The cure has been found! Wolves on Anikira are recovering from the disease and life is moving forward with the promise of pups in many packs. And yet darkness looms on the horizon, daring the creatures of Anikira to relax and allow themselves to get comfortable once more.
I'queyer quickly became almost a safe haven where the black and white mottled femme could let her mind leave. Her home had been destroyed in a fire a while back, and it now started to regrow through the ashes that remained. Her paws as she moved from Aveline to the loner lands, were nearly grey as ashes stirred slightly around her. They had yet to disappear into the land under them in places, but they had long since grown cold.
Her heart always seemed to sink as she looked over her home, but as she lifted her bright colored eyes to the lands that she constantly seem to roam, she slowly felt better. Her tail however, still hung low as did her head. This wasn't home to her, but she still strayed back more often than she should so that she could enjoy the untouched land of the flames that roared that night. Skye's steps were not as bouncy as they normally were now a days, but they still carried her over the lands, careful not to drag paws for too long on ground.
A small twinge in her shoulder resulted Skye to pause momentarily to let it relax, the old singed skin on it still sore here and there. She may not have been as bad off as Maxim, but she still felt it. The mottled creature had made the mistake of looking up at dancing flames that quickly soared further down the tree she had run into after he pushed her out of the way. When the twitching of her shoulder eased, she continued onward, finding a good spot of tall grass that could very easily hide a wolf by now with a bush almost surrounding it, to lie down in.
With her frame closer to the ground, Skye watched the world around her, wondering what would happen if it had met the same fate her home did. At least until something small took off from nearby that had caught her attention. It was then that she stood quickly and took after it, soon catching up to what was a hare. She took into her mouth and returned to her spot, a still form at her paws as she lowered her thinning frame again.
The fire had taken more than Skye's home, it had taken quite a bit of Skye's faith and desire to fend and hunt. She use to love hunting, but now it became scarce for her to take part in. Instead she sometimes ventured past or watched. Not so often did she hunt anymore, but she did here and there to keep herself alive.
[attr="class","pltxt"]The last thing the beast expected was to be disturbed in his rest. After Aurik had run off, Raum chose to bed down in a thicket near a tiny brackish river. The tendrils of sleep clung to his eyelids like gnats, and as he silently peeled them from his corneas, the air itched. He watched as a small bitch caught a tiny hare, traipsing back into the brush, undoubtedly proud of herself. The smell of fresh blood made him salivate, and at the mercy of nature, he reluctantly rose to his paws and stretched, heavy muscle trembling after a long period of stagnation. He’d slept through most of the morning, and the noonday sun was warm against his fur. He’d grown more of a coat, despite the summer heat, from being away from the desert. He mused in a single memory for a moment.
The moment was simple. He and Mara were in the desert, sprawled out in the morning breeze after the night he’d taken her. His hair blew out in tiny tumbleweeds, disappearing like a scuttling beetle blown by the dawn winds. He smiled.
And that was it. The entire memory. Oddly enough, it was one of the first times in his life that Raum felt in complete control, affirmed and belonging. He didn’t think about the Other, he didn’t think of Goliath, and he didn’t think of his mother and siblings. He only thought of the home he’d made for himself. That the three of them had created for one another. It was a rare and fleeting occurrence.
Just as quickly as it came, the memory was gone, and Raum’s stomach grumbled. Instead of searching for his own prey, he walked to the spot where he’d heard the wolf settle down. Breaking through the underbrush, two-hundred pounds of hulking muscle hovered over the small female. He looked at her, wicked and breathtakingly handsome, cutting into her goldenrod irises with unnerving green knives. Without breaking eye contact, he reached down to her paws and snapped the tiny carcass from her, white teeth glittering as they collided, smashing some of its bones in his jaws and swallowing the rest, dropping the hips and hind legs of the hare back at her paws in a tiny bloodsoaked heap with a red and dripping but otherwise charming smile.
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Highly unaware of others nearby, the dual colored wolf nearly jumped to her paws, her eyes wide as she sat up, a growl vibrating in her chest. When her heart and breathing settled after being startled back to the world she lived in, her golden eyes met the green of a more massive male. It was then that her growling lowered, still watching him as he took what she had caught but had not yet eaten. Rather, something she may not eat. Hunger was one thing she was getting good at ignoring again, though it was not a wise idea for her.
