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.:Six ~{W33ks}~:. [Semper] Jan 4, 2013 21:47:38 GMT -5

Post by Kire on Jan 4, 2013 21:47:38 GMT -5

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She was crouched on all fours, a position that would normally be uncomfortable for most people, but having done this for most of her life she was quite apt at moving like this. She took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling all of the scents around her, trying to pick out the one that would lead her to her prey. Being human as she was, for all her mind didn't recognize it, her senses were not as sharp as a real wolf's. She worked around that, having honed them to be stronger than most other humans. It was second nature for her to pick through smells now, easy to find a trail or sense the edge of another wolf's territory.

I breathed in the scents and they gathered in my nose. I sorted through them, passing over the plant life and bird smells that I had collected, searching for one that might lead me to something meaty that I can catch. Not that I haven't caught birds before, but they didn't have enough meat on them for me, especially right now. I hadn't eaten a real meal in two days, and I'd need at least a deer to satisfy me completely. Unless I caught about four rabbits. I didn't exactly feel like chasing the little fluff tails through the bushes right now, though. One chase was enough right now. So a deer it was.

The scent that had caught her attention was not deer, but it was similar. Perhaps it was an elk? She had heard of elk being in this woods, but had never seen one herself. Supposedly they were about one-and-a-half times the size of a deer. Her mouth watered at the thought. That would keep her fed for a few days, a week even if she portioned it right. She took another deep breath and tried to determine which way the creature had gone.

I followed the scent, focused on my ears and my nose, knowing that if I followed the scent hoofstep for hoofstep I wouldn't be in danger of running into a tree, unless it was a stupid creature I was tracking. Stupid creatures are best avoided unless you know what kind of stupid they are. If they're the stupid-brave kind, or stupid-dangerous then stay far away from them, else wise you'll be more likely to get hurt than get a meal. The plain stupid ones are good to go after, though, it makes them easy targets, and easy targets mean fuller bellies sooner. Yum.

It seemed she hadn't put enough attention on what she was hearing, and had placed more focus on what she was smelling, because it took her a few moments to realize that there was rustling going on in the bushes. She raised her head, turning it to-and-fro in an effort to locate the source of the noise. Over to her left the leaves at the base of a bush were moving, rubbing together to form a sound that signaled the presence of... something.

Something was coming. I had to get out of the way so I could see it before it saw me. Especially if it was the elk, or whatever, that I was smelling. When the rustling grew even louder I jumped, as much out of surprise for how quickly it had moved as the realization that I had to get going now. I landed behind a tree, using it to hide me from the thing that was about to emerge from the bush. Please let it be dinner.

The 'thing' that revealed itself from its cover was much smaller than she had been expecting. It could have at least been a rabbit, real food. Instead, the small brown-speckled body of a forest mouse pushed it's way through the last of the leaves on the bush and raised its head to sniff the air, to check that it's coast was clear. Apparently it didn't realize that there was a wolf around the next tree, or it didn't care, because it seemed to decide the coast was clear and began to amble toward the very base of the tree where she stood.

A mouse, it had to be something puny like that, didn't it. No luck there, mice were little more than a mouthful and it would be more cruel on my stomach to eat the little tidbit than to watch it walk away. Useless thing. I watched it anyway, thinking it might give me a sign of where the elk-thing might have gone. It didn't, at first, and I almost gave up and chased it away. Then, it suddenly looked up, twisting its head back and forth as its eyes rolled. Terrified, it shrieked and scampered away. I snorted, less effort for me if something else scared it away. That was when I heard it too.

CRASH, she lifted her head, startled, as a loud sound broke the gentle noises of the forest. The bushes that the mouse had just walked under were now trembling as some huge thing made its way through them. Not the most graceful creature, is it? She grinned a wolf's grin, baring her teeth at the shaking bushes as she waited for the creature to make its appearance. Excitement filled her as the sound grew even louder, and the thrill of the hunt filled her body, making her blood pump and her heart pound. She was ready for the chase.

