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| She Who Chases the Moon; Dire chase! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 08:59 AM (730 Views) | |
| Seiss | Oct 24 2010, 08:59 AM Post #1 |
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OOC [Niyushi forest. Be seriously prepared for wounds. She will play you like the devil. Warned! Feel free to enter NPCs, though do note that PCs have higher chance of winning cus I want a boi for Morr to snuggle with :B PCs... dun slack off =P] The moon was calling. She felt it for days now. It pulled every particle in her body like bewitching caresses over the sea’s gown. Seductively tugging dark waters up, yet never parting its lover’s secretive folds. So infuriating. Demeaning. Cold light from the Moon lit her afire, her desire engulfed by indignant rage against the Goddess of the Night. Her eyes, the reflection of glowing steel in the dark, bright and freshly wrought from the pits of fire projected her wrath. Fierce wrinkles scratched her scarred muzzle, lips on the verge of unsheathing fangs. Darker than night, her newly shed fur reflected a cool blue shine. She had raced for days, obeying the instinctual call with hatred. Forced to leave her two-legged pup. She lay tensely at rest in a clearing, by the bonasus carcass she had acquired in her moon induced frenzy two days ago. But she had no appetite for the flesh now. The intoxicating thrum in her blood had intensified, flushing her muscles with tangible strength. Impatient strength confined in coils, urging her to use it. A low growl rumbled from her chest, tumultuous and trembling, building to shatter in a vicious snarl. There was a sound. A sound she had to voice. Sing. She couldn’t remember it. It had been a long time since she succumbed to the moon’s beckoning. She had not lost the struggle yet. No. Soon, she would, but Morrigane wouldn’t give in when she still had the strength and sense to thwart it. The howl of another Dire trailed a delicious shiver down her spine. Yes… the song. Shuddering, her eyes glazed for a brief moment, riding the tempting sensation. But it was an unwelcome touch. Hackles raised and ears pressed flat against her skull, she growled her frustration and raked grooves in the earth with her large paw. Dried twigs and leaves crackled under her ruthless ministration. She shook her head violently, stubbornly refusing to rise despite the pressing urge. An urge that was quickly transforming to need. Raw need. Howl, daughter…. The command raked her tender throat, clawed her chest like demons from the purgatory of her burning core. Rising in a fluid, forceful movement, her paw lifted to take the first obligatory step. Then another. Pride however, made her turn. Morrigane prowled back and forth, wearing a path down on the leaf littered forest floor. Her pace grew hurried, impatient… desperate. Curling, rasping whines escaped her abused throat as she tried to produce the sound. The task proved harrowing, punishment for her negligence to the voice she was so gifted. Her lips curled, tossing a snarl of defiance to the moon. Tired of it all, Morrigane braced herself and with a mighty heave of her glossy chest, she poured out her soul through parted jaws. A mournful howl arched through the silent night, reaching, deafening, fluctuating; a tempting serpent to the ears of her kin. She raced, teasing past the trees. Her spine curled and uncurled in rhythm to the powerful, ghosting steps of her paws. Heated breaths misted through her nose, steady and easy with no strain. Leaping onto a high cliff, she tossed her head and released another haunting call, shorter than the first but with no less might. Let them beware that she would take no weakling. With a rumbling growl, she was on the move again, slave to the moon’s ghostly whip shimmering off her dark fur. She would pause for no one. |
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| Carni | Oct 24 2010, 10:16 AM Post #2 |
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Bloodbite was still wandering the forests with his rider, still restless after he had heard the Moonrunner female howl for males, pricking his ears at the faintest sound he heard. A faint scent and strong instincts drove him onwards, through the trees, around the bushes while the moonlight shone on his path. He paused at the distant howling of another dire, his head held high. No. Not this one. Frustrated he came to a halt under a group of lush trees, waiting for his rider to unmount. He was complaining, something of being saddle sore or another similar weird word that made no sense to the dire's ears. At least it didn't take too long to take off said saddle, along with his heavy plated armor. Neither of them would've wandered off into the wilderness without their heavy harnesses. Probably because neither of them planned to die just yet. The big Sundasher sat down on his haunches as his rider begun to set up camp, lighting a small fire that was hardly visible from among the trees unless your were directly above it. Fire. A smelly thing. Something Blood had learned to hate. Dragons could spit fire. And unlike Water, it was not needed for survival. He could live happily without it. The Moon was light enough tonight. And it was calling.... calling... Bloodbite's golden eyes snapped open at the sudden sound closeby. A third dire in these woods? No! A female calling! The great Sundasher jumped to his feet and ran off into the darkness, paying no mind to the confused glance that followed him. The undergrowth was thick and unyielding at first, but he struggled through until he reached an area where the trees stood further apart. His huge paws were pounding heavily on the ground as he sped through the darkness, leaping over fallen trees and rushing through the leaves. Where? Where was she? Her scent was distant and faint, a mere tease in the winds. He had to find her, quick, before anyone else could snatch her away! Hurriedly he spun around a large log, following a game trail for a few meters before he vanished into the blackness once more. On a large stone he finally paused to listen, his fur bristling in the wind, nose raised to catch her scent. And then he heard her again, even closer this time but her call was much shorter. And this time, he answered. His huge chest heaved, his breath rolling like steam from his open maw as he howled. To his Moon which was not the ivory colored circle high above but the female that ran below. His voice was deep and thick with desire, carrying far across the land. He sung to her, to the Queen of the Darkness, to the beauty that had called him. But he also sung a warning to all the other males that could hear, a challenge to try and keep him from chasing her through the trees. His answer, altough it seemed to stretch endlessly into the night, did not last forever and when it came to an end, to a last, quivering tone, so deep it was hard to hear even for a dire, he jumped back down from the stone, vanishing just like her call had before. He could smell her now and he knew she wasn't wasting any time. Faster and faster he ran, the trees around him only just a blurr as he sped past. There! He caught a glimpse of movement in the darkness, lost her, then found her again. Closer, closer!, his mind screamed as he crashed through the trees, recklessly forcing his way through until he was suddenly free of the undergrowth and behind her. Chasing her. She had something the other female had lacked. Ferociousness. Strength. A Duskstrider she might be but there was no way one could call her fragile, altough he might still make her look small. She combined both strength and agility in one body and Bloodbite suddenly knew that this[/] would be a real challenge... |
