Post by Clawspawn on Sept 10, 2010 11:15:42 GMT -6
Clawspawn.With her nose to the ground she prowled about, searching for something appetizing, though she'd already just eaten. A few squirrels here and there, the faint smell of a passing by wolf. She was about to give up her search when the distinct smell of a recent male hit her nares. Curious, she pushed forward, until a rocky den came into view. Her eyes narrowed, she considered an approach, or the safer alternative; retreat. Tail flicked, the den was barely visible from where she was standing, if she'd left now none would be the wiser, except perhaps one of said none happened to prance her way to gain her scent. Growling softly to herself, she'd trot forward, curiosity had gotten the best of the young lass.
Own. Blood-curdling screams cursed out from within the forest. The trees parted; a lone wolf was sat in the middle of a field full of bloodied corpses. Crimson tinted his pelt; reflecting the murderous task that had just unfolded. Light dimmed around his figure; just a mere silhouette in the shadows... The brute awoke in a hushed tone; the only thing breaking him from his slaughter filled nightmare was the crackle of a tree crunched underneath another's weight. Muscles tensed beneath his handsome features, miss-matched vision settled upon the figure of a mere adolescent. Nostrils engulfed the scents around him; It was female, obviously. What male would have the look of innocents upon his face? None that would hold the respect of the Monarch. "Is there something of importance you must tell me that you have woken me from my slumber?" Vocals held high nor low tones; the beast was cold in his voice. Not so much as a go-away get out of my face, rather there was no emotion at all.
Clawspawn's ears fell back when she spied the male awaken. She stopped herself from turning tail and running, wiping away the fear before its scent had a chance to taint the air. Her tail flicked and she'd step forward, head lowering to gain a submissive air. Better him think her a submissive weakling than a dominant threat. Although her posture screamed submission, her gaze unto him was an unwavering. Amber eyes watched his every move, avoiding his eyes for the most part as to not start a quarrel. "I am Clawspawn," she'd murr in a voice too old to be spoken from one so young. "I'm simply seeking shelter, and perhaps company.." The last of it was merely wishful thinking, though the male seemed to be as cold and heartless as the stones that made up his den. First impressions were often lacking, however, and the male's cold demeanor intrigued the femme more than anything else.
Own. Ass was placed beneath bulky frame as beast would eye the little bitch. Eh, it spoke! At least something with balls enough to have a conversation rather then flee. It was a show of respect to the brute. The female had not undermined him or spoke with harsh tones. Thus the female in turn would gain the same respect. "Well the only refugee you may seek is with my Militia; and you my dear lack all the physical talents needed for the job." He was blunt; but how could he gain a force in this land if he spoke with kind words. No, his pack was not a family based pack, it was his army for an Empire. Thus all things were based upon your whole demeanor; she did not have the feel. She had no Slayer feel about her; just a mere commoner. Then again it could be the youth spilling from her pores, she could be taught and molded into a sadistic malicious murdering machine. Perhaps she already was and just hadn't found it in her yet, that s where the King would come into rule. Even the brute new deep down not to judge another by there mere outer appearance. But he had already said what he said and it could not be undone. If she had any chance of survival in his pack it would be portrayed upon how she would respond to his words.
Clawspawn's ears fell back and talons dug into the turf below her. Muscles stiffened at his words and she spoke with a growling undertone. "Pardon..?" Her tail flicked twice behind her, gaze snapping to his with wide eyes. She'd survived this long on her own. Though, how long had it really been since she'd left her family? It felt like forever, at least. She shook the though from her head, not now, she'd more pressing issues to think about. Remaining crouched, she took a step forward, her tail flicking again.
Own Frame was a flash; legs pushing muscular build forward at the first sight of the others anger. Brute was attempting to slam into the other, just in an attempt to knock her over, no bites. If his 'attack' where to go through King would turn and take his spot in-front of the bitch. Alertness was of the up-most at the point, muzzle tossed back and forth as he would huff silently from nostrils. He was not trying to hurt her; just slightly test her. "You anger at simple words; and now you see what i was speaking of. You may not be weak; but you portray it. For you might have survived these past days due to shear luck or perhaps scavenging. Maybe it is i who is in the wrong if so then please correct me well you pick yourself off the floor. Also please excuse my rudeness for I Am Own, The General of Gore. " If she were to rebuttal it would not be against the monarchs nature to have a bit of a tussle; though it was all games to him. If she wished to take it to a serious level then blood would be shed.