I stood there, waiting and watching. The feeling in my veins, like an unexpendable energy that I just couldn't hold onto, urged me to move. Go, chase after that thing, catch it before it knows that hit it it said. And I wanted to go, I really did. That was, until I saw the first leg break through the bush. Long, but muscular, it ended in a dark two-toed hoof that looked as deadly as it did sturdy. The rest of the creature followed as I watched, and my watered once again. That thing would keep me fed for at least a week, easy. Now to take it down.

Having never seen a moose before, and being too into her wolf mind to notice something was off about it, she never really realized that it wasn't a moose but a boy. Her mind, in some dark distant corner, did however and it was the part that told her it would be alright to attack it. She just had to be careful to make sure she caught it by surprise, otherwise she could get very badly hurt. Watching it with steady eyes, she waited for her chance, crouching and putting her weight in her hind legs. When it moved into the right position, unknowing of the predator that lingered around a nearby tree, she lept, jaws wide.

I pushed off the ground, sending me high enough into the air to hit its side, I bit down on one of its front legs, holding it tight in my jaws, trying to secure myself as I waited for it to inevitably start trying to shake me. My paws scrabbled for a purchase, but it was almost impossible. The creature was so big, but I was determined to bring it down. A starving wolf is a dangerous animal, especially when it knows that its life could also be at stake.

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.:Six ~{W33ks}~:. [Semper] Jan 19, 2013 13:03:56 GMT -5

Post by semper on Jan 19, 2013 13:03:56 GMT -5

He lowered his head to a bush, breathing in and smelling the leaves. They had a scent very similar to everything else in the forest: woody and musky. Not very appealing to the boy – not like the patch of mint that smelled so alluring, where he spent nearly half the day yesterday picking the leaves and eating them. The raggedy clothes that clung to his thick frame still faintly smelled of the delicious and soft-leaved mint, making his empty stomach churn. Hunger gnawed at him, fueling his pursuit of food; he in turn moved on from the musky bush, seeking out anything that could hold food for a bull moose such as himself.

Lumbering through the woods, he kicked his split-toed hooves out at the underbrush as he walked. Things hadn’t gone very well for him lately: a few nights ago, as he had lain curled up underneath a tree, the air had become so frigid that even his fur hadn’t been enough to keep him warm. Then, while roaming near a river bank, he tried crossing a patch of large rocks as carefully as he could but ended up twisting and ankle, forcing him to limp for the rest of the day. Any predator could have gotten me so easily then. But he, being the biggest of all the wild moose in Panem, was certain that his sheer size and intimidating antlers had warded off any starving predators. The only redeeming event was when he found the mint, which filled his belly enough to not feel the biting hunger. His ankle still hurt though and was slowing him down, but a moose can’t stop for anything. I have to keep moving.

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And so he wandered, his limp gradually lessened but was still evident in his lopsided strides. The day had started out alright and he hoped things would continue in that direction. Maybe I’ll find those soft leaves again, or even some berries. I’d really like some berries, actually.[/color] His dark eyes scanned across the surrounding scenery, taking in all the options of routes he could take. Most of what looked like paths appeared to be for only smaller animals; the brush was so thick and thorny that the moose hesitated to go near it. Not too far away seemed to be a clearer path – a water trail?[/color] With no other option to take he began to dodder down the path, all the while still on the lookout for food.

The sound of water never did reach his ears. His throat pained him with each swallow, and that started to overpower the empty feeling in his belly. I bet if I go downhill I’ll find some water.[/color] He adjusted his path to take him down a gentle slope, taking it much slower than he usually would as a result of his gimpy hoof.