"Hope you enjoyed a meal that was free of chasing to you." Though the growl ended in her chest, her voice still carried the majority of it as he dropped part of it back at her feet. "What exactly was it that made you think you could take from another?" Turning her head slightly, Skye thought of laying back down to ease her shoulder again, but her eyes remained on him, ears pinned flat against her skull. She hardly ever even blinked as she watched the thoughtless brute. Though she hadn't moved any further to lower herself back to the ground, she kept her fore leg lifted from the ground again.
She was not too fond of wolves that were, outside of her pack taking what could have fed at least one member of them, and enjoy it for themselves the way this one did. Who did he think he was? And what was he doing here? Sure, it was an unclaimable land, but he did not have the scent of a pack that she was familiar with. So where did he come from? Did he always come up to random wolves with freshly caught prey and steal them? What have him the right to? It was just not right of him to. It wasn't right for anybody to.
[attr="class","pltxt"]Despite the fact that he’d turned on his heels, no longer interested in the bitch before him, the little mottled cretin had the nerve to growl at him, speaking as if she were some almighty pinnacle of moral correctness. Free of chasing to me? he mused, wondering what planet this female had so ungraciously fallen from. Each word the little mess of a wolf spoke made his nose curl up as if there was a terrible smell. She sat back pathetically, ears against her skull and paw raised in the air like a pitiful squirrel.
Raum licked his lips, teeth ghostly white from grinding against bone, and began his slow circle around the sorry figure in a lazy tempo. “Oh, you see, here I was thinking you’d caught it for me,” he responded, his voice resonating deeply, his pitch as smooth as melting caramel. This moment reminded him of his childhood, the way he would torment Castalia into squirming beneath him, her surrender as sweet as the summer rain.
The behemoth circumvented her closely, brushing his tail against her muzzle, his form too large for her to escape his boundary. Raum’s body was more than twice as long as hers when she was sitting, and bulging muscle rippled and curled around her like a serpent. “You were waiting to feed me, weren’t you, little squirrel.” His tone was charming and dangerous, his glistening eyes set on hers at every pass of his circle.
His body felt warm, and some primal instinct churned within him. Every follicle on his body was alight with lightning, and his hips almost bucked despite himself, the fur under his stomach disturbed by the presence of the unmentionable. In his mind’s eye, Raum grabbed her by the neck and forced himself on her, but he shook the vision off. He was hungry for it, that was for sure, but he had been gone from his pack so long, and the last thing he needed was to make an enemy before he even knew the state of his own family. He only hoped that Mara was the first to greet him on the island.
With every heartbeat thrumming in his stomach, he opted instead to aim a paw directly at this female’s tail; not to hurt her, but perhaps to scare her a little, and to wipe away the controlling desire in his form. The beast sighed, shaking his head at her as if she were disappointing him, and moved his nose behind her ear. “Fight for what you have, little squirrel,” he said, his voice so low, it was almost a growl. “Or someone else will take it from you.”
In one smooth, snakelike motion, he moved his paw and slipped to the side, turning his hindquarters to her before taking a look over his shoulder back at her, plastering on an enrapturing smile, eyelids lowered handsomely.
With ears still pinned to her skull, her laps slowly started to twitch as she watched the male encircle her. At least until he spoke again. "Then you thought wrong brute." As her own voice left her eyes narrowed as she still tried to keep her form still. "As for your petty nickname giving, calling me squrriel, is probably a bad idea."
Being called squrriel, to Skye at least, was insult. She hated being called it and hated being referred to one was a bit strike to her. She was far from a helpless squrriel. Far. She may not seem much of a fighter, but she knew how to defend herself pretty well as black laps curled up over sharp canines the closer to her small form that he got.
Something of this male started to annoy Skye with every pass around he took, her still sitting there until his paw touched her tail. With that, she quickly got to her own paws, ignoring the slight pain in her shoulder as her jaws snapped in his direction, her golden yellow eyes alight with anger and a thick growl leaving her chest. The smaller wolf did not approve of the brute that finally stopped circling her, touching a hair on her pelt before he took off. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought it to be in a daring motion, but after watching his movements very carefully, she knew otherwise.
"Squirrels barely fend for themselves or fight what they want. Me though, I am far from a pitiful peice of prey that we feast on for simple snack." The growl was thick as she spoke to the male's back as she watched him walk away, catching what he said when he turned his head to talk over his large, dangerous form. "There will be no next time." She had to speak up with her head still held even, ears flat and laps still curled back. Of there truly was a next time, Skye was sure that he would not catch her off guard again. Not this trip around. That time, she will be better prepared to deal with the monster that dared to call her squirrel.
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