Clawspawn. :Snarl ripped from the girl's vocals as the male charged. Her head lowered and she'd lean forward to take the blunt of the hit on her shoulders. Perhaps she'd slide back some, but she'd remain standing. "I do what I must to survive," her words came from between clenched jaws. She'd use her strong neck to try and push the male away, twisting it in an attempt to bite at his neck, where the fur was the thickest and he'd take the least amount of damage. She'd not try and draw blood, at least not yet. Still young and quite inexperience if it came down to a blood and guts fight she'd surely loose..
Stab had grown from a boisterous pup to a much bigger boisterous pup. She was mid-shoulder high to most wolves now, and she was excited that she had grown so much. Anyway. She was on her way back to the lands with a rabbit in her mouth, well aware that the rest of the pack had scrammed to do something or another. That was whens he happened upon this whole scene of some random male she didn't know, ramming into another male.. wait.. was that a female? She squinted her eyes and trotted closer until she was only a couple of feet from them. "Hey! What the hell do you guys think you're doin?" She had dropped the rabbit by her side, and sat, showing no intent of leaving. "You do know this is Kokopelli pack lands?" Not that she wasn't regretting being IN that pack, but she had come to detest being in it, as everyone was always busy doing something, no one was around. Pfft.
Own"Well perhaps you could be a add-on to my militia, at least with some sort of traini-" Vocals trailed off as the brute noticed a adolescent figure from the corner of his eyes. Vision darted to face the small female. At least the voice it portrayed was of a very feminine tone, unless males had lost all sense of dignity in this land! It spoke of them coming upon lands that were not his own. Of course he knew these lands were not his. At least not his in any official terms; he had not fought to claim this lands and thus he didn't even think them rightfully his. However he would not mind fighting another for the right, "No i was not aware of the presence of another pack. I had noted a slight musk scent but it was not a present marking, thus it is your own Packs fault for abandoning there territory." Vocals set in a quite more dominant tone then speaking with the Female, Crawlspawn. This could be the beginning of a war for this territory; and the Monarch would not begin a battle with a soft heart. Even if he had not yet the militia to wage a war; or the alliances. He wished to keep these things secretive, at least to give the illusion his Pack could hold its own.
Clawspawn shook herself free of Own's presence and backed a pace or two from his frame. She looked to the monocolored wolf who'd spoken of her pack having claim to this den and these lands. "Apologies," she'd murr not unkindly, "I was just passing through.." Her weight shifted from side to side, claws kneading the dirt. Perhaps this would be good time to be off, on her way. Stepping back, she'd nod her head and grin warily. "I guess I'll be on my way," turning to Own, she'd add "A pleasure.. I'm sure." With that, she was off, trotting to a place where she could hopefully rest easy, at least for the night.
Own. Blood-curdling screams cursed out from within the forest. The trees parted; a lone wolf was sat in the middle of a field full of bloodied corpses. Crimson tinted his pelt; reflecting the murderous task that had just unfolded. Light dimmed around his figure; just a mere silhouette in the shadows... The brute awoke in a hushed tone; the only thing breaking him from his slaughter filled nightmare was the crackle of a tree crunched underneath another's weight. Muscles tensed beneath his handsome features, miss-matched vision settled upon the figure of a mere adolescent. Nostrils engulfed the scents around him; It was female, obviously. What male would have the look of innocents upon his face? None that would hold the respect of the Monarch. "Is there something of importance you must tell me that you have woken me from my slumber?" Vocals held high nor low tones; the beast was cold in his voice. Not so much as a go-away get out of my face, rather there was no emotion at all.
Clawspawn's ears fell back when she spied the male awaken. She stopped herself from turning tail and running, wiping away the fear before its scent had a chance to taint the air. Her tail flicked and she'd step forward, head lowering to gain a submissive air. Better him think her a submissive weakling than a dominant threat. Although her posture screamed submission, her gaze unto him was an unwavering. Amber eyes watched his every move, avoiding his eyes for the most part as to not start a quarrel. "I am Clawspawn," she'd murr in a voice too old to be spoken from one so young. "I'm simply seeking shelter, and perhaps company.." The last of it was merely wishful thinking, though the male seemed to be as cold and heartless as the stones that made up his den. First impressions were often lacking, however, and the male's cold demeanor intrigued the femme more than anything else.