He unintentionally kept his guard down – something he knew very well not to do and yet he still did. His focus was trained on carefully placing each hoof in a designated place, specifically so that he would have as little weight possible on his weak leg. The surroundings dropped away – sounds, smells, creaks, and squeaks – and his whole attention was set on the terrain at his hooves; careful, careful.[/color] He didn’t see the girl crouched, coiled like a spring and ready to pounce, and nor did he see her lunge until he saw a blur in the corner of his eye, quickly followed by a pain on his ~~arm~~ upper foreleg. Eyes wide, eats pinned back, he jumped to the side, feeling sharp teeth tearing into his arm. A surprised yelp mixed with a pained bellow escaped him; duck your head, duck your head! Antlers! Antlers![/color] While trying to shake the creature off, the boy moved his head and tried to swipe his antlers against the animal.

Growling, growling, sharp teeth and latching – a wolf.[/color]

The boy moved, still trying to get the wolf off but putting more weight on his weak leg than it could hold. It gave out from underneath his body and he collapsed, falling to the ground. I’m pinned – oh no, oh no, I can’t stay pinned.[/color] Panic began to fill him as he instinctively went to panic mode, kicking at the wolf with hooves and swiping antlers and grunting.
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.:Six ~{W33ks}~:. [Semper] Feb 1, 2013 0:50:16 GMT -5

Post by Kire on Feb 1, 2013 0:50:16 GMT -5

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Under her teeth, the creature panicked, his eyes rolled and he jumped to the side, trying to dislodge her. She had a good grip, though, and continued to hold on. The creature twisted and thrashed, but it did nothing to her grip. That was, until it slipped and they both crashed to the ground. She was still latched onto it's ~~arm~~foreleg, but she had been jostled and somewhat startled by the sudden drop. It seemed the creature was as well. For an elk-thing, it certainly wasn't the best fighter.

I redoubled my efforts to bring the thing down completely, but it kept fighting. I saw it start to wave its head around as though trying to hit me with something on it. I felt nothing, though, which was odd. I was sure this was a male, and last I checked the males of the deer and elk had antlers. Why didn't he have antlers? I knew with my instincts as a hunter that I couldn't let go, that I couldn't even loosen my jaw or it would toss me off, but something was telling me that I shouldn't kill this thing.

She was being overrun with the messages from the human part of her mind, warnings that this wasn't really a meal and that killing it would be bad. Under her, the boy thrashed desperately, deep in his own mind knowing she wouldn't be able to kill him, but not knowing why. It was a struggle of two humans, both not knowing the other was human, just as they didn't realize they were human. It was more or less a stalemate, the human part of both of their minds keeping them from killing each other, even as the odd animal instinct tried to tell them that damage was key.

I couldn't kill him, I was held back by something in my mind. And my hesitation cost me. I paused too long and ended up being hit by one it its hooves, a solid hit to my side. In my reaction to the pain I yelped, letting go of the flesh between my teeth as a made the sound. Seemed like I wasn't the only one to notice, and before I could sink my teeth in again the creature had moved his leg out of my grasp. Of course, I couldn't let him get away that easily, so I lunged for the next available piece of flesh. His flailing rear leg.

She bit down, landing her blow just above his knee. It wasn't as good of a place, and her jaws slipped off, but it left his with some gashes that she knew would sting. Too late, she realized that all four of his limbs were flailing, and she was caught in the cheek by one of his elbows. Stunned, she was knocked aside. She lay sprawled across him, dazed and trying to regain herself. Her two sides fought to take control, as they often did when she was on the border of consciousness. It had been quite the blow, and now the only thing keeping her prey there was the weight of her body.

I was fading in an out, for all I tried to stay awake. My head was hurting, and I had smacked my jaws together. It felt like I wasn't like usual. I felt like I could remember things I hadn't before, and the instinct flickered in me. Sometimes it almost overcame my daze, but other times I felt like I should try to help, or just leave or something. But I couldn't allow that. I shook my head and scrabbled in an effort to get up. I didn't know what to do, but it might be a good idea to get off of the creature before I got another blow to the head. Besides, with wounds like it had, I didn't think it would be moving very fast if it got up.

