FLYING MANES AND PAWS

[TheSheWolf]

(Same here. So, shall we make it an RP? Who wants to begin?)

[YourWolf]

((I guess I will! XDD))

The lone fae wolf padded across the terra, her stomach screaming the information, hunger. Her stomachs urge for food got worst so, she decided to go hunting, for she knew she wouldn't win. She turned her bulk around and leaped off her boulder and treaded deeper into the forest, her sniffer looking for the scent of elk. The scent of elk touched her whiffer and she walked quietly closer to the scent. The scent got stronger and stronger, and she found out its an ingured elk calf. She nodded as she knew this was going to be an easy kill, for she didn't smell the mothers scent. She crouched close to the terra and she was close to putting the calk out of its missary. Her stakes launched her on top of the calf and it let out a cry for help. The calfs legs were broken from birth and she sunk her ivories into the soft flesh of its nape. Blood splatterd everywhere and she bit harder, coming incontact with its windpipe. Her blood stained talons came in handy when she sunk them into the calfs shoulder. She gave one burst of all the bit pressure she had, sufficating The calf from life. She layed her dome by its head and she said a little prayer, saying, "Elk calf, your good body will fufill my hunger, and many others. Your sweet flesh will not be put to waste. You have been put out of your doom, for now this prayer shall help you along the way to the great elk constallaion." She stood up tall on her stilts and let out another howl, showing her victory. Her pillars held up her bodice as she stood atop of the elks carcass, for its life was running out quick. A booming snarl crept onto her dial as she opend her maw, along with a growl. A flash of lightning split the sky and all in a second, She wraped her maw around the elks weak, bloody nape and she held on. The elk calf gave a cry of good bye to all, it getting carried across the land, and the call was of death. The she wolf ripped her dame back, tearing flesh from nape and, brakeing the elks spinal cord. A loud snap boomed and another cry of death from the elk calf, as its life was pulled away from its shell. She tipped her apex back and a loud, long, cry escaped her fram, helping the elk calf find its way to the elk constallation, and it was a cry of victory. The howl sang, "[i]Show me the shelter in the sky for the noble caribou. Show me the starry path she must travel. Her way is the way of honor- she is caribou. I am wolf. I live because she died. She is goodness, I am humble beneath this silver night. I beg -- Show me the way and I shall put her bones to rest." She howled until late in the night. There wasn't a breath of wind and when she first spotted the antlers of the caribou constallaion, it was not in the sky but in the reflection on the moon-polished river. The surface quivered slightly, like the spreading limbs of silver trees in a breeze. She stepped closer to the edge and looked straight down. Her pulse raced with excitement as the constellaion rose in the milky night and she traced the familiar profile of the caribou--- starting with its antlers, then its apex, dawrfed by the lofy height of those branching antlers. The she wolf followed the slight scoop of the neck flowing back to the meaty hump that rose above the shoulders. It took six stars to make those large concave hooves. She began to howl again, "Follow! Follow! Follow the star caribou. Follow her to the spirit shelter. Find your mother who died in winter, your father felled by the bear. Gather with the spirit herd--They wait for you in the star-splashed night." When she stopped her song, she looked at the lifeless carcass, not sure if it even had a place in life. She shook her cranium of the thought and set her mind to calm the urge for food. Thunder rumbled across the land as she padded to the best place for the best meat, the underside of the stomach. Her ivories cut in like it took no effort. She spat out the fur that the elk possesed and she stook her mug inside the carcass and her maw wrapped around a piece of meat. She pulled her crowm out, her face covered with blood. She crushed all the flesh as the blood splattered everywhere. The scent of blood rose from the carcass and got carried away in the winds song. She finally got to the stomach of the elk and she tore into it. The slime of its intestines covered her maw but, she wiped it off on the elks pelt. Ravens rang, "Kong! Kong!" she knew they were hungry too and that was their song of death. She thought,"What a horrid creature the Raven is. What an ugly song they behold." She ate her fill, along with a few unlucky ravens. Her props pushed her up from her resting spot with a bulding belly. More blood stained her derma. She grasped onto the rib cage, for, if it was a bull, she would take the antlers, but, since it was only a calf, she would take the ribs for something to gnaw on. She braced herself and she pulled back with all her might, as a loud crack follows as she gets flung back, with her prize, the rib cage with some scraps of meat still holding on. She left the carcass for others that were hungry, for she only ate what she could, and left the rest for others. The ravens all crowed on the carcass as the she wolf backed off. The ravens pecked at the loose scraps of mean, fur, and skin. They pecked at the elks eyeballs, too, which disgusted the fae lupe. She let out a shiver and trotted off, lugging the rib cage with her. She heard the ravens calls get fainter and fainter as she got farther and farther away. Rain drops fall all over her torso. (Sorry it's kinda long. I had a lot of ideas!)