Own. Ass was placed beneath bulky frame as beast would eye the little bitch. Eh, it spoke! At least something with balls enough to have a conversation rather then flee. It was a show of respect to the brute. The female had not undermined him or spoke with harsh tones. Thus the female in turn would gain the same respect. "Well the only refugee you may seek is with my Militia; and you my dear lack all the physical talents needed for the job." He was blunt; but how could he gain a force in this land if he spoke with kind words. No, his pack was not a family based pack, it was his army for an Empire. Thus all things were based upon your whole demeanor; she did not have the feel. She had no Slayer feel about her; just a mere commoner. Then again it could be the youth spilling from her pores, she could be taught and molded into a sadistic malicious murdering machine. Perhaps she already was and just hadn't found it in her yet, that s where the King would come into rule. Even the brute new deep down not to judge another by there mere outer appearance. But he had already said what he said and it could not be undone. If she had any chance of survival in his pack it would be portrayed upon how she would respond to his words.
Clawspawn's ears fell back and talons dug into the turf below her. Muscles stiffened at his words and she spoke with a growling undertone. "Pardon..?" Her tail flicked twice behind her, gaze snapping to his with wide eyes. She'd survived this long on her own. Though, how long had it really been since she'd left her family? It felt like forever, at least. She shook the though from her head, not now, she'd more pressing issues to think about. Remaining crouched, she took a step forward, her tail flicking again.
Own Frame was a flash; legs pushing muscular build forward at the first sight of the others anger. Brute was attempting to slam into the other, just in an attempt to knock her over, no bites. If his 'attack' where to go through King would turn and take his spot in-front of the bitch. Alertness was of the up-most at the point, muzzle tossed back and forth as he would huff silently from nostrils. He was not trying to hurt her; just slightly test her. "You anger at simple words; and now you see what i was speaking of. You may not be weak; but you portray it. For you might have survived these past days due to shear luck or perhaps scavenging. Maybe it is i who is in the wrong if so then please correct me well you pick yourself off the floor. Also please excuse my rudeness for I Am Own, The General of Gore. " If she were to rebuttal it would not be against the monarchs nature to have a bit of a tussle; though it was all games to him. If she wished to take it to a serious level then blood would be shed.
Clawspawn. :Snarl ripped from the girl's vocals as the male charged. Her head lowered and she'd lean forward to take the blunt of the hit on her shoulders. Perhaps she'd slide back some, but she'd remain standing. "I do what I must to survive," her words came from between clenched jaws. She'd use her strong neck to try and push the male away, twisting it in an attempt to bite at his neck, where the fur was the thickest and he'd take the least amount of damage. She'd not try and draw blood, at least not yet. Still young and quite inexperience if it came down to a blood and guts fight she'd surely loose..
Stab had grown from a boisterous pup to a much bigger boisterous pup. She was mid-shoulder high to most wolves now, and she was excited that she had grown so much. Anyway. She was on her way back to the lands with a rabbit in her mouth, well aware that the rest of the pack had scrammed to do something or another. That was whens he happened upon this whole scene of some random male she didn't know, ramming into another male.. wait.. was that a female? She squinted her eyes and trotted closer until she was only a couple of feet from them. "Hey! What the hell do you guys think you're doin?" She had dropped the rabbit by her side, and sat, showing no intent of leaving. "You do know this is Kokopelli pack lands?" Not that she wasn't regretting being IN that pack, but she had come to detest being in it, as everyone was always busy doing something, no one was around. Pfft.
Own"Well perhaps you could be a add-on to my militia, at least with some sort of traini-" Vocals trailed off as the brute noticed a adolescent figure from the corner of his eyes. Vision darted to face the small female. At least the voice it portrayed was of a very feminine tone, unless males had lost all sense of dignity in this land! It spoke of them coming upon lands that were not his own. Of course he knew these lands were not his. At least not his in any official terms; he had not fought to claim this lands and thus he didn't even think them rightfully his. However he would not mind fighting another for the right, "No i was not aware of the presence of another pack. I had noted a slight musk scent but it was not a present marking, thus it is your own Packs fault for abandoning there territory." Vocals set in a quite more dominant tone then speaking with the Female, Crawlspawn. This could be the beginning of a war for this territory; and the Monarch would not begin a battle with a soft heart. Even if he had not yet the militia to wage a war; or the alliances. He wished to keep these things secretive, at least to give the illusion his Pack could hold its own.
Clawspawn shook herself free of Own's presence and backed a pace or two from his frame. She looked to the monocolored wolf who'd spoken of her pack having claim to this den and these lands. "Apologies," she'd murr not unkindly, "I was just passing through.." Her weight shifted from side to side, claws kneading the dirt. Perhaps this would be good time to be off, on her way. Stepping back, she'd nod her head and grin warily. "I guess I'll be on my way," turning to Own, she'd add "A pleasure.. I'm sure." With that, she was off, trotting to a place where she could hopefully rest easy, at least for the night.
