Coyotalia
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Post by Coyotalia on Jun 4, 2010 12:36:20 GMT -5
Ithaca took a deep breath as she placed her golden-tan forepaws on the melting snow in front of her. Her deep auburn eyes searched this new territory, looking for any sign of life. It had been a long while since she dared to join a pack...she had almost forgotten the etiquette of a pack. 'What's the worse that could happen', she thought, reassuring herself. The worst that could happen would be a fight. That didn't frighten her. Ithaca was a magnificent fighter and very confident, too. She shuddered slightly at the cold snow, as she sat down. Ithaca was used to the plains: living as a loner in the vast plains. This was a big stretch for her. 'What am I doing here? They won't want me', she thought negatively. Her tan ears twitched as she heard a howl in the distance. There was definitely a pack here, she was sure of it. What she wasn't sure was if she should join or not. Ithaca argued with herself, trying to make up her mind. "Either I join and have a reason to live or stay as a loner for life...that doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Yes it does! You need a pack, and you know it! Geez, I'm talking to myself again", Ithaca grumbled, sighing. "It'll just be a deja vu of the last pack, if I ask to join", Ithaca mumbled, remembering her last pack experience. After months of being a loner she had tried to join a pack. It was nice...until she got in a fight with the Alpha's son...and won. Boy, was the Alpha mad. Obviously, she was kicked out. Stupid reason, but it still happened. Yes, maybe this pack was different. But her attitude problem always got her in trouble in some way. "Oh well. It's worth a try. Either they say yes and I get used to the mountains, or they say no and I look elsewhere", Ithaca concluded, standing up again. She scanned the area once more, then decided to make her snap decision. If she thought any more about it, she knew she'd give up the idea and go back to being a loner. After a big inhale, Ithaca curved her back and thrust her snout to the sky, unleashing a loud but beautiful howl, directed whoever was in charge of this territory. 'Now I'll wait', she thought.
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Post by Aeon on Jun 5, 2010 21:33:35 GMT -5
The air rows with its chilly winds howling in its despair lashing out against its course as if the cry’s of the many were trying to warn all of an approaching danger one who's past is made and steeped in the blood of his kind. Again again again they try to throw this creature this bringer of pain and suffering from the mountings paths and dash him of its treacherous rocks below but to no prevail. His will cannot be broken and thus nor can his body be so from the prevailing winds of the mountings blouse.
Amongst the torrent of howling winds and pelted by what snow remains treds a lone wolf fighting for both footing and what warm remains within his pelt against the winds sinking chill as their fangs of ice bite deeper and deeper into his hide. And when I look back on my journey towards the mountings I must have been mad beyond reason to leave behind all those succulent meats.. As the winds began to call their retreat and die down leaving the snows once again to settle upon the loose stone Jackle turn his head and looked down upon the low lands below, and how alluring they were with the last dregs of the previous winter giving over its hold on the lands to the showers of spring and the blooming of new life.
His eyes sparkled with delight when he thought of all the carnage that may before this land, he hoped he was right on betting that soon these bountiful pack lands will be as steep in blood as his past is. Looking down at his claws was a constant reminder of how beautiful the colour of a living creatures blood truly is, his eyes reflected back at him in the shine of his permanent crimson talons. Finding that he had to swallow from the excess saliva that flooded his mouth coming fourth from the same old thought they always did, the succulent tastes and supple textures of a soft delicate fae and the irresistible melt in your mouth delicacy of suckling prime baby pup. And this is not helped by the constant reminder of spring that succulent wolf pup will soon be back on the menu. Just the very memory of the last time Jackle had dined on such a meat was enough to tempt him into making the same gamble he did in his last pack and the pack before that which both resulted in him running for his life.
He had come a long way from where he roamed deep in the outlands preying on the weak and some times the strong after hearing a booming powerful call of claim over some form of plains within the lands known as Aelyn. And hoped his suspicions that a war of conquest over Aelyn will soon be coming and if he was right there would be no shortage of live wolf to dine upon.
