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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 15:26:59 GMT -5
(That sounds good, Juno! That's sort of what I was thinking, haha. Nola'll just keep an eye on the lovely Jack and make sure he doesn't maul anyone(:
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Dec 27, 2023 15:30:48 GMT -5
I'll get something up later, time for the scared puppy to run wild.)
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 27, 2023 15:44:11 GMT -5
(I can tell this is going to make perfect comic material hehe-)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 15:46:44 GMT -5
Something within the wolf wanted to back down, but how could it when it appeared to be challenging it for its prey? She’s not.
It took a few steps away from the carcass and began to circle the female. It did this a few times, scouting for an opening before finding one
With one last snarl, the wolf charged forward with bared teeth, tackling the other wolf to the ground. It pinned her to the ground. No!
(The description was kept short to illustrate the disjointed thinking)
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 15:55:47 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '.
Nola watched carefully as they got to their paws, circling her with untrusting, icy, feral blue eyes. She kept herself neat, prime. Standing idly, waiting for what they'll do, legs ready to make a run for it, and jaws ready to dig in if need be. And the moment they pounced, she'd finally barred her teeth, growling sharply, as they pinned her. It was more of a growl of slight surprise than anything. She let out a quiet, but sharp sound at their claws digging into her skin, teeth barred above her. With a quick breath in, Nola took her own slightly bent back paw, claws bared sharply, and swiftly kicked at the larger wolf's wavering, weaker leg. She could smell the wound, now that she actually took notice of it, and less so of it's unfamiliar scent in general. (I like the idea with the disjointed thinking! It puts it together well. I'm trying to make sure to use their/they're with the wolf, to clash with the 'it' way of thinking.) |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 16:21:02 GMT -5
The wolf let out a pathetic yelp and staggered back, letting go of the female. It’s pale blue eyes flashed a bit of fear and pain before turning hostile once again.
Again it charged, teeth latching onto the other wolf’s foreleg. Stop it! Stop it!
At this point, it didn’t want to injured the other animal badly, only puncturing the limb just so, but the slight taste of blood on its tongue knows it was sending the right message. Don’t steal my prey.
It didn’t care that this wasn’t its territory, but a wolf was entitled to their kill.
(So as you can see, Jack is trying to fight, but the wolf clearly can’t hear/won’t listen)
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 17:06:09 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '. Nola was quick to scramble up, and away from the other wolf's jaws, but the feral made a quick recovery. Their whine, and instant switch like a light towards violence was almost bi-polar. Though she supposes she would fight similarly.. but something in their eyes was odd.Nola's ears flattened, teeth barring when the other wolf sunk their teeth lightly into her leg. Huffing, Nola used the leg they'd latched onto the drag them sharply into their side, keening a quiet sound as it made their teeth dig further into her leg. Once where she wanted them, Nola put a paw onto their shoulder, pushing them down, and snapping her jaws at the back of their neck, grazing their fur with her teeth. A vivid, and stark message. They're a young shifter compared to her, and she is the fully ready to take advantage of that if they try to hurt her further, let alone on her territory. And she also needs to find a way to keep track of them- if not incapacitate him. From their scent being this much closer.. she can tell he's been around the Primal Blood's. So this is one of theirs. On her territory. Feral.
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 17:29:39 GMT -5
Stop!
The wolf went limp, effectively surrendering. It let out a short whimper as it felt its own blood drip down its neck.
It turned its head to look over it shoulder, the best it could with teeth clamped around it. But there was something different about its demeanor. Something about its eyes. Its eyes had a strange look of fear.
Please stop.
Knowing it was beat, it tried to look as submissive as possible.
