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Hunting
Feb 8, 2008 12:47:03 GMT -5
Post by Azriel on Feb 8, 2008 12:47:03 GMT -5
Black, betrayed by white he crouched. True, usually he had his pack with him, but for now he preferred a solitary hunt. Racing through the feild toward the rabbit hidden there, it didn't take much to close his jaws around the animal and taste it's blood. Cruel? Not in this world. Sure, he could go elsewhere and eat at a shop in the city, but the adrenaline of the hunt was so much more rewarding.
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Hunting
Feb 8, 2008 13:00:52 GMT -5
Post by makiro on Feb 8, 2008 13:00:52 GMT -5
Quietly the coyote had been stalking the same rabbit and had just gone to attack when a large vlack two faced wold, jumped in front of him and stole his prey, he lowered his head, ears back aggressively, glaring at the stolen meat. He growled at the larger canine, come to think of it, a fight would be even more rewarding than a hunt.
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Hunting
Feb 8, 2008 13:09:47 GMT -5
Post by Azriel on Feb 8, 2008 13:09:47 GMT -5
A challenge? Over such a small prey? Even so did this mut know who he was dealing with? Apparently not, either way the idea set Azriel's mind to kill. He stood ove the well-eaten carcuss and bared his bloody maw and teeth to the other brute.
"Back off," he growled, stepping forward, his form apparently larger than the coyote's, "I said, back off!" All at one his large maw lurched for the coyote, hoing to catch the fur of his neck in his jaws. His large body would be enough to send the dog to the ground and pin him. He shouldn't have messed with Azriel. He knew not what demons he would wake.
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Hunting
Feb 8, 2008 13:14:19 GMT -5
Post by makiro on Feb 8, 2008 13:14:19 GMT -5
Maybe he didn't know, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try. The wolf was clearly menacing and posessive of his prey, and that wouldn't stor Makiro, oh no. When the wolf lurched to him the coyote leaped aside and behind him, picking up the half-eaten rabbit and taking off accross the meadow. He hoped the brute would follow.
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Hunting
Feb 8, 2008 13:18:53 GMT -5
Post by Azriel on Feb 8, 2008 13:18:53 GMT -5
Taking an alpha's food was simply not done, especially this one. He took off immediatley catching the mut before he could escape, but insted of going for the food, he went for the thief, this time, much too close to miss and tried to bodyslam and bite the theif into the ground. He would pay for that. Azriel was growling wildy, his eyes crazed with anger, but not enough to loose his senses. Regardles he would teach this mut his place, and began making the effort to tear into his flesh.
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Hunting
Feb 8, 2008 13:26:55 GMT -5
Post by makiro on Feb 8, 2008 13:26:55 GMT -5
A yelp was heard as the large wolf tackled him and the prey fell from his w\mouth, as much as he tried, he couldn't avoid his jaws and growled in return as the blood began to pour from the wounds, but he fought back. His jaws tearing at the wolf's flash as well, fighting to get to his feet again, snapping at his with all his might. It seemed the brute had forgotten the prey, when that was all Makiro wanted in the first place...plus the fight.
Finally getting to his feet he kept the distance between them close and edged the fight back toward the rabbit. He sacrificed a paw to the wolf's jaws to once again grab the meat, satisfied in seeing the blood on the wolf from the wounds he caused. He wasn't looking to win, just to say he had fought with such a large powerful animal, and lived to get away.
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Hunting
Feb 8, 2008 13:32:49 GMT -5
Post by Azriel on Feb 8, 2008 13:32:49 GMT -5
With the crunch of the coyote's paw in his maw and the following yelp he barely let up to watch the creature limp off into the woods with the half-eaten prey. A wiser wolf would have just let it go and found somethign else. But not Azriel, he wanted this Coyote dead, and wouldn't stop until he was.
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Hunting
Feb 8, 2008 13:39:00 GMT -5
Post by makiro on Feb 8, 2008 13:39:00 GMT -5
(ill finish this back in Teneka's thread)
He wrenched himself away with a snap at the wolf's face, staining the white half with blood and hoped to momentarily blind the wolf, Long enough for him to get away. His agile frame took off, blood trail and all into the forest and far way. Ignoring the pain of his broken paw until he was well away. He then stopped to eat the remains of his spoils and, senscing the wolf's pursuit took off back to the camp. He wouldn't attack in front of so many, and if he didn't follow then Makiro would certainly hide himself back in the cart and tend to his ingured paw...and all the bite-marks everywhere else.