Following a single call of a wolf that howled it over several days past was not an easy thing in deed but he reasoned that no matter how powerful you were unless you had a gift like himself you would need a high place to project such a howling claim as he heard it, and if so he knew which side he would choose to be on. *A smirk rose from his lips* Maybe I should hide the true extent of my power if not all of it from the pack and their leader? Still looking down at the way he came and over the land he once hunted he knew he had come to richer pickings but also to a place with more loyalty as well as rules. Before he only had to be strong and cunning but now he had to be that and more, sighing with as much mock drama as the smirk on his face showed he turned his head and continued on following the faint smell of wolf scents he could find up the mountain slopes till the steams from a nearby hot spring warmed his chilled through pelt. Blow me from this mountain if I'm wrong but this might be a good place to spy on what may be and warm my pelt as I do so. smiling to himself for his devils look he decided to look around the springs for a warm out of view spot to lay low and simply observe those that may pass, using the steam from the heated water to both aid in hiding his presence and to help mask his personal sent that filled every creatures fur.
He closed his eyes readying for a small nap and left one ear standing listening to his surroundings, the bubbling of spring water, the hiss of the rising steam as it is spirited away by the ever constant mountain winds and the soft crunch of the snow from underneath small animals of prey that slowly returned from their deep slumber through the winter months.
Little time seemed to pass through the hour glass before this tranquile peice was ripple by the sound of a far of wolf to far to arrows Jackles interest, he reasoned do to the distent nature of the howl it was most likely a pack member crying like a belated pup. "it would seem that even this so called ruethles pack has its crying weaklings. Oh how I would love to remov...." Jackles words were silenced mid sentence as another howl was raised but this time much closer and even better it was a call for acceptance, now this was just to good to miss he thought. Reluctently he raised himslef from his concealed spot near the hotsprings but unable to resisted the temptation of meating with another wolf looking to be accepted, perhaps this was just the opportunity he was looking for one that would have "many outcomes" he wisperd to himself before heading at a run in the direction of the calls owner
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Coyotalia
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Post by Coyotalia on Jun 6, 2010 12:32:16 GMT -5
Eyes focused far off, on nothing in particular, Ithaca sat waiting for a reply. Swishing her reddish-brown tail from side to side, she tried to stay positive. She didn't let herself think. If she did, she'd think negatively and turn around. But some thoughts slipped through. Memories. Memories from long ago. Looking at the heavily-snowed-on mountains ahead of her, Ithaca saw a young wolf. It was a beautiful wolf, she thought. It's reddish-brown pelt flowed beautifully in the summer breeze. The hot sun shone down hard on the wolf's eyes, making them glow and shine. It's beautiful Merlot-colored eyes turned towards hers, and she realized what she was looking at. Herself. She saw this wolf then change, go from season to season and transform into a completely different wolf. She saw its face twist in anger and pain and she watched as it walked with a heavier step- as if it had a burden. Ithaca looked away from this wolf, she couldn't bear to see it any longer. Instead she focused on another wolf a little far off, it was yet another beautiful wolf...it looked much like the previous wolf but there was something about it that made her want to leave everything and run after it. The wolf turned its eyes to her. The golden-sunshine-yellow eyes pierced hers. They were familiar. The most familiar eyes Ithaca knew. Her mother, Artanya. 'I miss you', she thought, whispering it to the she-wolf in the distance of her imagination. The beautiful female wolf merely stared at her, expressionless. Ithaca felt a strong breeze go by and with it, her created images disappeared into the air. Ithaca panted as she looked down at her golden-tan paws. She shut her eyes and stood up. "I can't do this", she whimpered silently. The idea of trusting another wolf sounded impossible to her right now. She wanted to run away. But how many had heard her howl and were approaching her? This was a pack she needed. She could feel the edginess in this territory. This was her kind of pack. A pack full of pasts of troubles and the need for revenge. Brutal beasts...like herself. Ithaca stood, torn. She felt another creature approach her...it was still a couple hundred feet away. It was probably a pack member...or maybe another loner like herself. But all she could see out of the corner of her eye was her nemesis. The ruthless rogue who'd murdered her sweet, innocent mother when Ithaca was still just a young wolf. Blood pulsed angrily through her veins. A growl rumbled from her throat. "I'm ready for you. You won't get away this time", Ithaca spit the words, waiting...just waiting.
