked back and hoped to god Briar stayed back; which wouldn’t be likely, as pups never stay when told. Simply because their rambunctious little balls of fluff with no fear in anything. Piercing blue optics glared at this male, bracing her for an attack as she viciously lifted her tail and kept her head low to cover her thick throat. When her ‘switch’ of anger was flipped on she virtually had limitless pain tolerance. Her massive claws dug into the ground threateningly, her tail still very high, “Who are you?” She snarled pushing her pink tongue out to greet her long daggers; still showed to this Doberman. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

[solisticeofwinter]

I'm Bad

Thick muzzle encased in entrails of the hare, Arsenic could hear the fae's approach by his swirling pinnacles, sharp and erect. He whipped around quickly, his body in one fluid movement. Hare blood drizzled from his mouth, pouring a river to his chest, ruby liquid soaking to the flesh skin. Hare meat hung from his jaws, raw and red. He swiped a large tongue across his lips, savoring the meat he pushed into his mouth. He swallowed, and looked at the fae before him. She was slightly taller than himself, but an impressive sizing for a fae. His icy blue stare met her own, and he pushed back lips, revealing ivorn shards and thick, cone-like canine teeth with dagger point edges. He glared deeply at Raven, his fur bristling. The skin around his neck was toughened; many years of having it almost ripped off caused the skin to grow back thicker.




He looked at Raven snarled. "My name is unimportant in this life." His aggressive demure was threatening, along with him posture. But glanced quickly at the pup behind the foliage and relaxed a little bit; but visually he was still on the offensive. He looked and stared and Raven before answering. He did not her name, but she reeked of the wilds thing in life. Arsenic had met many wolves and wolf-hybrids. They all died under his paws. He took a step forward, their faces 1 foot apart.

His leather lips moved in a motion.."They call me Arsenic. What's your acquaintance....?" His voice was a low, guarded sentence. He hardly ever released his name to the strays of Harlow. But he decided his presence was known enough. Junius and the rest of the demonic hell-hounds made sure of that. His shoulder twinged at the memory. He bristled, and stood before the fae, awaiting her reply.