She tried a couple times to get up, and eventually she managed it, pushing off of the boy's side in order to crawl off of him and out of the way of his thrashing limbs. She panted, tired from the effort as the adrenaline wore off. Her vision of the boy flickered from moose to human as her mind shifted from mostly wolf to mostly human. She growled deep in her throat as the memories of the hunters filled her mind. If he was a hunter maybe she should kill him. But no, she didn't know who or what he was yet. Until then she could do nothing more than try and figure that out.

I felt different, and now I feel as though I am fading. Still, not as though I am fading into death or even sleep. I feel almost as though I am waking up. Like I'm not a wolf but yet I am.

She was now more human than wolf, and could understand the situation a bit better. Everything was still edged with the wolf senses, but now she realized that the thing she had been attacking was a boy, and one about her age. Whatever age really was. She just watched him for the moment, blankly wondering what to do. When she saw the wounds she had made, she knew that something had to be done about them or they could become infected. She ripped strips from the bottom of the tattered shirt she was wearing, it would be better than nothing and she needed a new shirt soon anyway. Carefully she approached the boy, walking on her knees now, so that she would be shorter but so she also wouldn't still look like the menacing wolf she had been. Hopefully he would recognize she wasn't a threat now.

It took her some time to wrap his arm and leg, what with him still moving as he was, but she managed. The tying was hard for her, since she wasn't used to doing such things especially with what so often looked like paws instead of hands. When she was done, she put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it once. What could she do to calm him down. It would be hard after she had attacked him, but maybe there was something that might show him it was alright. It was then a word came to her mind, with the initiative to speak behind it. She hadn't actually said anything for such a long time, but she went along with her mind. After all, the human part of her would probably do better at this than the wolf side.

Leaning over him, looking into his eyes with a curious expression, she attempted to speak. Her voice was a bit rusty, and she coughed a couple times. Eventually, she managed to choke out the word, "Relax." The faint memory of what the word mean played through her mind, and she thought that if he was able to recognize it too, then maybe he would calm down. She watched him, wondering if she had said it right, or whether he would be able to know what she had said. Was he like her in some way? All she knew, was that he was no wolf.

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.:Six ~{W33ks}~:. [Semper] Feb 17, 2013 23:23:03 GMT -5

Post by semper on Feb 17, 2013 23:23:03 GMT -5

A mix between a bellow and a sharp cry tore itself free of the boy’s throat; pain rippled through his arm while the wolf’s teeth felt as though they were shredding flesh, grabbing and ripping, pulling off chunks at a time. The hulking creature’s eyes remained pressed shut tightly, teeth bared and grinding to ward off the stinging pain. Why am I so oblivious? Why wasn’t I paying attention to my surroundings? Most predators don’t take on a large mammal by themselves, especially lone wolves, but he was a wounded moose. The pain in his ~~arm~~ foreleg was crippling – he brought his other hoof up to clamp down on the bite mark as soon as the wolf’s jaws had left and he could feel blood seeping through. A sharp pang of stinging erupted on his arm and he jerked his hoof away, wincing and desperately still searching for a way to escape.

The wolf was quick, that much he knew for certain. One swift swipe of his hoof against its head should have been enough to knock it out and give time for an escape, but with his leg having been twisted that was out of the question. Doesn’t mean I should stop fighting.

[/color] The boy lashed out again, lucky enough to land a hit on its side; a yelp from its throat was quite a satisfying sound to the pinned ears of the moose but it didn’t dull the pain in his ~~arm~~ foreleg any.

There was a moment where the boy thought he was free – only a brief feeling of if I miss this chance then I’m dead.[/color] He reached a hoof out and tried to grasp at anything protruding from the ground to use to pull him away but the wolf was quick: it pounced and latched once again, this time on his rear leg, just above the knee. Another bellow sounded from the moose as he tried to jerk away, only to have the predator’s teeth tear his flesh. I can’t run away now even if I wanted to.[/color] The desperation to escape once again filled his head and fueled his attacks, landing another strike on the wolf. He thought he would be able to flee as soon as the it was knocked over but he was wrong: instead of being tossed to the side, the blood-thirsty cretin fell right across him, pinning him down.