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Post by ˟ PunkWolf on Jun 7, 2010 16:42:45 GMT -5
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Post by Aeon on Jun 7, 2010 17:05:12 GMT -5
Jackle made his way swiftly through the cold white dessert of the mountain snow, its piled up snow flakes crushed beneath his crimson clawed paws, as he made his way with a hunger that consumed his mind. It was a hunger of curiosity that lashed out against his thoughts with barely kept lust, it curled and slivered inside his cranium like a viper searching out prey amongst the folds of his brain tissue. Not long, not long now. He thought as his large frame and legs took him quickly to the vipers desired destination, his breath steaming upon the air as it leaves his lips escaping, fleeing, running from his jaws and the deadly fanged teeth they held. In the distance he could see the serpents prey, its target of interest, the place where it will spread its poisonous thoughts and words. A lone wolf stood in the distance looking both nervous and indecisive as she look one way and another while he body seemed to be visibly tense, then she changed now she was looking of to one direction in a sort of admiration like you would if you truly adored yourself and where looking into the waters reflection of you, but then she changed again now looking in another direction with an almost longing way as if she was staring into a loved once grace. Perhaps she was at least an image of said loved one conjured from her mind perhaps but this is all just guess work but hey Jackle seemed to enjoy the light thinking and in truth it only made this she wolf all the more intriguing to him at least for the moment.
He approached more cautiously now never knowing if this fae was crazy and may see him as a threat to the world she had created for her mind or perhaps she would simply attack him, at the thought of this a wide smile spread across Jackle’s maw he couldn’t help it he relished a good fight especially when there was a meal of wolf meat at the end of it accompanied by the pains and cries of the slowly oh so slowly devoured wolf. His body began to shake slightly as if he was lathing from the inside and indeed he was the prospect of such luck always humoured him in its own little ways.
As he closed in on the fae things seemed to increasing go the way Jackle liked because she turn in his direction now with her body tensed and a low growl emanated from her larynx, she appeared to be ready to engage him in a fight and wasn’t looking like shed back down even with his overwhelming size against hers. This truly was what Jackle had wanted and was oh so very glad that he had taken the time to see who the call belonged to and with that he arched his back in a hyenas arch concentrating his brute strength in his legs front shoulders and his jaws hoping just hoping for a little bite if any.
His body’s markings turned a slight torques but nothing seemed to happen at least not to anyone near him like she was but for all those who where at least 20 meters away even though they would be able to see the two wolves no sound not a howl not a cry or even a loud call for help would be heard and nor would Jackle or this fae hear if others where approaching for he had erected a sound barrier 20 meters away from him in every direction and all within could not hear out and all out could not hear in, and with that Jackle used his power to amplify his own menacing growl that seemed to resonate of the snow around him.
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Coyotalia
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Post by Coyotalia on Jun 7, 2010 17:37:33 GMT -5
Ithaca could feel the vibrations in the ground, as the creature prowled closer. Her Merlot-colored eyes remained closed as she imagined the rogue to be the prowler. She let her memories enhance his looks. So long had she allowed herself to think of him, but now it was all coming in. The charcoal-black fur, covered in soil and sweat. The piercing yellow eyes, the ruler of her nightmares. The sound of his breathing, ragged and unnerving. She could see him perfectly now...and she could see his last act. Ithaca's previous confident and determined state, seemed to diminish as quickly as it had come. The memories lashed out at her as she knew they would. She had forgotten how much she had remembered that night. She could see herself, young and stupid, running back from a hunt. Victorious, with a young buck in her mow. She could see the plains in front of her, as she trotted back to her current home. She could remember the feel in the air. That eerie, scary feel. She could remember the scent in the air. Ithaca remembered how fear and confusion had bolted through her veins as she wondered why the land was so quiet. Then the worst memory flowed in. Trotting nervously to where she had last seen her mother, Ithaca had come across what would become the subject of all her nightmares in the years to come. Ithaca swallowed noisily, and the visions disappeared. She opened her closely-shut eyes and panted. In front of her was vast territory covered in heaps of snow. There were mountains in the distance, towering over her, casting shadows everywhere. She was not in the plains. The rogue was not coming. No one was attacking her. But then Ithaca was aware of the prowler. She heard his menacing growl. Not a familiar growl. No, it wasn't the rogue who she had imagined. 'Then who's coming?', she wondered, then remembered. 'Oh, of course. I ridiculously called to be accepted into this pack. Absolutely wonderful', she thought sarcastically, and turned to the oncoming wolf. She rolled her eyes at herself thinking how stupid she was. 'Beautiful. I bet he saw my lovely charade. Perfect.'. Ithaca now focused on this wolf and only this wolf. She no longer thought of memories or anything that would make her go mad or look mad...crazy mad, that is. Taking in everything she could of the wolf, analyzing and assessing him, she realized that he did not share the scent of the territory. Ithaca puffed in impatience. She was expecting it to be an Alpha, Beta...even a Subordinate for chrissake! But another loner? 'I must have the worst luck in this stupid world'. She also took in his position. Ithaca knew the position well: he wanted a fight. As appeasing as that sounded, she didn't want to fight, not now. If he attacked her, by all means, she would fight back. However, she would not start the fight. "You're wasting you're time", she muttered aloud, "If I wanted a fight, I wouldn't be hanging out on some pack's lands". However, Ithaca stood tall, and she was a very tall wolf (39 inches in height, in fact), and faced the wolf, fearless. The look on her face, though, was one saying: Get a life and grow up.
