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Posted on February 3, 2016 at 04:37:38 AM by Raptor
| Female age four imprint: none Loner Raptor concentrates on the Alpha, scenting old blood and the pack on him. Blood is no stranger to her, but the scent of a pack, the security, is new. She knows he is sizing her up. Everyone does. She does not mind, as she is proud of her size. It allows her the power to run and fight and tumble with ease. But his words. Why must they be so complicated? Raptor knows he is basically asking why she has shown up outside his pack, and keeps her body language low, submissive, and suitably polite. While she is not a pushover, she makes it obvious she has no wish to overthrow the pack order. A word escapes her throat. "Join" her husky voice manages. It is far from the most descriptive of terms, but probably the simplest and most complete. She meets his golden eyes with her pale lavender ones, set off by her chocolate coat. By now he probably thinks her addled or stupid. Most wolves here talk, and yet it took so much effort Raptor wondered why they bothered. She inclined her head to show respect to the Alpha, her new Alpha if he would have her. "I fight, I hunt..." she adds after a few moments silence. Every wolf fights and hunts, but these are the skills she can claim, having been a loner and not gifted with medicine. And diplomacy or stealth were laughable feats for one who could barely talk and had about as much subtlety as a raging elephant. Yet she knew she could be useful. Large wolves always were, dealing heavy blows to prey, or fighting necessary battles as champion heavyweights. Size was very much her advantage. She studies him, wondering about the fight he had recently been in. Her own fights had been mere warning bites in comparison, to tell others to leave her alone. Even Asterion, back when she had been a mere two year old, and frightened to leave her mother with the vicious wolf who had become so strangely attached to her. But he had never held it against her. She could have hung her head in shame, but why? Anyone could make a mistake. Perhaps the mistake had been in his approach, though she still feels the painful stab of his death, a painful knife in her chest. Perhaps being around others would ease that ache...  |
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- it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n February 10, 2016 at 02:53:52 PM
Wild Thing - By Raptor February 11, 2016 at 02:15:03 AM
it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n February 11, 2016 at 02:51:04 PM
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