Even with adrenaline coursing through him he wasn’t able to throw the wolf off due to his arm, nor was he able to flee (I can try but I won’t get anywhere very fast[/color]). The wolf, after squirming, pushed off the boy’s side and crawled off, leaving him to curl up with his back facing the damned thing.

Every limb on his body hurt; the moose pulled its arms and legs in close to its body as best it could, ducking its head to protect its neck. Wolves always go for the neck when they try to kill something, right?[/color] His bleeding leg refused to bend at the knee and that caused a small whimper to escape him. Who knew what damage was done? It could take weeks for both of the wounds to heal and a few days for his ankle to stop causing a limp, and that left him stranded in the woods – vulnerable.[/color] He wouldn’t be able to defend himself if any other predators came along to finish off the defeated moose if the wolf doesn’t finish me off first.[/color]

Cautiously the boy turned his head, green eyes seeking out the wolf and spotting a rather docile-looking creature instead of bared fangs and foam dripping from jaws. Something tugged at his mind as the wolf – no, a girl?[/color] – suddenly appeared smaller and less threatening. She approached, tearing off fabric from her shirt and wrapping up his arm and leg. The boy narrowed his eyes, watching her every move and fighting the urge to just flee as fast as he could but something kept him in place, laying on his side and letting this wolf-girl tend to him. There was no trace of a snarling wolf in the face of the girl as she placed a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing it. He flinched away, still very wary of her until she uttered a single word.

”Relax.”

He looked up at her, try to discern if she was sincere or not in her word. She appeared kind enough but there’s always that saying: “a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”[/color] The girl didn’t suddenly lunge at the exposure of his neck so that somewhat solidified his theory that she had suddenly changed. A tamed wolf?[/color] He saw her grey eyes watching him and he paused, examining her now furless face. The girl wasn’t threatening at all and he found himself working his jaw, forming a few words he hadn’t spoken in a while. ”M-Moose,” he said quietly and shakily, ”my name… is Moose.”
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.:Six ~{W33ks}~:. [Semper] Feb 28, 2013 0:28:38 GMT -5

Post by Kire on Feb 28, 2013 0:28:38 GMT -5

Human Actions, Wolf Actions, Says, Thinks

At first she didn't know if the boy understood what she had said, maybe he was even more far gone than she had been, since he didn't settle for a bit after she had fallen silent again. He still looked tense and she almost thought she would have to speak again, but then his gaze met hers in a way they hadn't before and he became more still. She waited quietly, watching his face as he seemed to be trying to weigh his options, and trying to figure her out. So he wasn't completely off the deep end. Like her in a way, she supposed.

She suddenly felt self-conscious under his gaze, something she had never really experienced before. Then again, every other time she had been scrutinized it had been yet another person trying to capture her, or kill her. There had never been a time when she had been on the same level as someone else. And the boy's green eyes, trained steadily on her, were not making the situation any less awkward. She shifted under his gaze, wanting desperately to be back in her wolf skin. It was much more comfortable for her that way, but there was no easy switching back and forth. When it happened it just happened.

It wasn't until the boy began to move his jaw, in a way that told her that he hadn't used it for more than chewing grass and bushes, that she felt the uncomfortable air fade from around them. It had been too long of them just staring at each other in a sort of stupefied trance, but now they seemed to coming out of it. She watched as the boy worked hard to make his tongue and jaw work together and form sounds similar to comprehensive language. "M-Moose," his voice was quiet, and shaky, obviously not used for quite a long time. "My name… is Moose."

