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Group: Level II Intermediate
Member No.: 78
Joined: 18-May 11
(OOC: I made this thread so that Keon and Rebel can meet. Im not forbidding others to join, but Im hoping that none will interfere... in whatever possible conflict they will have. Just sit back and watch :3 <3
Keon was careful not to tresspass onto territory of any pack anymore. latest encounters really had taken all the appetite from him to join any group of any kind. He would be loner for a while and recover from this mental shock.
Most of his active time he used to hunt for food and even now he was on a search, despite he was not anyhow hungry yet. He knew that he had to eat, and he rather ate more than less. After all, if you got injured, no-one would have helped you. Those were the dangers of being alone.
This whole area was still new to him and along with hunting and searching for food, he also drew mental map for himself, always taking different route when moving. It was good to know somewhat what was where and where did the borders of packs move, where did the herds reside and where the bigger predators used to live.
He chose to settle in spots where food source was somewhat good, but did not risk invading territory of any other predator. He did mark his own area, but it was not truly his. Alone, single wolf could not hold territory for self. Keon knew this also.
It had been rainy day but right now it had settled a bit and sky even seemed like clearing a bit. Such was good, for Keon hated water with passion. Only good water was dead water, and that it was when it was drinked.
He had chosen to lay down under fallen tree, to take a nap and rest. Being completely dark with pelt color, he was more succesful at hunting during night, and really, this young wolf was master when it came to stalking pray in shadows. It would still be hours to dark, and Keon desided to sleep, collect his strenght.
Rebel, hunter of the Borean Tundra wolf pack threw up his head and howled. The black wolf was calling to no one in particular as he stood on a boulder that overlooked an area that sloped downward towards Lake Preston. Rebel was only howling for personal pleasure. He wasn’t egotistical or anything but he liked hearing his bass voice travel across empty stretches of land. He really did. It made him feel secure when Wild threatened to close her teeth around him. It was like instinct you know? Rebel howled for the pains and journeys he went through. He sang for his old mate, Evina and his adopted daughter he called Chariot. Heavens, he even cried for his father who perished under his vice-like grip years ago.
After several moments the black wolf fell silent and gazed over the land with his single, right eye. His ears flicked as he listened to the busy forest. Any human would think the woods were dead quiet but, to a wolf it was a noisy place. A squirrel scrambled up a tree to his right and a badger burrowed the earth somewhere near his left. The old wolf flicked his tail and lowered his head. With a shaky jump, he leaped off the boulder and began to follow a sent that had caught his attention. Smells were usually more pronounced after the rain. Rebel’s nose twitched as he loped like a lone wolf along the scent trail.
As the smell got stronger, the hunter slowed his pace and realized what it was he was following. Another wolf.
Brilliant, he thought inwardly while rolling his eye.
Rebel was not the kind of wolf who would get out of his way to meet and greet another of his kind. He stuck to himself and that was that. With a snarl and a swivel of the ears he prepared to turn around and go back the way he came from. Back to the pack lands.
Suddenly, a rabbit stirred up from the bushes to his left and sprinted in freight. Rebel was on it’s tail the moment he spotted it. The black wolf covered ground like rolling thunder but, it was no match for the flying prey before him.
The rabbit sprinted past a sleeping wolf and Rebel was so engrossed in the chase that he didn’t notice it. Heavens he was almost there… just one more leap.
Group: Level II Intermediate
Member No.: 78
Joined: 18-May 11
Keon often saw same dreams, with same scenery over and over again. Those were happy dreams, though, so it did not bother him much. They had certain, little variations on them and sometimes characters changed. He often dreamed of a pack, one that would be more kind, united. He howled in those dreams and others howled with him. Even now he saw that particular phase of that same dream, he was howling, and someone responded.
This deam however, felt much more realistic than any of the previous ones. The howl was so real, almost as if someone would have been with him. It woke him up, and he even listened. For a moment he rotated his ears around, trying to confirm that what he had just heard, was real, but when nothing concrete evidence was found, he laid head down on his paws again and gave a sigh. Slightly confused, he close eyes again and soon after fell into light sleep.
He was not allowed to sleep for long, before he heard sound of rustling. A rabbit shot right past him and he with it, but before he could start a chase, he heard even louder sound, knowing that this rabbit already had predator on its tail.
Keon swung around to defend himself, and prepared for whatever was to come. If it was bear, he would run like hell and if it was anything smaller, he would stand his ground. The fear, exitement and rushing adrenaline got his fur to bristle and he tensed his body, trying to seem as mighty and dangerous as possible. Just when the creature shot into view, he let out threatening growl with a nasty looking snarl as a sugar on top.
A split second later, confusion. What? It was another wolf, and very similar to him. Scarred and even scary looking. And then came his scent, flowing over Keon. He could instantly tell that other was much, much more older than him and fear turned shortly into mixed confusion and curiosity. The other was still threat, but not as immidiet as Keon had first tought. It was wolf, after all.
His body relaxed just a little, but he kept that snarl and allowed growl to continue. His tail was set high and pelt still bristled. He openly stated that he was not exactly pleased with sudden scare-someone-to-death manouver rebel had just made. It was just a spark of anger, which began to fade almost instantly. If Rebel would not respond in hostile way, Keon would calm down for sure, and everything would be fine.
(OOC: I have not set exact size for Keon, but he is "average" weight and height. If you want. I can adjust his size to similar with Rebel so that they can be equal opponents, should they fight. That is, if you are fine with it. <333)
The rabbit made one more leap for freedom and disappeared from Rebel’s view. A growl thundered somewhere to his left…. At the same time Rebel lost his footing and crashed down on his face and chest. The anticipation of being at hair’s breath away from the rabbit had made him forget how fast and uncontrolled his legs were moving. The poor brute grunted and like a snake, trashed onto his back, and readily got to his feet.
The black wolf swung his ‘round to see another like himself standing before him. The stranger looked unpleased with Rebel’s presence. So, naturally the old wolf tensed up and flashed his fangs back. His single ran between the offender’s teeth and raised tail.
After a second or two Rebel’s anger settled down and he turned away from the dying growl of the other wolf. He crinkled his nose at the sting of pain he felt from hitting the earth. He looked at the direction of the disappeared rabbit and felt an uneasy feeling settle in his stomach. He was growing weak…
He looked back at the seemingly young wolf and asked gruffly, “are you a Borean?”
Rebel couldn’t detect their smell on him so, he guessed not. But, then again he wasn’t familiar with his new pack’s rules and customs yet. Maybe the pack didn’t mark their kind like others. Rebel wouldn’t know this.
Tail flicked and his eye was piercing, not onto his, but at his muzzle. Rebel rarely ever made eye contact. He only did so when trying to show who was boss. As he awaited a response his mane began to bristle slowly and surely. Rebel’s thoughts were still running on the rabbit that just escaped his grip.
OOC: mkay, want your wolf's size to be at level with Rebel's? i feeel like they will eventually get into some kind of quarrel hehe