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| Blood of the Beast | Oct 24 2010, 08:17 PM Post #3 |
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((Hey look, an NPC! 8D)) He had forgotten why he had come out to this forest in the first place. He couldn't recall having been given any missions, and yet Ande had wanted him out here. The white Duskstrider had been quite eager to leave, for some reason. His handler, with nothing better to do, plus a wise understanding of his dire's urges, had obliged with no comment, but in his mind, he was questioning. Ande was strange, but usually he didn't just up and leave like this. Sure, they hadn't been out in a while... maybe the Duskstrider just wanted to stretch his legs and go for a long run, like in the old days. They were getting old, at least by the dire handler's standards. They certainly felt old next to the dragons in the Academy. Half the dragons that had cooed over Ande as a pup had barely aged since the Duskstrider passed into adulthood. Too bad Ande hadn't chased any females recently. The handler had thought that this new age would afford his dire an advantage. That, and Ande's slim-for-a-Duskstrider build, pure white fur, and incredible capacity for speed seemed like females would be falling over themselves to get him to sire their litters. Yet, Ande had only won one female in his current life. Perhaps the dire's youthful klutziness was returning, and it was hindering his chances of such a monumentous occasion. At least Ande had been able to see his mate's small litter, but the female had long since vanished after their children had grown up. No one really knew if she had gone rogue, or died, but it didn't matter anymore. Ande was a dire, a loving mate but not one to pine for the loss. There were other females. Speak of the devil. The direhandler sighed as the familiar howl coursed through the chilly air, and as Ande's white ears pricked. "Oh boy..." He eyed his beast, stroking the creature's silky fur, for he had already removed their riding gear. "Do you think it's her?" Ande turned his golden eyes to his rider... no other movements were necessary. He didn't think so, and it didn't matter anymore. This was a fresh start. A chance to prove himself anew. "You're right. Go." He slapped his dire lightly on the well-muscled rump. "Don't embarrass yourself." Ande snorted, apparently taking it in good humor, then swished his tail and surged forward. The handler smiled, then took a spot sitting against a tree. Idly he gnawed on a strip of cold meat, listening to the fading sounds of paws on earth. It had been a while since Ande had truly enjoyed the feeling. The surge of hormones, the air past his face, caressing his sparkling fur and fueling his strides. He needed no guide but his nose, and before long, he had come into view of the dark, hulking female. A Duskstrider like himself, but one who obviously was not influenced by other blood... Sundasher, if any. Unlike Ande's own half-Moonrunner lineage. He had inherited his mother's thinner build and speed capabilities, but his larger bulk meant that he tended to not be able to control his speed as well. He'd be able to overtake her if he ever needed to, but he would save his speed for later. As long as he didn't abuse it, he could run for a while. For now, he'd keep to an easy lope, waiting for the real challenge to begin. He kept his distance from the red-stained Sundasher, sensing a high level of competitive spirit from his rival. Yes, if he valued his own life, he would have to play his cards carefully. Hopefully, he had not lost his touch. He still knew how to run. |
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| Kialish | Oct 24 2010, 08:50 PM Post #4 |
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The fire was warm on Acer's fur, the pitch black fibers picking up the flames heat with ease. His bonded was resting on the other side of the fire, leaning against the tree with a knife across his chest and hat in his face. Typical Kienin. Acer was slowly being lulled into a sleep, the warm lulling the Sundasher into a dream when he heard her call. He had been hearing females call for a great while now, but most he ignored, since his duties were to Kienin and what their job was out here. He had held himself back several times, despite Kienins insisting on his chasing. The black dire simply refused and kept working. But this one... this one had a shiver run from the tip of his tail to the curl of his golden horns. His ears pricked instantly and his vibrant amber eyes snapped open at her beckoning. Growling at himself, he closed his eyes, huffed and nosed the dirt, trying to find the sleepiness he had felt before her call. He couldn't. She must have been something special to hold back his sleep. Acer stood and stretched his lengthy body, gold and orange striations in his fur shimmering in the fire light. He sniffed, looked at Kienin, and left. He raced across the jungle, traveling smoothly and quickly despite his bulk. It felt good to run with the surge of hormonal adrenaline, to chase again... It had been sometime. The dirt beneath his paws and foliage that whipped by him were brought to a new awareness by his desire to chase, his desire to mate. His ears were pricked forward, both tails raised and body low for speed. His pink tongue lolled out of his mouth as he ran, bright eyes scanning for the female and her pursuers. He smelled them, oh so close but they hadn't come into his field of vision yet. As he leaped over a fallen tree, muscles rippling and colorfully light striations standing out against his hide, he saw the males, two of them so far. The scent of the female, so eager to be chased was driving him mad. A deep growl issued from his black lips, snarling at Bloodbite ferociously. His ears pinned back as he ran alongside the red dire. He glanced up ahead and saw her... the wonderful female for which they ran. He knew her not, maybe crossing her path a few times at the academy, but it had been months since either him or Kienin had been there. But he could smell the ferocity on her breath, hear the endless growl that issued past her lips. She was going to put up a fight for the right to mate her, but Acer would prove himself. He would show her that this Sundasher was the one she would want to have pups with and be proud. His eyes rolled around to see the Duskstrider that followed as well. With a smug and almost smile like expression on his lips, Acer barked coyly at the smaller wolf. He was of no threat to himself. Yet. Things were yet to be played out with the lovely female. He looked back to Bloodbite, eye whites showing and lips pulled back to show all his teeth. He, right now, was the largest concern to Acer. He was another Sundasher, strong and powerful like himself. If he proved to have more stamina, more strength, more speed.... Acer would loose out. But, he had not aroused himself form sleep to chase a female at loose! Pulling to the side a bit, Acer jumped at Bloodbite full force, teeth posed to shed blood. |
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| Seiss | Oct 26 2010, 06:38 AM Post #5 |
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Gyrfalcon- geddit right bud, or you is food.