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 17:37:55 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '. Nola let out a harsh, but quiet breath, hazel eyes on the wolf's slump form. After it went limp, she gave it a keen look over. She'd rather not be tricked, though she doubted a feral wolf would do such a thing. It's not very common for ferals, practically animals, to do such a trick. Carefully, she lifted her paw, ears down, and nose scrunched. It was a stern look. Letting them go, she backed up slowly, before sitting down, her hazel eyes on more life like blue. Less mindless, and instinctual, and more human. Shaking out her fur, and cringing at the taste of his copper blood on her teeth, she glances over them, assessing the damage they both did to each other. His neck isn't too bad, more of a nip to draw blood than anything. With her maneuver to drag him down using his latched on jaw, she managed to tear the wounds on her leg more. But no one is dead, nor severely injured. That's a win, of sorts. Whining quietly, she signals that they can get up, but no more growling or snapping or she won't be so merciful next time. Nor will the wolfsbane in her car. (I love seeing Jack peaking through a bit!) |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 27, 2023 17:56:02 GMT -5
The wolf stood up and scrambled backward out of the way. Its ears were pinned back and eyes still fearful. Then it gave its body a shake. When it was done, it stood up straighter and the more animalistic look was back. But it didn’t attack again. It knew when it was beat. The wolf took a step forward and gave the other wolf a sniff.
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Post by soot on Dec 27, 2023 19:11:42 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '. Nola watched carefully, but politely enough as they backed away, their fear tinged eyes eventually fading towards unrestrained animalistic once more. It's like the shine disappears, the knowing, scared glint, compared to the animalistic need to survive. Nola sighs, stretching her hurt leg slightly, watching with a quirked ear as he takes a step forward, memorizing her scent. She lets him do so, cautiously of course. Nola even lifts her tail, letting the scent gland their be uncovered more to get a cleaner idea of her scent. Once he's gotten a good whiff, she gets to her paws carefully, and takes a few slow, careful steps towards the left. She waits, watching, wondering if he'll follow, or simply go off on his own. If he does, she'll follow, if he follows her? That'd be even better. But for now, she'll figure out where he'll go, and also debate just how to explain her injured arm. It's not too bad, but getting attacked by other shifters always left wounds that lasted longer, and hurt more. So it might take a few days for it to be scot free. |
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Dec 27, 2023 19:23:41 GMT -5
Okay time for the shift.)
After leaving Jack Maria couldn't help but feel like an anchor was weighing her down. She knew the guy said he was dangerous and all, but she didn't like leaving him in such a poor state. However, what really weighed on her was the fact that she didn't know where he was. Every shadow made her cower, like at any minute he could pop out and get her. This fear only got worse as day transitioned into night.
Now she didn't have own personal bogyman, but her inevitable shift into a wolf. The cherry on the top of her existential dreed was one simple thing, SHE GOT LOST IN THE WOODS AGAIN! Seriously, how does this happen twice in one day? More importantly, why did she decide to go through the woods anyways to get home?!
With each step she felt the clock tick on and on until finally the bell rang, the full moon has risen. Stopping in her tracks she could feel only what could be described as lightning flowing through her body. Take the shock one gets from static and multiply it by a billion, that is what she felt right now. Bones snapped and remolded themselves to look that of a canine, her hair turning into fur that covered every inch of her. After what felt like an eternity the teen, now wolf, let out a fear fueled howl before running further into the woods. Yup this night was gonna go well for her.
