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Post by daina on Oct 20, 2007 16:29:52 GMT -5
The moon was high up, the horns of its crescent sharp as teeth. But even though it held the weapons of wolves, the moon gingerly spilled its light evenly onto the land without destruction. There were only a few clouds in the sky, so the stars very visible from the ground.
The tall grass in the meadow moved with the breeze like wavesw on an ocean. It was a perfect place for hiding, sleeping, or just walking. That's exactly what a grey shape was doing as it moved across the sea of moving green. The grass was high enough that a human could only see the creature's back and hind shoulders.
Luin knew not where she was going tonight. That morning, she was about to set out to help put out the large fire headed toward the White Mist pack, but word had reached her that is was done already. So now Luin decided to walk in the meadow. This territory was rogue, and she could not be told off here. Even if she was, she'd be ready to challenge the opposer.
The grass felt silkier at night than in the day, as Luin thought. Her paws felt more relaxed when she walked on the long blades. Keeping her ears, eyes, and nose alert, the wolf kept making her way across the meadow.
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Post by yetigirl on Oct 21, 2007 20:33:15 GMT -5
Noah was there playing. He was unpredictable right now, never knowing where he would show up. He just had 10 leaves of wolf-nip and was really crazy.
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Post by Acacia on Oct 23, 2007 13:28:43 GMT -5
Cursico loped easily through the meadow, pausing every now and then to roll in the sweetly pungent wild flowers. It had been many nights since he had seen Sweet Tangarine.
Running beneath the watchfull gaze of the moon, he felt free and all thoughts of missing Tangarine were momentarily forgotton as he was swept away in the ecstacy of feeling his powerfully muscled and limber legs carry him swiftly in a gait that felt as if he were flying.
He came to a halt, his sleek flanks heaving slightly from his excursion. He shook his proud handsome head, there was a disturbance in the still beautiful night, there was something not quite right.
He scented the air, dismissing the scents of the night and the meadow, beneath the smell of the flowers he caught the faint scent of wolf-nip and even weaker was the scent of a brute and a fae. He was sure that if the wind had not been blowing the musks straight too his keen nose he would have missed them.
he started forward at a stealthy pace, his senses on red alert for any sign of distress, his hackles automatically rising and a low growl erupting in his throat, he was sure that if it was indeed wolf nip that he smelt with the brutes scent the fae may well be in trouble.
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Post by daina on Oct 23, 2007 19:18:28 GMT -5
At the sound of the growl, Luin stopped short. She wasn't in the mood for trouble and this part of the forest was free for her to roam in, so there should be no trouble in the first place.
Sniffing the air, she picked up the sent of another wolf. Luin shrugged in her mind and decided to move along with her walking. If someone wanted to make deal out of her walking in a rogue area, they would have to deal with her claws.
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Post by Acacia on Oct 24, 2007 12:46:51 GMT -5
Cursico scanned the meadow for any sight of the two wolves.
slowly his hackles lowered and he took a deep breath, he was really on edge he needed to see sweet tangerine.
But the smell of wolf nip clung to the air stubornly and he didn't like it at all, wolf nip could be used to cure lung diseases but it was also used to calm down wolves, he did not like the idea of a mad wolf running around the meadows especiually when he could smell the alluring scent of a fae.
he caught a glimspe of movement in the corner of his eye, there was a silhuete ((spelling?)) of a wolf in the distance. he could not be sure whether or not it was the fae.
He eventually decided to follow the wolf at a distance, just to be sure that it wasn't the wolf nip brute stalking the fae, or that it was the fae being stalked by the mad brute.
and it wasn't like he had anything better to do.
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Post by daina on Oct 24, 2007 16:06:08 GMT -5
Now the scent of wolf was very strong to Luin. The fae went on for a few more yards and thought that she heard the sound of feint pawsteps.
Luin stopped. She did not like being followed and had right enough to know who it was that was following. Keeping her eyes and ears alert, Luin called out, "I don't appreciate you stalking me, whoever you are. These are free grounds and no sides are taken here without reason."
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Post by yetigirl on Oct 24, 2007 16:24:59 GMT -5
Noah heard the voice and realized there were other wolves in this meadow. He burst out laughing for no reason. The wolf-nip was really starting to kick in. He rolled around on his back like a turtle.
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Post by daina on Oct 27, 2007 15:03:53 GMT -5
At the sound of laughter now, Luin dropped beneath the tall grass for coverage. She listened to the earth, feeling the vibrations, for the source of the sound. There were two wolves around, obviously. She could tell because the one following was behind her and the one laughing was somewhere a bit far off, a brute from his voice.
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