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Post by WhitheredPast on Sept 16, 2007 19:13:20 GMT -5
Hearing the clatter of bones made Aidan's ears flicker around for a moment before getting propped forward. The smell of blood filled her black nostrils, and it was very thick in the air. But how can a small squirrel give off that much of a scent? The answer was simple; It wasn't a squirrel. A small growl came from within her throat as she immediately picked herself up with ease, sniffing the air. Now the scent was more clear, it was a moose.
"Smell that?" she asked, walking underneath the tree, keeping her eyes fixed along the river banks. Surely a very large Moose was kneeling on his knees as it drank from the river. "Look." she said, directing her maw over to the huge Moose. It's flank was gushing blood, and Aidan didn't think it would go on for much longer. "Wanna go put it out of it's misery?" she asked him, grinning.
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Post by Da Beatles on Sept 16, 2007 19:17:21 GMT -5
Yorkshire had already bounded from his shaded spot in the trees to land almost silently in the soft grass,slinking down low.He slithered around the moose to face the flank that wasnt bleeding,half fliocking his tail in an attempt to get Aidan to swerve the other side.His hopes were only halved,though.He had felt the Moose only half noticed himself and Aidan.Moose were stupid creatures.Below him.
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Post by WhitheredPast on Sept 16, 2007 19:22:40 GMT -5
Aidan silently crept to the other side of the Moose, looking at it's wound before striking. What could have done this to such a large creature? And why was Yorkshire taking it's strong side? A mistake, in her mind. She inched closer and closer, her ears pinned back on her head flatly. Even though she was more experience than Yorkshire, she looked at him, waiting for his signal. Might as well let the whelp have some power ... for the time being.
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Post by Da Beatles on Sept 16, 2007 19:26:23 GMT -5
Yorkshire steadied himself,tail waving over the ground silently.Suddenly,the only hint to attack was there for a flash second.Another half flick,then Yorkshire leapt.Almost immidiatly,the Moose reared and moaned unhappily,kicking out with it`s back legs.It`s injured side only weakly flailed,but it`s strong one whipped out like a lash.Yorkshire dug his claws into the ground and slid under the kick,right under the Moose.Blood splattered York`s face as he split open the moose`s gut.York enjoyed hearing it`s below of pain.
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Post by WhitheredPast on Sept 16, 2007 19:37:39 GMT -5
Aidan didn't leap, she just watched the young adult attack the moose before finally lunging her body at it, extracting her claws as she went. Yorkshire already did a small amount of torture to it, but she wanted to get in on the action as well. A growl erupted louder from the back of her throat which turned into snarls as she clung to the side of the Moose who was stumbling. Aidan then opened her mouth to it's full extent and chomped down on an angle, so her hooked fangs could get in clean and deep.
Without a moment to spare, she pulled upwards, ripping the flesh easily. Blood stained her long muzzle and her growls grew louder as her claws also dug in pretty deep. The Moose now fell over onto it's side, and she stayed on.
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Post by Da Beatles on Sept 17, 2007 5:04:11 GMT -5
Yorkshire flew to the side of the beast,ripping and tearing at it`s flesh.The blood stained the earth beautifully,in Yorkshire`s opinion.He finnaly grabbed hold of a leg,digging his claws into the ground and jerking himself backward,the skin ripping under his teeth.
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Post by WhitheredPast on Sept 17, 2007 5:37:18 GMT -5
The moose was now near death, and the groans it was making started to bug Aidan a little. So, she unlatched herself, narrowing her eyes on the neck of the dying beast. A small smirk appeared on her black face just before she clasped down on it's neck, the moose not even making a sound. She then pulled up as she did before, blood just falling out in what seemed like gallons. Thankfully, she was actually very hungry. Hopefully, Monroe was too.
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Post by Da Beatles on Sept 17, 2007 6:07:34 GMT -5
Yorkshire continued ripping and tearing,but stopped."If Monroe`s wants to eat,we have to wait."He said softly,then swivveled his head around,howling Monroe`s name.He plunked his black hide on the ground,licking his fur flat.
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Post by WhitheredPast on Sept 17, 2007 13:37:41 GMT -5
Aidan nodded, narrowing her eyes on the large den, seeing if Monroe could be sighted. To her happiness, he wasn't. But sure enough he was blending in with the dark walls of his cave, maybe even closer to the entrance than she thought. She repressed her urge to growl and snap at Yorkshire, who was only feet away. Instead, she just licked her chops, getting as much of the dark crimson blood off her maw as she could.
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Post by .::Jade::. on Sept 17, 2007 16:54:57 GMT -5
Monroe was sleeping for a little while but waking up about a half hour later. He perked up his ears then looked out hearing Yorkshire calling, he smirked evilly then got up. He shook his pelt then went out going over seeing a nice big kill by the two wolves, his orbs narrowed then he walked over looking at them both.
"Well, you guys didn't do to bad"
The dark brute then lowered himself down then started to rip off meat and eat it. The blood the rapidly running down his mouth and muzzle onto the ground, after a few minutes he was done. Then he nodded and backed off so they could eat, he say down a few feet away licking the excess blood off.
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Post by WhitheredPast on Sept 17, 2007 16:59:34 GMT -5
As Monroe made his way out of his den, Aidan stood up straight, her posture nearly perfect. "Thank you," she started, looking down at Yorkshire, "He's pretty good for a wolf of his age.." She watched him eat, her eyes full of longing to get at the meat herself. Once he was done, she stepped forth, digging her snout into the carcass of the dead moose.
The ebony she-wolf took in large chunks at a time, as if she were inhaling it like it was air. She finished in about the same time Monroe did and when she was done she sat right near the face of the moose, licking her chops.
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Post by Da Beatles on Sept 17, 2007 17:30:45 GMT -5
Yorkshire started on his leg agian,stripping it down to the bone,knawing on it to crack it open and get at the delicious marrow.He snapped it after a few minutes of working his jaw,then nudged a peice towards Monroe,a throaty growl in his throat.He snatched the peice back up and jumped back,still growling.A game he would continuesly play.
'You want it?Okay,here.Psych!Hah hah!'
It started that one day with the bloody bird.His first kill.
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Post by WhitheredPast on Sept 17, 2007 17:37:35 GMT -5
Slightly annoyed by Yorkshire's stupid game, Aidan cocked her head, staring down at him. She wondered if Monroe was bothered by it too. But after all, he was just a pup, so she'd have to go with it. She picked herself up and stopped once she reached the rivers edge. Lowering her head down, she lapped up the cool refreshing water with her long pink tongue. It felt nice after tasting the salty blood of the moose. She continued to drink for a while, before lifting her head again, her gazing falling on Monroe.
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Post by .::Jade::. on Sept 17, 2007 17:54:20 GMT -5
He layed down watching them but he had an emotionless look but then seing Yorkshire little game it soon turned into a very agitated look. Monroe snarled and snapped a few times not getting up.
"Watch yourself pup!"
He snapped, his tail was flicking out of agitation, snorting he looke to the fae with a warning glare so she wouldn't get any ideas to try what Yorkshire did.
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Post by Da Beatles on Sept 17, 2007 17:59:25 GMT -5
Yorkshire dropped the bone right away and striaghtened himself,baring his teeth viciously and still snarling."You said I dont have to listen to anybody unless I want to."
Yorkshire was sure for a beating after those words.It was one of the reasons he didnt speak often.The less you spoke around Monroe,the more on his good side you were.
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