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Post by [.Trix.] on Jun 8, 2010 15:32:17 GMT -5
What a day Nera thought silently to herself, her body swaying and head held high. Her encounter with the loner, Aly, had been a semi-good one. A fight nearly broke out but turns out it was just a test brought on by the competitive heart of the femme. So Nera just contined on without a care in the world. She listened as animals skitted across the melting snow, and while the trees waved back and forth with tiny chirping birds taking shelter from the cold in their braches. Then suddenly...
Pointed ears perked up and the sweet humming coming from the fae's maw stopped. She picked up the call of acceptance. A call similiar to aly's, but obviously it had escaped from a different maw. A femme's maw...again. Nera let out a dissapointed sigh, they were always females. Always the gender that tended to piss her off. Hopefully this would be different. Hopefully she would have respect and kindness towards her, but females were very unpredictable. But still they were every where and Nera had nothing planned to do anything about that, so she would jsut deal.
Nera took the same approach she had done with Aly. She came around from the bushes and simply stated her arrival with a simple "hi" . Nera so badly wanted to look into her future, but decided not to. For the last time she did that she was yelled at and told "Get out of my head!" even though she wasn't even in the faes head. Reason number two that females were stated as annoying to Nera. They always said things they knew nothing about. Well except for herself, who knew many things because she liked over hear conversations and look into future conversations. Nera looked over to the femme infront of her. She smiled a welcoming grin and readied herself for upcoming conversation. "Welcome to the Mountians, you must be a loner. But I'm sorry to say the alpha is not here at the moment, and the heirs, well, I'm not sure exactly where they are." Hopefully meeting a subordinate before an alpha would be fine with the femme.
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Coyotalia
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Post by Coyotalia on Jun 8, 2010 18:24:52 GMT -5
As Ithaca stood, waiting for the other loner's move...whether that was an attack or chillaxing like she recommended, she felt the ground's vibrations again. This time was from another direction. Not daring to take her eyes off the loner in front of her, Ithaca merely switched her reddish-brown ears to face behind her. Her tail also twitched. However, her form and her head, including her piercing auburn eyes, stayed focused on the first wolf she encountered in this new territory. The vibrations through the ground were becoming louder, so she knew the other wolf was prowling closer. Ithaca tried to assess the wolf best she could without looking at it. But for some reason, she couldn't very well...usually it was very easy to analyze a wolf without looking at them, but she couldn't even hear this wolf. She could only feel its vibrations. Ithaca glanced momentarily at the oncoming wolf, it was female. The she-wolf appeared to be speaking to her, but she couldn't hear anything. 'Did I go deaf or something?', she wondered. This kind of situation had never happened to her, it confused her. Now, she was looking again at the male wolf who had growled at her. Then it occurred to her. She had heard of wolves who could make "sound barriers" more or less, but never met one. Ithaca growled back at the male, upset that she wouldn't be able to know if the she-wolf was important or not (Beta...or Alpha maybe?...or it could just be the usual subordinate). 'Hey, at least it's better than a moronic loner', she reminded herself, still glaring at the apparently-ready-to-pounce wolf in front of her. However, she wouldn't be able to know anything about the she-wolf as long as the idiot in front of her kept a sound barrier up. "Hey! Would you knock it off!", she growled, crouching into a fight pose. She wasn't worried at all of fighting the creature that was currently the focus of her glare, however, Ithaca did fear that a fight may make her forget the task at hand...which was: joining a pack. Nevertheless, she wouldn't ease out of her pose until she was sure this male was no threat. 'Figures...my luck couldn't be any better. Fate had to give me a male to argue with', Ithaca thought.