It took a moment for the meaning to actually sink in, since she hadn't heard real words for almost as long as she hadn't spoken. When she finally did get it, she smiled. It wasn't a wide, open and friendly smile, but it wasn't a nasty grin either. She showed no teeth, her knowledge of wolf behaviour telling her that baring teeth is the sign of a challenge, not of friendship. Humans were so weird in that way, they likes it when others bared their teeth at them. Confusing things.As well, they also had fun killing things for no reason other than they could. She only hunted in times of need, never for sport. Cruel people, the same kind of people that always was out to kill her.

Another moment was dedicated to her realization that she should probably give a better response than a simple smile. What should she do? Probably speak, but say what? He told me his name, maybe I should tell him mine. But what was her name again? She hadn't needed the use of it for so long that it had faded in her mind. The human name given to her by her parents held no meaning anymore. Perhaps she should tell him the name the creatures had given her. That sounded like it would work. After all, what little knowledge was left to her of the human world brought the conclusion that Moose probably wasn't the boy's human name. Humans usually didn't name their pups after animals. Not usually anyway.

She swallowed, trying to lubricate a throat that had only made noises like growls and howls so it could form sounds for words."Mhy nhame..." She coughed, her throat so dry that it had changed her voice some, swallowing once more she tried again. "My name is Hostia" Odd, it wasn't the name she had wanted to say. That was her human name, not the one she was referred to by now. Now she was known as Aletia, or even Tia. But she had said Hostia, with no idea as to why.

She met the boys eyes again, and once more felt the awkward pressure from his gaze. Why did she feel so overly aware of herself, and concerned about her appearance when she met his gaze. It could only be that she had actually met him, instead of just ran away from or attacked him. Whatever the reason, she wasn't sure she liked it. A small growl, more to herself than anything, came from her and she turned her head away to look over the top of the bushes the boy had crashed through not too long ago. If he wanted her attention, it wouldn't be hard for him to get it. But she didn't want to feel that uncomfortable self-awareness for longer than she had to. She didn't like it at all.

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.:Six ~{W33ks}~:. [Semper] Mar 7, 2013 14:07:05 GMT -5

Post by semper on Mar 7, 2013 14:07:05 GMT -5

The girl then smiled.

A light feeling tugged at the back of his mind. There was no sign of anger or resentment toward him in that little grin of hers, and it even caused the corners of his mouth to slightly turn upward. His mind was racing and his eyes fought hard to keep up with it: this girl held no trace of the wolf he swore he saw earlier – how did the wolf disappear so quickly? A quick glance at the dirt revealed no paw prints or claw marks; just his large hoof prints and a few splatters from where droplets of blood had fallen.

His green eyes looked back up at her, watching as she seemed to be having a hard time working her jaw just as he had. The first two words were rocky, weak, and he couldn’t quite decipher them, but after a short pause she continued, threading together a sentence in reply: My name is Hostia.

Hostia. That was certainly a name he had never heard before. His mind worked to piece together any sort of meaning it might hold. Hostia…. host… host? Ee-uh… What was a host again? He vaguely remembered his parents using the word that they associated with human gatherings – perhaps it meant to hold? His gaze turned to Hostia’s ~~paws~~ hands but saw nothing within their grasp. No, not to hold. To throw? No, she hadn’t thrown anything but him to the ground – to throw! Hostia, the thrower. That was what her name meant.

The boy’s faint smile faded as he worked his mouth once more to form words, starting with a quiet hoo and then sss; a pause, then, ”Hostia.” The smile returned to his mouth after the last syllable. Green eyes once again looked up at her, taking note of her red hair. The only red he knew associated with wolves was the sticky warm liquid that flowed from wherever his antlers should gore them, but this ~~wolf~~ girl’s red hair did not seem out of place. In fact, it rather accented her face the way the red strands fell around it. Much unlike his shaggy brown hair that just stood up whichever way it wanted. Her eyes, too, were not something he would have assumed to be a wolf’s; they were the color of a storm cloud with the sun shining brightly behind it and actually they were very pleasing to look at. But if you make eye contact with a predator for too long they’ll take it as a sign of aggression. He averted his gaze.