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OOC [Okies, we've waited long enuff. If we are gonna have more fun, let us begin~ Still open to new entrants, however.] An ancient calling and a sacred time when the Moon’s wine, stored in the veins of her daughters, ripened to rise like vapours to seep into flesh and bone. The clouds unravelled the roots of her soul, lifted it from the vessel and scattered it to the cradling wind. A balance between exquisite peace and pressing urge, she drifted. Everywhere and nowhere.The silky brush of dust and the rolling granules of dirt on resistant earth; chimes from jaded, waxen leaves; the musk and spice concocted from riddles in the bark of trees, ridged leaflets and blooming flowers; she was liquid wind that devoured them all. Drunk in her blood’s own brand of intoxication, she revelled in the sharp pleasure of heightened senses. Deep and twined with viscous desire thick as warmed chocolate, a male answered her summon. Her singular world evolved, revolved swift as a spinning top to latch fast upon the spiralling desire burning insistently behind superficial pleasure. She frisked, tossing duke blue mane to threading fingers of the breeze. Fury battled futilely against the net of lust dissolving into skin. Velvet paws beat faster, projecting what’s left of her defiance. She didn’t manage to escape him, however, the first male barrelling at her tail with his brutish entrance. Escape? No, she wanted this controlling hunger sated. There was a scent… so faint upon his own imposing masculinity that was mockingly female. For a brief second of clarity, stunned out of her stupor, red rimmed her sight. A snarl wrinkled her muzzle as she tilted her head a fraction to the side to flash tusk and fangs in his direction, grey eyes cold as frosted steel. Unwelcome. Her pace shifted faster than a blink of an eye, forefeet and hind exchanging momentum to bring her closer to his larger form. Her jaws snapped dangerously close to his shoulder, hurling the bold male a threat. Did the Moon draw her here to have a second handed male? No. Hind feet launched her forward and she veered left, twisting like black wind past the trees. But he had answered. So she cast him a brief glance with a slight condescending cock of her head, offering a dare to this blood pelted male to follow her through the path she would raze to test him. How much did he want her? Too soon, another male joined the race at the other side of her flank. This one was clean. Clean of other females. The rise of rage tamed upon realization. He was pale as the moon, smaller than the large battle-worn and so slimly built for a Duskstrider. Morrigane recognized beauty, but she had little taste for such. He had an admirable gait, however- such caressing touches to the ground on which he trod. Turning her nose to catch his scent, her own, heavy misting breaths floated his way. She wanted more- the blood under his hide and the colour of his soul revealed upon slicing his heart. Would he surrender them all? Pitching her weight to veer yet another sharp, challenging turn, she raced past this Moon prince, teasing him with her scent. Another, black as she- or perhaps darker- a Sundasher as the one before took his own place with the rest. The heady scent of his lust drew saliva from beneath her tongue to coat the walls of her mouth. The grip over control shuddered upon insertion of his presence, like drug smeared under her sensitive nose. Eyelids drooped and grey eyes fogged as she tilted her head heavenward, exposing her throat in an innocent gesture of seduction. She knew their individual scents, but was tasting them still, searching for her brand of wine. A rippling shudder spasm down her spine signalled her waking. A battle between two impressive mammoths had begun behind her. Intent upon taking only the worthy, her tail flicked languid movement along with her strides. She wouldn’t bother herself with either but the victor. To the pale Duskstrider not far behind, her eyes rolled to regard him in their silent run. She would heed no other moon than the one above. What has he to offer? A maze of towering, Minotaur trees emerged ahead. Curling roots tall and tangling enough to hide her form stretched to her their services. Frozen trunks bowed and clawed branches hung low to greet her passing and snare her pursuers. The tame forest of Niyushi was a mere playground to her cradle, and her cradle was no place for Sekkai pampered Dires. And play she would tonight. A short sighing breath misted past parted jaws as she leapt, forefeet tucked against compressed ribs, hind legs stretched to finish the sinuous arc of her form. Through the narrow, claw rimmed opening she flew, clean as an arrow issued not from the bow of man. In mid-air, she shifted her weight abruptly down, cutting the long jump alarmingly short. With the coiling, gnarled roots for cover, she sank silent as a shadow’s stroke and vanished. Scent was an obvious lure. Hers was everywhere in this maze. A temptress phantom in her makeshift abode, she had purposefully rubbed her fur against the roots. There was no path, no lead. Neither head nor tail to tell her course. In these narrow, tripping paths, she twisted, circled and wound like a silent ghost. The sounds of her footfalls were faint at best, glancing off arching roots and trunks like echoes in the dark. Here the shadows swayed maliciously, and the leaves above hiss spiteful, unrecognizable words. The pressure of unseen eyes pressed upon those who dared to enter…. Was there something else in this stygian labyrinth? |
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| Carni | Oct 28 2010, 01:54 AM Post #6 |