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Post by [.Trix.] on Jun 18, 2010 16:45:21 GMT -5
A shocking a stare focused on the fae infront of her as Nera considered the situation. A loner? It sure did not smell like the moutnians. And the other oncoming loner looked concerned about the threat at hand, so she decided to help. With two swift steps she was by the femme's side, and focused on the male. It was a cannabal, nothing good would come of that. But all she could tell was that he wanted food, not if he was going to attack or not because he hadn't made up his mind. So she just guessed that because of his stature and his canabalism, that he was a threat. Nera decided to warn the fae. "He is a canabal, I don't know for sure if he's gonna attack. He hasn't made up his mind yet. But he does seem to pose a threat." Hopefully this information posed as helpful. "By the way, I am Nerakuma, you can call me Nera though. I am a subordinate, aiming for betess but for now just subordinate. Who are you?" she spoke cheerfully, trying to sound pleasent and maybe make a new friend. Well that is if she wasn't aiming for betess, then that may turn into a fued. But still she had confidence that this femme wouldn't mind their little challenge, or what if she does? Well there was always the possible position of gamma, but would she accept. So many questions so little time.
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Coyotalia
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Post by Coyotalia on Jun 20, 2010 11:41:43 GMT -5
Crouched and growling at the male, Ithaca jumped a little when the female stood beside her. Ithaca kept her ginormous paws planted into the snowy ground, and her Merlot-colored eyes stared angrily at the male. However, naturally, she shied away from the she-wolf beside her. Ithaca didn't like intimacy or any kind of closeness with other wolves. Her movement was very vague, moving only her stomach and back a tad bit to the side, to avoid touching this female beside her. Because of the "sound barrier" the moronic male in front of her seemed to set off, she couldn't hear anything the she-wolf was saying to her. Ithaca's Merlot-colored eyes hardened and turned blood-red as she deepened her glare at the male. She wanted to know what this wolf beside her was saying. She was sure it was a pack member...a member of this pack she wanted to join. But she wanted to know if she could trust this wolf or not. The she-wolf's body language seemed to be that she was on her side, but still, she'd like to know what the femme was saying. Ithaca wondered if, even though she couldn't hear the she-wolf, if the she-wolf could hear her. 'I ought to give it a try', Ithaca thought, watching the femme out of the corner of her eye. "I can't understand you, sorry. I doubt you can understand me"[/color], Ithaca rolled her eyes. The femme didn't seem to even know she was talking, as she had continued to talk. Luckily, Ithaca felt a good vibe roll off the wolf beside her- she seemed like a nice wolf. But then again, all this was "seem". She didn't know anything about either wolf. Since the wolf in front of her merely stroke a fighting pose and nothing more. And since the wolf beside her was muted because of the sound barrier. Maybe, with the two of them facing this other loner, he would back off, turn off his power for a second, and let all of them figure this out. Ithaca hoped that the loner didn't intend to fight the two of them. She didn't know what a good fighter the femme beside her was, and didn't want to hurt her if a fight started, as Ithaca wouldn't be careful with whom she was fighting.
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Post by Aeon on Jun 26, 2010 18:14:57 GMT -5
With the vibrations of his resonating growl still freshly rippling the snows surface around his paws the atmosphere of tension and Jackle’s excitement quickly diffused as the fae seemed to regain her senses an realise where she Pitty "You’re wasting you’re time. If I wanted to fight, I wouldn’t be hanging out on some pack’s lands" Now that doesn’t sound like it’s any fun since the best place to have a fight is where your fighting someone with something to protect namely a place you would call home *sigh* The youth to day have so little sense or is it just this one wolf before me,… no no its really all the wolves except a few gems have no sense nothing but walking steaks it would seem.
Jackle stared proudly into the fea’s eyes before him choosing to search the surrounding area behind her with only his peripheral vision still keeping his barrier up as only a precaution to what may happen if he did take it down in the fea’s company. If wasn’t long before he could see some movement in one of the bushes behind her which soon transpired to be another female wolf with what seemed to be a welcoming smile or was it an apologetic one he wasn’t quite sure be she seemed to be saying something in a light carefree manner Jackle let a low sigh Should of learnt how to lip read ..
Surprisingly however the fae within his barrier seemed to have realised that he was the course of her confusion over the issue of not being able to hear the new comer’s greeting and was now crouching into a deeper fighting poster while growling her displeasure at him Go figure now your will to fight when there is now no point to it
He watched the movements of both the faes in front of him and wasn’t surprised to see the once muted female from beyond the barrier move to the other fae’s side but what did surprise him was what he heard the newcomer say. "He is a canabal, I don't know for sure if he's gonna attack. He hasn't made up his mind yet. But he does seem to pose a threat." How little you know.