Hostia had bandaged up his arm and leg in a rather shanty fashion but the ties were at least keeping pressure on the wounds. The boy shifted on the ground, putting one front hoof down and trying to push himself up. He came to a seated position and stopped, looking down at his legs. Both of them in one way or another held some form of injury: the left one had a twisted ankle and the right one had a deep bite mark just above the knee. An annoyed groan escaped him; now he could not move very well, but more importantly he could not escape should the need arise. Despite his injuries, he had to admit that Hostia was an excellent hunter. ”You—“ He began but was unable to find the next word for a few moments. ”You bite good.”

The boy remained sitting. She had nearly immobilized him within the span of just a few moments and that aggravated him. Me, the mighty bull moose. A lone wolf should not have been able to take him down and yet here he was, stranded next to a human that took the place of the wolf. He brushed the thought off.

His gaze drifted to the surrounding forest. Nothing looked as if it could house Hostia so his curiosity started up once again, forcing his mind on a search for words and his tongue to form old syllables. ”You live here?”

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.:Six ~{W33ks}~:. [Semper] Jun 13, 2013 22:49:00 GMT -5

Post by Kire on Jun 13, 2013 22:49:00 GMT -5

Human Actions, Wolf Actions, Says, Thinks

She could see him thinking, his eyes flicking from point to point as he seemed to be trying to take it in. She knew her name was not common, and that it would probably give anyone pause but it shouldn't be this complicated. Then again, she had never dealt with someone so like herself, aside from the fact that he was a moose and she a wolf. Or maybe they were human. It was too confusing, it was easier when she saw the world as a wolf. She saw his eyes fall on her hands and wondered what he was thinking about.

Her eyes moved to his face at the moment when the smile that had barely rested there faded and his mouth contorted in another attempt at the human language. The disjointed syllables made it hard for her to recognize what he was saying for a moment, but then she realized that he was attempting to say her name. "Hostia" When he had finished she saw the smile return to his lips and returned it with a smile of her own. Suddenly her eyes met his and they sat there for a moment in silence, just looking at each other. That was, until something seemed to occur to the boy and he dropped his gaze. Puzzled, her smile shrank slightly. Had she done something? What a silly thing to think, I mauled him. Of course he wouldn't like me much.

As if thinking about his injuries as well, she watched as Moose put his hand against the ground and tried to push himself up. However, when he reached a sitting position he looked down at his legs and seemed to be looking over his injuries. She knew that he wouldn't be able to go much of anywhere with those injuries, and a sharp sting of guilt shot through her. "You—" She looked at his face again, somewhat startled by his speaking. Me what? It was a moment before that Moose seemed to gather his thoughts and finish the sentence he had been trying to say. "You bite good." Blinking at the odd words, she contemplated responding, but what would she say. What could she say; thank you, or maybe I'm sorry? Either way, there didn't seem a good response. Best to stay quiet.

He stayed sitting, though for a moment she could have sworn he was glaring at her. She wasn't that great at reading facial expressions, but there was a sense of frustration coming from him, if even for a moment, but then it was gone. As she watched it was like his mind suddenly wandered - for all she knew it could have - and his gaze diverted to the trees around them. Once again, she saw him trying to think, perhaps coming up with more things to say. Maybe something she could reply to this time. "You live here?" She was too busy watching his movements to reply at first, but as soon as she recognized that it was a question she just shrugged, an indefinite answer at best, and didn't say anything. Then the thought occurred to her that she at least owed it to him to answer his questions, may as well talk to him while he's stuck here. Her eyes scanned the trees near them, wondering what to say. "Not exactly here, but around."