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Bloodbite had been the first to arrive and altough there had been a slim hope that it would remain just as it had started, it did not last for long. A Duskstrider was second to arrive but Bloodbite paid him no mind as long as he would stay behind him and out of his way. His snarl was just a warning, his teeth glistening in the darkness as he sped after the female, the great price that teased them just out of reach. The second male to arrive was an entirely different matter. Not only did he choose to run alongside Blood, he also was a Sundasher just like himself, with black fur and the powerful build that made them the strongest among the dires. Bloodbite met his growl with one of his own, his ears up, the tips pushed forward, teeth bared for him to see his impressive fangs. At least there seemed to be one thing they could agree upon - the Duskstrider being in no place to rival either of them. This run would be decided between the two of them, he thought, the third male being only just a small sidenote. Bloods attention shifted from his rival to the black female they all three chased when she paid him some attention, altough some might see a snarl and a snap as dismissal, Blood only felt his blood run hotter, burn through his veins like molten lava. She was testing him! Teasing him. He wouldn't give up just because someone bared his teeth at her. Oh no, he would not. Swiftly, his attention spun back to his rival, early enough to notice that he angled sideways, away from him. Muscles tensed when he saw his intend and when the other male charged, he met him head on, his legs pushing his full weight into the battle. His jaws snapped shut, searching for throat, neck, face, anything of his rival. He felt teeth dig into the thick skin that covered his shoulder and blood welled up to darken his red fur. He howled but not of pain, of anger as he tore himself away from the other male again. They did not have the time for more than a swift exchange of a few bites every now and then unless they dared to risk loosing her to the Duskstrider. And Bloodbite wasn't mad enough to waste his chance just yet. He limped for a step, then a second before his gait turned back to his former ease, the wound he had taken already forgotten. It wouldn't be the last time they met in battle, that much he knew but it could never be more than a short distraction. Would not. The trees around him had changed almost unnoticed, towering higher and higher above him. And the female... had vanished into the labyrinth, making them loose her somehow, her black pelt serving as perfect camouflage in the darkness that surrounded them on every side. He couldn't see her. He could only smell her, but her scent was everywhere. Bloodbite was strong, domineering. Quite full of himself... but he was by no means stupid. Her scent would only confuse her and his sight would not help. But there were other senses to be had. Bloodbite slowed down, until he was only walking slowly and silently among the trees, not bothering with the other males who might have went off elsewhere already. Or were waiting for him to make a mistake, to pounce him from the shadows. Bloodbite listened. Intendly. His golden eyes watching the undergrowth warily. He was still on guard, altough it might even seem as if he had given up already... There! The faintest whisper of paws on the dry ground, too heavy to belong to a mice and yet not as heavy as his own steps. The light steps of the female? Swiftly, Bloodbite went after the noise, pausing until he heard it again, stalking the woods as fast and apt as he could. She would not escape him this easily, he was no fool to be tricked by the wind and the darkness. And neither could another creature make him think it were a dire... He would find her, sooner or later... Or the other Sundasher and take his sweet time to teach his rival a lesson... |
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| Blood of the Beast | Nov 1 2010, 08:00 PM Post #7 |
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Ande could hardly believe it had been so long since he had last experienced something like this. He didn't even try to hold back his sigh of contentment as he allowed his legs to stretch more, his long strides matching those of the Sundashers. The white Duskstrider let his mouth hang open a bit, the wind soaring into him, carrying with it the heady scent of musk and pheromones. He could hear the Sundashers' traded snarls near him, but he chose to ignore them. After years and many chases of his own, the senior dire knew that those who chose to fight among themselves often lost favor with the female. She wanted eyes on HER. And certainly his old mate had approved when he had ignored the competition and gone after her. If the Sundashers wanted to fight, let them. At least it would keep the behemoths' attention off of the smaller Duskstrider. A small part of him was unnerved at the stare the female returned at him after scrutinizing her larger suitors. She appreciated him, it seemed, and liked the way he moved with his signature lightness. His rider had told him once that he had been named after the wind. And how accurate it was. But she wanted more than just a fast gait and fluid movement. Somehow... she wanted his insides. His heart and soul and blood. But Ande was at the top of his game now, becoming one with his namesake, flowing over the earth and bending with its curvature. So long as he did not get distracted and lose himself in the movement of his own paws, he could theoretically win. It all depended on his focus... and whether or not the Sundashers decided to turn their fangs on him. He hadn't noticed the change in scenery. What had once been a space for him to weave fluidly among open forestry and airy openness now turned into an enclosed labyrinth of roots and valleys. The shock of the change, plus his realization that he had lost sight of the female, sent him into sensual overdrive. His nose twitched fervently, wildly attempting to pick up her scent again. He slowed to a trot, chest heaving, as he ducked under a root, eyes flickering every which way. In his frantic search for black pelt and flashing yellow eyes, he failed to notice a root that sharply jutted out from the ground. Oh no. Tripping... that was a fatal flaw in a dire chase. It had been his downfall many a time. He certainly hoped that the female hadn't seen. She was lurking somewhere, probably keeping tabs on every male, but who would she appear for? Ande certainly hoped he hadn't failed her yet. He still had a chance. If he kept tripping over his own feet during the maze, perhaps if she brought them back to open ground... he could redeem himself. So he merely slid around a corner, nose still wary for her scent, but his eyes now focused on the ground ahead of him. He couldn't fall prey to his curse of pup-hood. No. Not again. He was above that, and he would show her. |
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| Kialish | Nov 2 2010, 04:42 PM Post #8 |