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 27, 2023 19:37:14 GMT -5
(Would you be open for Maria and Javalle to have an interaction, Blood? I have a few ideas on how things could go, but he’ll mainly just be curious about a young wolf blindly running into his territory! He could possibly make Maria find her way back)
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Dec 27, 2023 20:25:09 GMT -5
Sure)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Dec 27, 2023 22:01:07 GMT -5
(  Came up with this little idea while on the way to work) Few hours into the night: Bruno and his small group of friends were sitting around the body of an elk that they taken down together. They were in the middle of eating it when suddenly a scream echoed behind them. Monty who had walked away to go pee comes racing towards them blood spilling from a ripped ear. "Guys run!" Bruno and the others rise to their feet and walk over to them. "Whoa there buddy what's going on?" One of them asked as he tried to get a look at him. Before Monty could say anything a loud bear like growl pieced the air. Suddenly a huge were-bear goes charging at them. The four shifters just barely managed to get away. Bruno knew right away from the scent that it wasn't anyone from the pack. "Hey if you want the elk it's all yours dude! We don't want any trouble!" Bruno called out. "Oh but we do!" A voice giggled before something large tackles Bruno to the ground and pins him down. What the hell was going on?! "Don't move little primal blood or else I'll rip your little throat out!" The voice purred as the figure digs their claws into his neck. Bruno does his best to keep still as to not anger his assailant. He looks over to see Will wrestling with some kind of feline creature. He couldn't see Tommy but he could hear him snapping his jaws and warning someone to keep back. Monty was cowering nearby begging someone to stay back. The werebear from before slowly lumbers over to them. "Good work everyone. Let's teach these little Primal Bloods a lesson." Before Bruno could say anything everything, he felt claws slash at his back. Last thing he saw before everything went black was a huge bear claw coming down on him. |
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 27, 2023 22:45:29 GMT -5
(Sorry for the late reply, but I'll get something up for Javalle right now! I can incorporate something to do with the rogues later)
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 27, 2023 23:23:36 GMT -5
The beginnings of the evening were mainly spent with Javalle laying his scent across his limited boundary once more. The lynx rubbed his whiskers and scratched across any foliage he could find, trees, shrubs, you name it, before making his way up to his favorite climbing space: the trunk of a mighty elm tree. From there, Javalle could survey a majority of the goings-on in the forest without even having to lift a paw. He gracefully stalked up the elm, leaping from branch to steady branch. They even managed to catch a squirrel, and were enjoying their catch a great deal.
Javalle scanned the sights and smells of the horizon below, from the various shifters prancing about, to a pair of wolves engaging in a brief scuffle before reconciling. Stupid wolves. Javalle privately gloated with a purr, Too busy with their muzzles in the ground to climb. He took an extra bite of fresh squirrel before a pathetic howl pierced his ears.
This cry belonged to be rather young canine from what he could tell. They were racing blindly, hardly paying any kind to their journey, or their destination. In fact, they were heading right this way. A young wolf alone in the forest without their pack spelt imminent doom. He didn't have to be a part of the Primal Bloods to know that. He stopped his meal short and descaled his way down the elm. Once he made his way back to the ground, Javalle draped his tongue over his dense pelt to get rid of the tang of squirrel's blood. The scent of the lost pup was growing stronger now. Javalle had expected things to go awry tonight, but babysitting wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
(I had so much fun writing this one! He's gonna be a babysitter yaayy)
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Dec 27, 2023 23:53:12 GMT -5
Well that is not untrue, just remember you asked for this.)
'Don't stop, stop means scary, scary means saying bye bye to life, I like life!' was all that Maria's panicked mind could think as she blindly ran through the woods. Some part of her told her that this was a bad idea, it was that same one that told her not to go into the woods in the first place. However, fear is stronger than logic and her fear had a megaphone right now. That means for now she was just going to keep moving and hope fate is nice to her for once.
Bursting through a bush Maria only had a moment to take in her surroundings. The main thing that she noticed was the presence of a lynx. However, more importantly was the fact that she was barreling straight towards it real fast!! Quickly she tried to put on the breaks, which did kinda work. If by work they mean trip on her own paws and go tumbling into the dirt and almost crashing into the feline, then yeah big success. With a whimper she instinctively curled into a small ball of fur.
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 28, 2023 0:13:16 GMT -5
(Her method of thinking is everything right now. "Scary means saying bye-bye to life" made me giggle!)
Javalle hardly had a moment to think before a fluffy blur rambunctiously raced towards him. His feline reflexes sprang him into the air for a brief moment before getting out of harm's way. Thankfully the little wolf stopped short before slamming directly into the elm's trunk. He let out a puff of relief (both for himself and the wolf) before cautiously padding up to her.
