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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 21, 2006 8:44:47 GMT -5
Ooc:// I'll brb, I'm just switching computers.
.::Amaris::.
She delved inside the tight undergrowth, gentle smile morphing to her ravenous serious look, azure optics stony and sharp with her hunger as her wolven instincts ripped through. She lifted her nose to the heavens, searching for a scent. She could identify many, mostly faint, old. Left agesz ago. She turned to Braedan, wondering if he could scent any newer scent. Her weariness was slowly dragging her down, though she blessed her facade with a quick, determined smile.
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Post by Mischief on Aug 21, 2006 8:58:12 GMT -5
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Braeden dived after her silently, lisfting his nose to the air. All scents around him were stale, or that was what he could find in the position he was. He stepped forward a few inches, and instantly caught a whiff of a passing deer. He sniffed again and walked forward a bit more, shadows enveloping him. Fresher, newer scents seeped forward. There seemed to be more prey as he went in deeper. He turned back to Amaris and flicked his ears forward.
C'mon.
he whispered, as to not startle the prey.
There's newer scents deeper in.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 21, 2006 9:16:54 GMT -5
.::Amaris::.
Catching the scent for herself, she nodded and followed, mitts silent on the bare earth where even the autumn leaves couldn't reach. She kept her optics on Braedan infront, not wanting to lose him here. Although that was near impossible, his fur was so dazzilingly white...how could she lose him? She smiled to herself.
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Post by Mischief on Aug 21, 2006 9:22:56 GMT -5
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Braeden slunk forward through the soft thicket, slowly pressing on until he found a small deer testing out some fallen leaves for a den, occasionally eating one or two. Braeden's eyes lit up as he found the deer, and quickly pressed himself up amongst the shadows. His dazzingly bright white coat with the black stripes on his legs that had faded back to content beige would surely stick out.
Would he take down the young deer? Would amaris? Or would they both?
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 21, 2006 9:42:57 GMT -5
.::Amaris::.
A smile lit up her features, and she turned to Braedan, a wild, hungry look fixated in her orbs.
"Lets get it."
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Post by Mischief on Aug 21, 2006 11:43:09 GMT -5
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His eyes lit up with pleasure and his features twisted asnd wrangled into wild, deep excitement.
He dropped, falling into a crouch, and watched the deer, his eyes following its every move, the shadows hiding his white pelt.
( We're going to the park today, and deer allways come to eat the grass near where I'm swining. So awesome. I feel sorry for the deers! Seeing as though their going to kill one...and the squirrel Braeden kiled was Chester. He's a squirrel who likes to sit on our front porch and refuse to let us go into or out of the house. It's so funny. )
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 21, 2006 12:13:44 GMT -5
(Lol, sounds really cool. My ex-friend Jamie has a squirrel that waits by his back door. They put a nut on the floor and open the door and it comes and just sits there, eating it. Thats until their cats Tig and Whisper come and chase it out.
.::Amaris::.
Amaris dropped also, slinking away easily, the other side of Braedan, surrounding the doe. Maliciant smirk painted on her maw, orbs dancing with wild hunger, she watched Braedan's facade, waiting for the signal to attack.
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Post by Mischief on Aug 21, 2006 12:19:54 GMT -5
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Braeden flicked his beige-dipped tail in signal. With excellent speed he rammed into the doe, who let out a gasp of surprise, and squirmed underneath Braeden's firm grip on one of her hind legs.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 21, 2006 12:58:59 GMT -5
.::Amaris::.
At the signal of the male's nod, smirk gracing her muzzle, she ran and leapt forward, claws sinking into the shoulders of the doe, piercing the back of the neck with sharp, pearly ivories, still maintaining her hold on the top of the doe with excellent balance as the doe slowly stumbled, the warm, heavenly liquid all canines savoured filling her maw, her tastebuds tingling at the rich taste. She turned and smiled at Braedan, the fur around where her steely claws pierced dark crimson.
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Post by Mischief on Aug 21, 2006 13:31:45 GMT -5
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Braeden grinned back, blood shattering against his teeth as he let go of his grip on the blood-stained female. He pressed it to the ground, sinking his teeth into the side of the deer. Blood spurt out of the elegant crature, and Braeden savoured the taste. He felt the deer go limp in his grip and he slowly let go.
You balance well.
he complimented to Amaris.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 21, 2006 13:49:44 GMT -5
.::Amaris::.
"Thanks"
She smiled gently, cyan pools glinting in her pride. Turning her gaze back to the elegant creature beneath her paws, she felt it wobble, and therefore leapt grasciously off as the doe collapsed, still and lifeless, its open wounds bleeding onto the hard earth and onto them.
Amaris landed elegantly on her four paws, turning to view their prey with ravenous hunger gleaming in the depths of her pools.
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Post by Mischief on Aug 21, 2006 13:55:28 GMT -5
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Braeden smiled back and saw Amaris's ravenous emotion. He nodded towards the doe.
Well....dig in.
he grinned, his eyes shining.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 21, 2006 14:25:12 GMT -5
.::Amaris::.
She didn't need telling. She almost flew forward towards the fresh meat, ripping part of the flank apart ravenously, scarlet fluid staining the mug, her true wolf instincts shining through brightly.
She let the lids fall over her eyes as she ate, her stomach rumbling and grinning in satisfaction as the warm fluid ran down her throat like the creek where they met, her mind flicking back to that bright moment as she ate.
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Post by x.RåVéÑ.x on Aug 21, 2006 14:31:15 GMT -5
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Post by Mischief on Aug 21, 2006 15:15:21 GMT -5
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( I....don't mind. )
Braeden grinned, chuckling softly, and pressed himself into the dead deer, ripping off some for himself. He closed his eyes as the sweet pleasure of food finally gracing hs presence. He had been worn out by the running, and he wanted to eat atleast before he took a break for a while.
( Oh, this post sucked....t'was so bland. I needs some life. Grr. But i'm to lazy to liven it up. )
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