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The blood of the other sundasher on his tongue tasted sweet, their brief encounter bringing forth red. He growled violently as the red dire bit at random at Acer, the black and orange dire feeling fur being torn from his neck as Bloodbites fangs came too close to his jugular for comfort. He pulled away as soon as he bit flesh, kicking at the now injured sundasher for good measure. He wanted to pull ahead. Already, their short brawl had him tasting the air for the females scent. His tongue lolled as he breathed her scent, tasted her on the air. Oh, how he longed to catch her! She was no mere prize, she was much more than that. Soon enough he caught up to her, but it was all too short for Acers' liking. The way her fur shone in the moonlight, the way she ran with such swiftness, it had a tingle of excitement run down his spine. He held his head higher, pride in his long gait. Ahead, he lost her again, looking around confused for a moment, but than, he saw the maze, the many trees whose gnarled fingers formed a labyrinth. Her next test. If one looked carefully enough, they would see a smirk on his face. He wasn't expecting a game of hide and seek, but he was going to find her, he would claim her from the others who he deemed unworthy. Of course, he was no where as small and deft to get through the entrance with ease, but he barreled his way through the branches and brambles, snarling as the clawed trees tore at his fur. His nose wrinkled as he ran through the maze, carefully dodging the natural obstacles in his way. He needed to find her... but her scent lined every tree and stone, bits of her fur taunting them, letting Acer know just how close yet out of reach she was. His jaws still hung open slightly, breathing her scent. He had almost forgotten about Bloodbite, but soon enough the smell of his earlier spilled blood hit his nostrils. He snarled, trying to decide whether to attack him and take out an opponent or continue after the female. Attacking the red male would leave an opening for the duskstrider, not something he wanted to consider. In the end, he decided to ignore Bloodbite for now, maybe nip him if he got closer to himself or to the female. Other smells were interferring with that of the females, and although hers was most prominent, it wasn't a trail to her. It was a simple reminder that this was going to be a challenge. Skidding to a stop, Acer closed his slobbering jaws and stood still. In between his heaving breaths, he listened carefully to the sounds of the night. Bats, night birds, the paw beats of the competitors.... and lighter, deft steps. The females. She padded through with a wide and gentle gait, the sound unmistakably her. It was faint, hardly even heard with the all the dires' ears. He looked around, feeling watched suddenly. Now that the hormone fueled adrenaline had calmed slightly, he could see the twisting shadows, the ominous things that moved in the night. But they deterred him not. Instead, he lifted his head to the moon and howled longingly. His hackles raised and a new rush of adrenaline flooded him. Running with renewed energy, he sought the female. His lips were pulled into an eager smile, teeth flashing in the night. He growled with vigor, feeling the hormonal urge pool up inside him. There was no urge to attack the other males, now his attention was soley on her and finding her. If he lost, it would be a long night of howling... |
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| Seiss | Nov 5 2010, 11:09 AM Post #9 |
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Gyrfalcon- geddit right bud, or you is food.
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OOC [I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE Dx *scrambles to study*] Under the stroke of the moon’s pull, and the hot coaxing of her singing blood, they slipped beneath her blackened, hardened shields and drew out a treasured sliver of her soul she reserved only for one human. Playfulness and affection tinted the cold expanse of her chest. The hold of instinct’s satin leash around her throat, one she had recognized and loathed for binding her will, was soon forgotten. She was leading this chase, but the three males, unbeknownst to them, were the ones who truly wove the net to trap a creature such as she. And she allowed it, against her nature. Left alone without instinct for a guide, she would have been lost. The order of things was wrong here. She was hunter, her senses told her that. She analysed them just as she would any prey or enemy, reading their movements, their eyes and their aura. Yet they ran after her and she knew she was the prize they all sought. Red pelt, she sensed, was a male of pride and possession. How he had plundered through the undergrowth was proof enough that he was not one to tolerate obstructions. A figure she would only be delighted to thwart should he dare to impose his power over her. She slithered in the dark, a deceiving shadow to three pairs of searching golden eyes. Without light, her own silver eyes were fleeting flickers in the gloom, easily dismissed among the sheen of waxen leaves. Her wide paws rested gently, but firmly on coarse surface of raised roots, hushed as she crawled with the agility of expertly controlled muscle compressions. Dark velvet ears flicked back and forth, sifting for padding paws of her pursuers. They had all slowed after making a great racket upon entrance to the forest’s labyrinth. Heavier, rougher breaths belonged to the two with larger chests. One, more refined and slimmed was no doubt the Duskstrider’s. They were faint, though certainly not far. Amusement coloured her gaze as she turned her head to the sources of footfalls. Were the Sundashers converging on the white Duskstrider? The Moon Prince was no pup, but he certainly reminded her of one. She had sensed his unease when she openly observed him and now wondered why he had come to her summon. Gentleness was no part of her build and she would only gift it to those who earned their place in her narrow heart. Since her unfortunate birth, Morrigane had learnt vultures would peck her bones clean if the foolish notion of generosity ever crossed her mind. He was delicate in her eyes. The black one radiated unrestrained ferocity, raw and imposing. His desire laced howl announced his position with no care for rousing the dangers of the dark. She could catch a faint whiff of blood from both Sundashers. It flared bright under the scan of her senses. A smooth shiver trailed deliciously down her spine and a low rumble hummed in her throat. The coil of energy writhed impatiently in her belly, urging her to run. She could feel it too, the dissatisfaction coming from the dark Sundasher. Their free race a moment before had been too short to challenge him and perhaps… was this impatience she sensed? She crept up the crest of a wide root, levering herself above the white Duskstrider. Paws scarped the cracked surface with no care for stealth any longer. She chose him not because she