It wasn't much of an answer, but it was the truth. There was no specific spot she lived in, she just wandered and found the best place to sleep that she could. It wasn't the best life, but at least she was free. That was all she could ask for, right? Turning her eyes back to him, and then to his injuries - the injuries she had caused - she realized that he had lost some of his freedom because of her. She hated herself for it, just as she hated the humans for trying to steal it from her. Feeling guilty, she looked him with a sad expression and gestured toward his wounds. "Do they hurt bad?" She extended her hand to touch his leg just below the wound, but hesitated. Surely he would rather she wasn't there, and if that was the case then why would he be okay with her touching him. A small sigh escaped her, a sound of guilt and shame. Sometimes things would just be easier if she saw the world as a wolf.

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.:Six ~{W33ks}~:. [Semper] Jul 31, 2013 10:43:48 GMT -5

Post by semper on Jul 31, 2013 10:43:48 GMT -5

What was most upsetting was how he had reacted to being attacked: he tried to fight back, hoof and antler, but against a lone wolf he had fizzled and ended up being overwhelmed. He had let his guard down and suffered the painful consequences and, above all that, he didn’t know where he was.

This wolf seemed to know her way around there, though. ”Not exactly here, but around.” Maybe, just maybe, if I can convince her to not hurt me anymore I can survive the night. He turned his attention back to her, finding no bloodthirsty look in her eye. Only concern. Odd. Wolves don’t show any sort of compassion unless it’s among their own species. But she wasn’t a wolf, was she? Hostia was a girl, a human one at that, and she was not the snarling mass of grey fur that he had seen earlier. However, it confused him: where had the wolf gone? Now that he thought about it he did recall seeing flashes of red ~~hair~~ fur, and atop Hostia’s head was red hair. His brows drew together as he thought, trying to connect the dots that seemed way too far apart.

”Do they hurt bad?” He lowered his gaze to his leg, watching as she extended a hand toward it. He saw the shredded fabric of his threadbare jeans, the blood underneath turning the bandages red. There was no hoof but a boot instead, covered in mud and grass blades. A low, defensive, pitifully quiet grunt sounded from his throat just before she withdrew her hand. It’s her fault I’m now stuck here. He raised his green eyes and narrowed them at her, not taking into account the almost somber expression on her face. It frustrated him that she would even ask such an obvious question. ”Yes, it hurts.” He answered gruffly, pulling his leg back away from her and cradling his arm against his chest. His ankle continued to give him grief, too, but nowhere near as much as the bite wounds.

The boy thought about scooting away but that would get him nowhere fast; he thought about striking out at the girl again but she clearly had every advantage over him; he thought about trying to make an escape but his leg and twisted ankle would not allow him to get far. He was reduced to just sitting and boiling internally, moping silently just as a child would.

This isn’t going to get me anywhere. A disgruntled groan escaped him and he raised a hand to rub at his face. But what was there for him to do? He looked over at the nearest tree and saw that there were low limbs – perhaps he would be able to pull himself up. Giving one last malcontented glare at Hostia he scooted closer to the tree and, keeping his twisted ankle off the ground, held onto the tree limbs in order to slowly stand up. His injured leg send a shock of pain up through his thigh to his hip but he ground his teeth against it, relishing in the small victory of getting to his ~~hooves~~ feet. But now where do I go? Standing up was one thing but actually letting go of the tree and limping away was another. He hopped on his one foot, wincing when the bite wound smarted, and leaned his side against the trunk. Everywhere around him were exposed roots, and going up and down hills would be hell. There were only so many trees he could use to hang on to and he knew he would tire quickly. I heal fast but there’s no way my leg and arm and ankle can all heal while I’m on the move. Another noise of discontent came from him and he drove a fist into the bark of the tree, growling when stings of pain erupted in his knuckles. ”Ripred dammit.” A scowl contorted his face and he roughly put his head against the tree, flinching when the bark jabbed the soft skin of his forehead. My antlers should have stopped that. He reached out and grabbed onto another branch, steadying himself as he took a breath to contain his rising anger and frustration. ”I guess I am stuck here then.” The words tasted bitter and sour on his tongue and he tightened his jaw after he had spoken, regretting having to say it.