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Hunting
Feb 8, 2008 13:50:33 GMT -5
Post by Azriel on Feb 8, 2008 13:50:33 GMT -5
(kay)
Azriel decided not to follow, too drunk on the blood of his victim to care any longer contrary to his prievious resolution. Not to mention by the time he had been able to paw the blood from his eyes the coyote was gone, and he decided the scent of the coyote would be too fowl to follow anyway. The victor? No, neither were, though he guessed the coyote would find himself special, and he turned to walk, virtually unharmed back to the meadow to find larger prey.
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Hunting
Feb 10, 2008 15:45:39 GMT -5
Post by tarakami on Feb 10, 2008 15:45:39 GMT -5
Tarakami watched the fight with interest, but especially the wolf. He knew such knowledge wuold prove useful. 'Interesting,' he said to himself as he trotted the same direction as the wolf, knowing the white would be easy to spot. He didn't want a fight but he did want to know who this wolf was. A scent drafted up to him and he smiled. A deer.... he was hungry so why not. Tarakami smiled as he turned away to follow the scent.
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Hunting
Feb 27, 2008 22:33:17 GMT -5
Post by ourali on Feb 27, 2008 22:33:17 GMT -5
Coasting on the breeze, Ourali followed the scent. There was blood, a scent she was unfamiliar with, then there was a hint of Tarakami's. As though he were here in passing, then the strongest, him, the one she was looking for. She saw Azriel crounched in the snow, hunting. Quickly she landed in a near by tree. "Azriel? May I speak with you, I'm Ourali." She was always polite as possible at first meeting. She ruffled up her feathers agaist the strengthening cold wind.
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Hunting
Feb 29, 2008 22:55:10 GMT -5
Post by Azriel on Feb 29, 2008 22:55:10 GMT -5
He looked up watching her with a glare before her voice broke the icen air.
"Speak," was the only word he gave her and his eyes shifted to the rival, the North Wind pack's alpha. He was immediately tense, moreso now that the white beast was after his prey, and now he was to be stolen in conversation by this bird who desired to speak with him as his dinner made its way into the trap of the other. He growled softly, eyes on the fox, ears angled back to listen to the bird.
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Hunting
Mar 2, 2008 16:58:53 GMT -5
Post by ourali on Mar 2, 2008 16:58:53 GMT -5
She met the wolf's eyes, knowing he was annoyed by her prescence. "I'll try to make it quick, as you seem busy." She didn't want to upset the pack leader. "I was curious, how do you feel about there being more packs forming? I am a friend of Tarakami's and he wanted to know if you would like to speak with him at all about his pack formation."
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Hunting
Mar 3, 2008 14:07:14 GMT -5
Post by Azriel on Mar 3, 2008 14:07:14 GMT -5
"I don't care what he does, my pack is my pack. Rivals are rivals. He can do what he likes, as long as he doesn't try to steal anything that is mine." He sat down, deciding to let the other have the doe. "I don't want to speak with him about anything." He looked at the bloodstained snow around him, unconciously chuckling a bit. He was half-mad, no femme could survive him and thus his pack would not flourish long, no pups, heh, but no pups, meant no more rivals. His pack was his, and would stay his unless someone managed to kill him. Highly unlikely. So with that confidence...or lack of care, in mind, Azriel could care less about rivals. If they challenged him, he'd kill them, end of story.
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Hunting
Mar 3, 2008 14:32:51 GMT -5
Post by ourali on Mar 3, 2008 14:32:51 GMT -5
Ourali heard him chuckle, she tilted her a head a little confused. "Tarakami has much repect for you. I doubt he would attempt to take anything of yours." She saw the doe bolt after a swift breeze brought her the scent of the wolves. "I'm sure he will be dissappointed that you won't speak to him, but he'll live. It was a pleasure to speak with you." She launched herself from the branch to head back to the city.
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