had decided what she wanted. Morrigane chose him because his snow white coat was a beacon to the others. Where she leads him, the others will follow. Peering below, her mirror grey eyes turned in search of the other Dires, ensuring that her presence was revealed to them. Then she slid, as careless as a feline for her own landing safety off her perch, and dropped herself before the Duskstrider. Blood stained eyes fixed on his yellow ones, curious and calculating. Then abruptly she turned with a swift flick of her ankles and wove in a gentle lope, deeper into the maze. Swift to challenge them, but she stayed within their range of sight. The twisting path she took had unseen traps of crouching obstacles rising from the ground, where speed was certainly a disadvantage. But that wasn’t the true pressure. The path was narrow, certainly not wide enough to accommodate two Dires side by side. They would have to run in single file if they wanted to keep her in sight, or risk losing her if they chose another. |
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| Carni | Nov 6 2010, 03:52 AM Post #10 |
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Bloodbite snarled silently as he crept through the undergrowth. He caught a glimpse of his rivals here and there but never long enough to allow him to use the chance and confront them. He longed to push their noses into the dirt where they belonged... but he was not given a chance to do so. Their paths through the woods were too different, the night too dark here. But neither did he catch sight of the Darkness they had all chosen to follow. Only a flicker of silver here and there. His own golden eyes did not match hers, burning like miniature suns whenever the moonlight shone upon him but no like silvery moons such as hers. This was her night, clearly, and he was just an intruder. He did, however, plan to be a victorious intruder and catch the beauty in the darkness she had woven around them. He was patient. Alert. And he knew quite well that he was strong. The still bleeding gash on his shoulder was only just a mere scratch. Nothing that could slow him. Not now. He felt her eyes upon him once or twice but whenever he turned, she was already long gone. She was playing with them, but he didn't really mind. Sooner or later, she would grow bored. And then, he would be there. Waiting, ready for her to reappear. The wound and his rivals were only minor distractions, altough he had hoped he could use this small... 'pause'... in their run to take care of the other Sundasher. Too bad he had slipped away into the darkness too soon. Maybe he would be given another chance later. He had been right with his thoughts, it seemed, because just when he caught sight of the lightly colored Duskstrider, ready to kick him out of the challenge, she jumped down before them and led him off for another chase. Bloodbite would be close second to follow. Very close second. He had been in war too often and too long to miss a chance such as these. He expected the other Sundasher to fall in behind him and treat him quite like he would treat the Duskstrider, but he was no lightweight that would fall easily. Bloodbite planned to give the Duskstrider ahead of him quite the chase. The path was treachery, that he knew almost instantly, and he would just make it all the harder for the leading male. It was inacceptable to have anyone be ahead of him. Between him and his price. Oh no, this male would not get away lightly for not letting him pass in the first place. Bloodbite bared his teeth in a malicious grin. Time to make this male work a little harder... His powerful leaps grew wider as he sped up to a dangerously fast pace, to catch up with his lightfurred rival. Until his haunches were in reach. And Bloodbite would not nibble lovingly. He would breath his hot breath down his rivals neck and put some holes in his arse if he caught him. Should he even catch a leg, he'd try and fling the Duskstrider off to the side and take over the lead. Running single file was one thing. Running second another. He wouldn't accept that. And should the Duskstrider stumble - his own fault or not - he would just gallopp over him and stomp him into the ground, ensure that he would not stand up and challenge him again. Surely, the black Sundasher would try to do the same to him, but Bloodbite had learned the hard way how to deal with someone that annoyed him. Once the Duskstrider was out of the way, he could stop suddenly and knock the other male off balance, finish him there and then before he continued to chase the female. In Bloodbites mind, everything was bound to lead to one thing. His victory. And he didn't seem like someone who would accept anything less - altough he was quite obviously planning to work hard for it. As hard as he could, to be exact. Maybe... that would be enough to prove himself worthy in her eyes... ((Short blerghpost... ^^ I didn't want to jump ahead too much without having the other males react first.)) |
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| Blood of the Beast | Nov 7 2010, 01:56 PM Post #11 |
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Never before had Ande run with this much focus before. After his little mishap upon entering the maze, he had chosen to slow his progress and strain his eyes as opposed to rushing blindly forth and risking another 'accident'. He was still running at nearly the same speed as the others, from what he had gauged by his fleeting glimpses of them, but his strides carried him just a tiny bit slower than the others. The Sundashers were blessed with longer strides due to their bulk, but Ande's strides carried his lighter weight faster. He was known for being one of the fastest of Duskstriders, his name synonymous with that of the wind. But wind did not course evenly in such tight spaces as these. If he could be physically capable of sweating, the poor Duskstrider would probably be dripping wet by now. His golden eyes glimmered in the low light, guided by naught but shadows and flashes. Those eyes never stayed fixated on one thing for more than a second, and instead darted around as he attempted to avoid the many obstacles in his path. Every moment, he felt as though something was reaching out to trip him, to foil his attempt to relive a part of him he thought had died with his old mate. But yet, it wasn't the same. Whereas he had run with unrestrained desire in the open plains that she had chosen as her theater, he had to be cautious now. With every turn, he risked running into one of the two Sundashers, who would probably take the