And what got him even more to a point of near lather was that even though they where both now in the sound barrier and all three of the could now speak freely the first fae seemed to be ignoring her or was still thinking she couldn’t hear and some how this became so . With this Jackle lost interest in the fight altogether as he tried to lie down in a non threatening pose while still lathing “ well Nerakuma since you obviously seem to know me so well I can only assume you’re a mind reader of sorts or a future past serer maybe either way since you know me isn’t it time I knew you? And of course our confused friend over there beside you” Jackle’s coat lost its turquoise glow and now all sound from the outside greeted them at once.
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Post by [.Trix.] on Jun 28, 2010 1:19:33 GMT -5
With a quick roll of her eyes and a sympethtic sigh Nera looked dead on to the male as he spoke. And then listening to the fae beside her words she glanced her way and smiled. "It is fine dear, you should be able to hear me now. He has stopped his sound barrier, or atleast enough so we can hear eachother." And with that last word she again centered her attention to the male. Was he asking about her? Why her? "Well If you must know I can see the future, I see you eating other wolves but because you hadn't made up your mind I couldn't see if you were gonna attack us. And I am a subordinate here in the mountians. And correct me if I'm wrong but you don't exactly smell like mountians. May it be you have not been here for very long or it be you are not mountians. I do not recognize you as pack and I refuse to share personal information or let down my guard because you have indeed posed a threat." And with a toss of her head she turned her nose to the sky and snorted. Flicking her tail she made her self look mighty and higher in rank than the others, asserting her dominance even if she didn't mean too. And with once gentle maroon eyes she lowered her head after her dominance prance and once again took up a half crouch, ready for any attack that may or may not come her way.
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Coyotalia
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Post by Coyotalia on Jun 28, 2010 13:02:33 GMT -5
Ithaca was still rather uncomfortable but she could hear the femme beside her now. Still, she wouldn't dare relax her glare. Ithaca didn't trust the male in front of her. But, shocker, Ithaca didn't trust any male so it's understandable. She eased up on her facial expression, though, and stood up a little, standing normally now. Now since she was no longer in a crouch, the other wolves could see her full height- Ithaca was a tall wolf. But she continued her hateful glare towards the male who now lied on the ground. Sighing, she quit growling and glanced at the she-wolf momentarily. She no longer found this male as much of a threat, she just didn't like him. Obviously, Ithaca was quite relieved to be able to hear and analyze the femme beside her now. The female was very polite and understanding. She was a subordinate, much to Ithaca's dismay. However, Ithaca was happy that she could at least meet some member of the mountain pack. Maybe she'd meet the Betas and Alphas later. Ithaca narrowed her eyes at the "cannibal" in front of her as the two spoke to each other. She absorbed all the information she heard then found a space to join in on the conversation. Now that her stance was relaxed, she took her eyes off the hated male wolf and looked half at Nerakuma and half at the male, but spoke to the female. Positive now that this femme was a part of the mountain pack, and therefore currently a rank higher than herself, she kept to respectfulness, hopeful to make a good impression and be accepted by at least one pack member. She remembered that she did want to be part of a pack, and that that's where she wanted to go with her life. "Nerakuma", she spoke calmly, and kept the eye that was facing the she-wolf, down a little respectfully, "It's nice to finally talk to you". When she said that she half-glared at the male again, then flicked her head away from him completely to talk fully to the subordinate. In that flick, she was showing him that she no longer found him a threat and wasn't fearful of him. Ithaca had completely heard his remark about herself being 'confused'. Luckily, she wasn't in a tense mood anymore, and the word simply went in one ear and out the other (she disregarded it). As she had a second ago stood to her full height, she now inched down a little to show her low rank and respect. "I'd gladly tell you my name once the male to my left relaxes and makes the atmosphere more natural. But, as it's quite obvious, I'm interested in joining this pack. When might be the nearest chance when I can meet the Beta or perhaps, Alpha of this land?", Ithaca was careful on choosing the wording. She wasn't very good with first impressions or getting into a pack. Once she was in one, she was an excellent pack member...especially if she were a rank that she was proud of. However, all the pre stuff was really tough for her. Still, she hoped Nerakuma would accept her.
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Post by Coyotalia on Aug 17, 2010 8:26:02 GMT -5
ooc// Come on, people, post!
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