by O.G. » Fri Oct 28, 2011 1:36 pm
(( Lol, alright, then. ))
Ridge
Hunting. It required patience and stealth. You had to be able to stalk silently, patiently waiting for the opportunity to strike at your chosen prey. It could be one of the most time consuming tasks for a wolf, requiring a great deal of concentration. Take your eyes off of your prey for a second and you may lose your opportunity for a meal for the day or maybe a week, sometimes even longer. Why he was good at it he had no idea, but he was good at it and he knew that. He had no patience and his concentration level was low. Why, of all the wolves, was he such a great hunter? It was a mystery to him and most wolves who had gotten to know him a bit. That didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was good and he could rub it into the faces of the jealousy prone wolves, that was when he found himself in a pack anyway. Currently he was a loner, plump to show that he was a successful hunter and one of the best in the forest at that. As if someone was around, he was looking to show off his hunting skills again, crouched low in the thick, dead brush as the breeze blew up from behind him. His eyes were locked on a small herd of deer, their fur undesirably thick because of the cold winter season. They were less than plump unlike himself, though still worth the hunt. He had his muddy green eyes had themselves locked on an older fawn who had probably been born in the spring season. It was healthy, though still smaller than the adults of the herd. Crouched about twenty feet away from it, the deer happening to be facing his direction, he figured he had a good shot at catching it before it could even turn around. Tensing his muscles, he poised himself to spring forward. With much strength in his slender hind legs he leaped forward, causing the small herd to disperse in the blink of an eye. As he didn't expect, the young deer had time to turn to the side and bolt off, causing him to veer sharply on the snow covered ground. He managed to keep his balance before he bolted off after it, giving a good, long chase. His heart pounded in his chest, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted heavily. He was nearly about to give out when his paw hit a hidden root beneath the snow, causing him to trip and tumble in the snow, his body leaving rather oddly strange impressions in the snow. He came to a stop on his chest and chin, most of his head and neck covered in snow.
Storm
In the dead of winter, one could only suspect a winter storm brewing. The icy breeze was right and so were the gray clouds that ruffled overhead. Storm was almost positive a winter storm was soon to come. He wasn't old, but he had been around long enough to know when a winter storm was coming. He always hated being caught out in one, sheets of snow shielding the things around you, a bitter cold wind cutting through his pelt, trudging through chest deep snow. It made it almost impossible to navigate through the bare forest. He had preferred spending his time during snow storms in nice warm dens, a pleasure he usually didn't have even when he still lived in his pack. He spent most of his days fighting whether there be snow, sleet, rain, or sunshine. Although, the few times he could recall spending his time in a den during a winter storm were pleasant memories to him. They were warm and calm, rather rare moments for him. They were some of the time spent with less blood shed and tension. They were times spent more as a family, as he shared a den with his sister just next to the den of their mentor, the lead fighter. Not much was said between him and his sister because he didn't know what to say. All he knew was fighting and it was against his personality to be open and just talk while his sister just seemed to be naturally a quiet wolf with the unexpected twist of having mean fighting skills. She truly was excellent, though his mentor had always told him that he was the best fighter of either pack. Going back to wishing he had a den to stay in, he hoped to find a pack that would take him in at least until the storm passed. Although, he figured that was unlikely to happen and he was preparing himself for another harsh winter storm.
Todd
He was a pup born too late in the year, having been born in the autumn season. Todd was three months old an in the harsh winter elements alone. He was forced to bare it without his mother or sisters to help keep him warm. His mother was dead, he was almost positive, but he wondered how his dear sisters were faring alone. He wished that they were alright and had found a lovely den to keep themselves warm in. He didn't wish them to die from the freezing temperatures outside or from anything else at that. He wanted them to live life to the fullest before they died as wise elders. He on the other hand, figured his future looked bleak. He was without the company of even a sibling with no den and too afraid to find a pack to take him in. What if they were unfriendly and killed him or worse ate him if they were hungry enough. He gulped, shivering at the thought and because of the freezing temperatures. He craved the warmth of his mother and the safety of a den while his two sisters talked away. He supposed he should get over the memories, though, because he was almost positive something like that would ever happen to him again. He only wished he could have savored those moments more than he did. He also shouldn't have taken for granted his mother bringing them food because he was starving. He was too small to hunt, though. He hadn't even had his first lesson in hunting. He was clueless as to how he could catch himself a meal. Plus, he wasn't so sure he actually wanted to kill another animal. He would hate to know he was hurting an innocent creature. He only liked it when it was brought to him dead. He sighed, heavy eyes scanning the forest before he let out his own little sad howl, or at least an attempt of one, it sounding much more like a long squeak.
Mods, please don't ban us! Me and Chibby-dono are siblings and we sometimes trade unfairly.
Formerly called I-am-CC.
Also, does anyone know if the wolves are to start out in the pack or as loners? ))