opportunity to eliminate a bit of the competition. All of the males knew how easy it would be to take out the slim white creature. They were huge, muscular, powerful... and fed by insane amounts of testosterone. Ande, however, knew quite well the disadvantages of his parentage, which had granted him such a light build for his breed that his bones should be easy to snap. That, plus his age and lack of aggressive desire would make him such an easy target... It was as though he had to devote half of his energy to watching his back, and the other half to watching for the female. A distinct rustle caught in his ears, and he skidded to a halt. A dangerous move, but it held more than one benefit. If the sound was the female, then perhaps she would reward his attentiveness. But even if it was a deception, Ande was a creature of speed, not stamina. He had needed to catch his breath sooner or later. As he stood, head raised, ears pricked and swiveling, silvery chest heaving, his thoughts could only focus on his senses. The taste of the female's breath in the air. The scent of her body mixed with the blood of the Sundashers. The faint sound of a second breath. But could it be that he had been too quick to assume, and that breath belonged to a Sundasher just waiting to pounce and kill him? It was all too possible. Standing here, vulnerable, shining because his fur offered him no protection in the darkness, he knew he could have just made a fatal mistake. He froze as soon as he saw the shape descend before him. For a moment, his ears flicked back, expecting it to be the black Sundasher come to prove his power. But no, once the glimmer of a silver eye met Ande's own gold orbs, he knew he had just gotten lucky. To all the world, it seemed as though the female had made her choice. But something in her eyes made him hesitate. She was not ready. Ande held himself back, waiting for some kind of confirmation of her intentions. After a long, uncomfortable quiet, she whirled around and took off. It took no conscious thought for Ande to immediately bound after her. Maybe it was some kind of final test, intented for him to confirm his worth before she allowed him to claim her. Maybe. For a few precious moments, it was only the two of them, his light footfalls echoing as mere whispers to her own steps. The calm would not last long. His ears swiveled back, then flattened against his head as he realized that there was another form behind him. He did not dare look back to see which of the larger males was trailing him, but from the heavy sounds of the strides, he knew he would not be let off easily. Regardless of whether it was the red or black Sundasher, Ande was vulnerable and faced with a conundrum. If he let loose his famed speed in order to escape his pursuers, he ran the risk of tripping in the treacherous path... which would just put him at the mercy of claws and fangs. But he really had no choice, if he wanted to prove anything to the female. With a snarl, he pushed off, purposely flicking his longer tail at the Sundasher behind him before he turned his strides into bounds, well-muscled haunches and shoulders supplying the necessary speed. Hopefully there wouldn't be any obstacles that would reach high enough to foil him in this new technique. And hopefully he'd be able to keep this up as long as she desired. He didn't want to be humiliated again... |
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| Kialish | Nov 8 2010, 05:52 PM Post #12 |
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So close yet oh so far, she seemed. A ghost spreading thin vapors on the trees as she weaved a treacherous maze for all the males. Each trail of scent, each rustle of leaves only made Acers heart beat faster, thumping in rhythm with the beat of his paws on the dirt. He had to find her, his determination was excruciating. He despised that he could not find the blue-black spectre that taunted him and aroused him, only to play games. Of course, what was to be expected from females? They were picky, they wanted the best male for the best soldiers. The Dires of today stood small in the eyes of others, as nothing more than pack beasts and they were trying their hardest to prove otherwise, resulting in the most extremely picky females. But Acer had determination. Of course, the other males did too, but currently, he was his only competitor, his ego eclipsing the other males, giving leeway only to the female he so desperately sought. Soon however, his attention was brought to the silver flickering Duskstrider as he ran some 20 feet away. He snarled, ears pinned, directing his path toward the smaller male. Competition had to go if he was going to claim her. As he moved in, he saw the male stop suddenly and spied the female trotting cautiously close to him. Eyes blazed when he saw her lay in front of him. She was choosing Him? Ridiculous! But before he could react, she set her next game into play, picking herself up before running off in the opposite direction. The duskstrider bolted after her of course, and was soon followed by the red male who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Ah, the true rival. With a long, heavy gait, Acer threw himself into the fray, following closely behind the blood red male. Eyes searching their path, Acer noticed the true objective of this part. There was no way to run past the other males, they had to fight their way to her. Acer licked his lips eagerly. A seamless growl issued from his threat, nose wrinkled to show the rows of painfully sharp teeth. As expected, the other sundasher took a bite at the silver male, missing. He considered his options briefly, trying to find the best path to her. Attacking the red dire would easily leave himself incapacitated of chasing, leaving the silver male to the spoils. He had to get ahead, get to her. He chose what to do. Lowering his head cautiously, he snapped at the ankles of Bloodbite, not waiting to see if he made contact. It was just to catch him off guard. He then jumped, attempting to bolt straight over the red male altogether. It was in no way and easy jump, especially for a heavyweight as he was. If he fell on the red male, it would not bother him too much, at least he'd get the chance to spill more blood for the female, but he wanted to get ahead more than anything. If he could take out the males, she would be his. ((so short ;m; I am ashamed...)) |
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| Seiss | Nov 8 2010, 07:57 PM Post #13 |
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Gyrfalcon- geddit right bud, or you is food.