A little female was crumpled up, shaking from the adrenaline of running for fear life. Her scent was almost palpable, and Javalle forced the fur on his neck to relax. He replied with a small rumble from his throat, his equivalent of asking her if she was okay. He wasn't sure how big the language barrier was between feline and canine, so he would just have to make vague gestures or noises for now. All that mattered is that she was safe back.. With her own kind, before daybreak.
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Post by Junospower on Dec 28, 2023 1:36:34 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '. Nola watched carefully, but politely enough as they backed away, their fear tinged eyes eventually fading towards unrestrained animalistic once more. It's like the shine disappears, the knowing, scared glint, compared to the animalistic need to survive. Nola sighs, stretching her hurt leg slightly, watching with a quirked ear as he takes a step forward, memorizing her scent. She lets him do so, cautiously of course. Nola even lifts her tail, letting the scent gland their be uncovered more to get a cleaner idea of her scent. Once he's gotten a good whiff, she gets to her paws carefully, and takes a few slow, careful steps towards the left. She waits, watching, wondering if he'll follow, or simply go off on his own. If he does, she'll follow, if he follows her? That'd be even better. But for now, she'll figure out where he'll go, and also debate just how to explain her injured arm. It's not too bad, but getting attacked by other shifters always left wounds that lasted longer, and hurt more. So it might take a few days for it to be scot free. It watched the female with narrow eyes, a low growl of warning in a feudal attempt to discourage her from attacking. But the way she looked at it, like the female wanted it to follow. It seems it was allowed to be in the other wolf’s territory. Fine. So long as it’s allowed to hunt, it could bide by their rules. With a huff of its breath, the wolf stood back up to follow. |
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Post by bloodrosepelt on Dec 28, 2023 23:20:22 GMT -5
Is she dead, no she could still feel her heart beating in his chest so that means that she was still alive. Maybe this cat wasn't going to hurt her, maybe it was a nice kitty? Maria slowly opened one of her eyes to look at the lynx. At the feline's rumble she did cower a little bit. It didn't sound like a "I am about to eat your liver" kind of rumble, but what does she know she doesn't speak cat. She felt like it might be asking if she was okay.
Maria thought for a moment, how should she reply? With a slight whimpering yip she tried to convey that no she was not okay. Honestly she felt like an idiot for doing this. Here she was talking to some random lynx, who might still use her as a scratching post, and opening her up to pain. Oh she is so not telling her family about this if she makes it home.
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Post by Junospower on Dec 28, 2023 23:21:26 GMT -5
(I adore her inner thoughts so much)
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 28, 2023 23:46:49 GMT -5
Noticing the pup was still shaking, Javalle attempted to give her a bit of distance to show that he wasn't a threat. At least they were able to force some sort of noise out, but the lynx didn't think that whimper sounded very reassuring. He tipped his head to the side, and after a moment's thought he scaled back up the elm tree again. Perhaps this stranger would be willing to open up after a quick meal. He would have to be quick about it though, in case the canine still had enough energy to make a daring escape.
There! Glancing upwards, he spotted the squirrel carcass they abandoned on his perch. After a couple of bounds, they made it over and scooped his catch in their jaws. Guess an unfinished meal would have to settle for now; he didn't think he would have time to catch another one. Even if he did, he didn't like taking any more prey than he needed. He made it back to the ground once more, and laid the prey besides the wolf's muzzle. He hoped it didn't carry too much of his scent. Afterwards, he took a couple of paces back and gave a higher pitched, more inviting trill. It's alright. I'm not gonna getcha, I just want to make sure you're safe.