[TheSheWolf]

Salt paced around. In a way she hated being a loner, but in another way, she loved it. She didn't have to share her caught meals with anyone, but she didn't have the protection against rival packs. She lowered her head to the snow, trying to find the scent of something, maybe a herd of deer or even a moose, though she knew she could never take down a moose without the help of an entire pack. She finally caught the scent of a small herd of deer, four does (is it does or doe?) and one buck. She quickly trotted along the invisible scent path, hoping, this time, she wouldn't mess up.

[Jackie.]

Adelle streched and yawned. It had been a long day and she had not caught a meal yet. She had failed at trying to catch a young doe. She sniffed the air trying to find the scent of the deer herd with the young doe that she had failed at chatching a few hours ago. Once she picked up the scent she started trotting after it thing of a new strategy to catch the healthy deer by her self.

(Sorry guys I am not the best role-player in the world. I'm kinda new to it.)

[TheSheWolf]

(Haha I'm the used-to-be-and-now-just-getting-back-to-it roleplayer XD)
Salt crouched down as she looked ahead to see what she had smelt-- a small herd of deer. She kept low to the ground , quietly advancing, trying to keep a low profile. She spied the buck. It took a few steps towards a small clump of plants, closer to Salt. Silently in her mind, she grinning widely, she was ready to leap into the air, grasping the buck's throat and dragging it to the ground, but she waited, her impatient side nudging her forward. But that was what had cost her previous hunts. She crouched down even lower into the snow, so low the snow almost blurred her sight. She waited, and it almost pained her to wait. Hunger overwhelmed her in such a strange and sudden way she almost leapt into the air towards the buck.

[YourWolf]

The vixens muscles rippled under her sleek derma. She jerked her nape back, a loud crack booming after. She had broken off a rib bone. She knew that the rib cage wasn't worth her effort and her tassle twitched slightly before slashing through the cool atmopshere. Her stomach buldged, showing a well fed she wolf. Her lumanaries spotted a low every green and her pillars drove her forawrd as her pelt got damper as the rain fall increased slightly and a few snow-shoe hares scurried across her path. Her talons dug into the snow, driving her bodice forward. The only trace she left was paw prints, each one unique. When she reached her destination, she dropped to her belly, a big snow wall blocking her veiw, for this was her favorite spot. It was a hole in the ground, only big enough for her frame but, she had enough space to sprawl out, and thats just what the lone vix did. She stretched her pillars out and her ivories chewed on the rib bone. Her receivors fold back onto her dome. Thunder rumbled across the terra.

[Jackie.]

After trotting a ways threw the forest, she spotted her prey. The doe she had tryed to take down earlier seemed weekerand tired. She ran down wind of them, so they woulnd be avle to smell her coming, she crouched in the deep snow getting ready to jup at the doe. Suddenly the deer bounded of and Adelle was after the doe. She was closing in her every second. She pounced right on the does back. The doe fumbled under the sudden weight. Adelle bit into her windpipe. Then looked wright into the does eyes at her last second of life and let her know that her meat would be cherished and woulnd not go wast.
Adelle then pick the does scruff up in her mouth to drag her back to the den, where her hungrey pups were waiting.

[wowhow]

so cute well besides the dieing doe of course

[TheSheWolf]

Salt waited a few minutes, letting the buck come closer. Finally it was close enough. Her muscles were already bunched up tightly, ready to loosen and leap into the air. But this was always the moment she messed up on. I won't mess up! I won't mess up! She yelled at herself. As if that would help her focus. Anxious, she leapt at the surprised buck, gripping its throat, feeling her teeth dig in, and the shorted distress call of the buck appeared to echo in her ears. She unclenched her jaws as the buck collapsed into the snow. the first thing that flooded into her was the feeling of victory and of triumph. She looked around at the two other doe standing there, frozen like statues. She ignored them, standing next to her new kill rather proudly, a snarl lighting her lips. A rumble of thunder could be heard; a storm was fast approaching.

[livourock]

its been so long a havent been here