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OOC [O U. Dose are such long beautamous posts! Okioki, Seiss won't be able to post for a couple more days. I'd like to break the posting sequence and say go and post however sequence you want while I am gone. Of course no double posting rules apply and you can't leave out any of the participants for more than two rounds of your postings. Meaning: Kia Carni - 1st round Kia Carni - 2nd round Kia (NO. Bloo must have one post before anyone else continues) I WILL SEE YOU ALL SOON LOVES] EDIT: OOC [BAX!] Thick padded paws, calloused from treading harsh hooking grounds splayed wide for balance and stability. Minor roots jutting from underneath couldn't snare the wide paws, pliant they were to mould onto imperfections. The rocks risen from the earth couldn't pierce her skin. Wafting moist from beneath her, was the musky scent of soil, coating her nose and mingling with the scent of males behind her. The ingredient added spice to their individual scents, rousing her, spiking her blood not unlike drugs. But no, she didn't want to choose yet. She wanted to run till her breaths scraped her lungs and the strain flood her body with glorious heat. Bright eyes sought the best path for her to take, lunging over barring roots to land on weaving arcs. Racing down the slope, she threw her weight to catch an open, narrow valley path. Her breaths misted through her nose and slightly parted jaws in white, fading mists. Thin veils of light caught on her lustrous fur rippled with languid smoothness of her muscles in motion. Her timely pause of reaching paws saved her countless of times from tripping, but a snaring loop from the ground wrapped a noose around her wrist. Jerked from her forward momentum, she was wrenched back, staggering to slam against coarse, arrowing roots. Breath fled from her abused lungs, a silent, startled yelp ghosted past her maws. Morrigane hadn't looked back to see how the males were faring, but the distinct, urgent impulses to flee was strong. Her muzzle wrinkled with impatience and haste, crouching to lock the foul obstruction with her tusk to rip it from her trapped paw. The pounding of paws against the earth snapped her into motion. She tossed her head back, teeth bared and snapped at anything that dared to wander near, then she launched herself forward again, resuming her race with fired vigour. Her senses had been jarred to a piercing sharpness, everything seemed to unveil themselves, clear to her eyes despite the blackness surrounding them. Claws raked the ground with a vengeance, leaving deep grooves in their wake. Their surroundings morphed again. Fewer trees barred their way. The floor was softer, bordering the likeness of clay. Her paws thread the earth with only a fraction of gentleness, an adjustment to the change. Too much vicious weight on soft earth would slow her progress. Thin rolling clouds of fog emerged like creeping wraiths to cloak pounding feet. Warm breaths vanished into the thickening mist swirling to crawl from shin to shoulder, engulfing them in a living white veil. She slowed, eyes attentive and searching, nose twitching to seek a way out of the ghostly body of the forest. Upon arriving at the edge of a clearing, Morrigane chose to skirt around it, stepping daintily on tree roots to get around. The ground was growing moist, flat with hardly any bumps, so... dangerously smooth. Quicksand. Morrigane wove with care, trotting now instead of a full gallop from before. She picked her way swiftly around the mires, following her nose and ears towards the sound of crashing waters. Escaping the snare of the forest, Morrigane lead them to a river, wide with no way to clear the distance in one leap. She cast a cursory glance over her shoulder, silver eyes not quite searching, but only to catch the movements of the males. For a brief moment, she tilted her nose to the sky and breathed a lungful of night air, then she was off, relishing in the freedom to press her muscles for a full gallop along the river. She raced up hill, and the wind welcomed her challenge, freeing her fur from their sleek rest and tossing them along with the flow of her lunging movements. |
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| Seiss | Nov 15 2010, 06:54 AM Post #14 |
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Gyrfalcon- geddit right bud, or you is food.
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OOC [BECUS MAYBE NO ONE NOTICED D8] |
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| Carni | Nov 25 2010, 07:07 AM Post #15 |
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Bloodbite only tore a few loose hairs from the flying tail of the rival in front of him as they all chased after the female. It didn't work as smoothly as he hoped it would because the other male was swift and tried to escape with high bounding leaps, his rear always just an inch out of reach. Frustrating. But he'd get the lightweight sooner or later. And then, the Duskstrider was doomed. It was only a matter of time. The longer they went on, the more a Sundashers greater endurance and strength would pay off. And until then... he could still try and get rid off the other male of his own breed. As expected, it didn't take the other male long to catch up. And as expected... he did not have to wait for a bite long. He felt teeth brush his ancles, not ripping through flesh but certainly scratching his skin and ruffling his fur. Bloodbite kicked backwards as he ran and he almost missed the other male's pounce as it had been planned. But the brief silence behind him was warning enough to make him tense and lengthen his next stride by mere instinct. He felt the shadow looming overhead for a split second more than he could see him. His tensed muscles uncoiled, throwing his bulk forward and up. Mouth agape, he flung himself at Acer. Or rather, his soft, unprotected underbelly just as he passed overhead, trying to get ahead of him. No matter the costs, it was something Bloodbite would not allow. A mad howl rose from his throat as he tried to plunge his teeth deeply into his rival's skin. He knew, they'd both be crashing down within an heartbeat. He tensed against the impact, knowing all too well, that he'd be the one landing first, hoping that they would not crash into the undergrowth. But there would be no better chance than this. No weaker spot than the soft underbelly of his rival... and everything else that might cross his path down there. Bloodbite was no sadist, neither was his intention to cripple his opponent. Or castrate him. But one of them had to loose. And if his opponent did not back down, more blood would be spilled. For Bloodbite had never quite understood the concept of backing down before it was too late. His many scars told tales of that fact, heralding his utter lack of fear and submission. When Bloodbite crashed down, the air left his lungs with a loud 'woof', his head connecting heavily with the ground below. Darkness lurched at him from the rims of his sight but he pulled himself back out, trashing around. He heard the female or the other male stumble distantly but was too occupied with his current problem to bother. He knew he'd gave to scramble to catch up again. And scrambling he would do. But first things first. He had to get up and going again first... ((Short post but there's too much Khias Char has to react to first before I can go on. May I post once more before Seiss continues the run?)) |
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