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Post by soot on Dec 29, 2023 19:45:21 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '. Nola's eyes softened suddenly as she watched over the feral wolf. The feeling of a loss of control is never pretty, and she's sure he'll not feel very great by morning. Having a loss of control makes the aftereffects of a full moon worse, from her meager experiences of working on control. So, satisficed that the other wolf will follow, she starts forward with a swift, but balanced and graceful walk. All the wolf, and all the dancer mixed together for a pleasant, and even gait. She lead him away from the boundaries of her territory, and more for the center, ears perked, and occasionally running the scent gland on her tail over a few trees on the way. While she's not one to keep up with marking her territory an excessive amount, it's mostly an instincts for shifters, she tends to not have nearly most of the stronger urges others have. Though tonight, if even a feral wolf didn't respect the boundaries, she's a tinge worried others might take it the same way. Nola's not a fan of too many guests on full moons, when she wants to run, and howl at the moon all night. Leading him further, and further, until a small inclined appeared, dipping down into a bit of a rounded area, slightly below the normal level of ground in the forest. In this, was a natural, and very used and worn cave, and a large tree with a hollowed base. Her personal den, and center of her small territory. You see, most of her families territory, with their practices, have corners where everyone can have a bit more of a 'personal' space, per say. And this, plus the extended area, help them with control, and it's also nice to have a personal area, as well as somewhere she could be with the rest of her pack. (This one is a little long, mostly to explain some extra stuff! Wanted to clarify some things with how Nola's 'territory' is. She's not a lone wolf by any means, just on the full moon she prefers to stay by herself!) |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 29, 2023 22:49:42 GMT -5
The wolf seemed to grumble under its breath. Essentially cub-sitted by the female. Humiliating. It may have been it her territory, yes, but it shouldn’t have to be watched over. You brought this on yourself. Didn’t help that its back leg was starting to get sore from the walking either.
All around the dark gray wolf were the mingling scent of prey. Of deer and rabbits. Of man-flesh. So weak and vulnerable… No. No don’t you dare.
The female stopped where her scent seemed to be the most strong, in front of a cave. It took a few paces forward, nose wrinkling a touch at the strong smell. Must be her den. He poked its nose into the entry way, investigating it as much as the female would allow it to.
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Post by soot on Dec 29, 2023 23:57:45 GMT -5
.' - Nola Levington - '. Nola sat down, letting the wolf peak inside her den merrily. Her den itself, where she sleeps anyway, is mostly within the cave. But she does on occasion sleep within the hollowed log. The cave itself is rather low to the ground, just enough to put a larger wolf somewhat comfortably. And herself being smaller than most, fits perfectly. The entrance has a few vines, and moss hanging down for cover, but the inside is just a rounded out, worn stone cave, with a partially dirt ground that fades to gray stone. Where she sleeps is a particular rounded divot in the left corner, a comfortable little thing. Nola get's back up to her paws a few moments later, letting the younger wolf explore as she entered in alongside him, brushing past. Once the morning comes, and this shifter is back to normal.. which now that she's thinking of it. She might need to find some new clothes for him before then.. or a something to at least cover him once he returns back to human. ( If) And after keeping an eye on him, she'll have a few pointed words with the Primal Bloods. This is one of theirs, so she's somewhat within her right. And depending on just how... mood swinging this shifter is, she might have to resort to her small injections of wolfsbane in her car. She'd rather not, but Nola'd also rather no one get too hurt. Nola let him in freely, gliding over to her little divot in the corner, twirling a few times for good measure, and sat down, hazel eyes up towards his. |
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Post by Junospower on Dec 30, 2023 0:46:34 GMT -5
(Mind if I lead these two into the rouge conflict going on?)
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Post by soot on Dec 30, 2023 0:49:01 GMT -5
(I would love you to, actually- xD)
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Post by lazzylake on Dec 30, 2023 0:50:05 GMT -5
(Ooh I was actually thinking of sending Javalle over with you two to take in Maria, but you both can do whatever you think is best! Perhaps afterwards he can bring her, planning is still a little rough inside my head right now)
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Post by Junospower on Dec 30, 2023 0:52:21 GMT -5
( soot lol lovely! I was thinking of having Jack sniff the air, smell a strangely familiar scent, want blood, and run off. I can imagine Nola being all like “god damnit, not again” and chase after him. lazzylake The more the merrier!) |
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Came up with this little idea while on the way to work)