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Post by renardsage on Jan 25, 2013 14:05:48 GMT -5
Running quickly after the dogs, a man mumbles to himself. "I'll kill that creature if it's the last thing I do." Mr. Dumar was a man with a mission. Finding the animal that has caused him to lose his wife and now son was all that was left now. The day his wife became sick she mentioned something about seeing a fox and ever since then he had seen paw prints around the house. Now his son was missing had more prints where found.
Years ago when Mr. Dumar was still a child he had heard stories about how demonic foxes took people and drained their soul, but most of his life he had thought that was just mandarin superstition. Now he was thinking there may be something to it. He had to find that fox and kill it, for his wife and for his son.
As Martin was carried back toward the cave, he dreamed and talked in his sleep. "... it was a fox?..... white? wow do you think it means something mom?" Martin continues mumbling with the occasional word being able to be made out.
Inside his dream Martin talked with his mother. "It was like she was made of ivory or of snow. I've never seen such a beautiful fox before." Mrs. Dumar coughed. "Have a drink mom," now handing his mother a glass. After drinking a bit she relaxes, "its almost as if she was trying to stop me from going along that one trail." "Its ok mom, you didn't know." After putting the glass on the table beside the bed he gives her a little hug. "Do you know when your father will be back?" she asks. "Pa said he may not get back for a few days." Martin tells his mother.
It was plain to see the small fox was exhausted, he would sleep clear into the next day even with his mumblings.
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Post by Squire on Jan 27, 2013 20:21:19 GMT -5
The forest was quiet now, and the dogs could no longer be heard at all. In fact Russel hadn't heard the dogs in a long while. This was good.
Martin was still securely held, by the scruff of his neck, in Russel's jaws. The fox was becoming heavier by the minute, or at least it seemed that way to him. Tracking Martin had taken less time than this. It was taking almost triple the amount of time to take the boy back to the cave than it had to track him. Perhaps after resting tonight the boy would feel better. He just hoped that the kid didn't mutter to himself in his sleep all night. If he did then it was going to be a really long night.
After another couple of minutes the cave entrance was in sight. Finally he'd be able to rest again. Pausing about thirty yards away from the entrance Russel looks around again to see if everything was okay. The wind was blowing slightly now and the leaves rustled a little. The moon was bright and things were easy to see. If anything dangerous was out there then he hoped that tonight's conditions would make things lean more in his favor. Slowly he scanned the area with his eyes, sniffing at the air as well.
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Post by Silver on Jan 27, 2013 22:41:41 GMT -5
As his curiosity peaked Alonso cursed himself, he had followed them too closely. There wasn't much of a gap between them. He crouched down hoping to conceal himself as the breeze changed, and brought his scent towards the stranger's nose.
The other wolf was sniffing the air, and began to sniff more towards his direction. Alonso cut his losses and decided to reveal himself. He let out a soft tone of a growl, more of an "I'm here" than a threat. He didn't want to alarm the other wolf. He didn't want a fight, either.
He rose up and stepped out of the brush, one paw lifted; he wasn't sure if he would have to flee or not.
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Post by Squire on Jan 30, 2013 19:24:52 GMT -5
Immediately Russel's ears perked upon hearing the growl then again he pinned them. His eyes turned to the source of the growl. Slowly, gently he set Martin back down on the ground then took a step forward to stand over him, a paw lifted slightly and head held down at an even level. His eyes were piercing as he stared at the other wolf. "What do you want?" His tone was stern, but he showed no sign of aggression and he wouldn't. At least not yet. His concern was for Martin at the moment. The young fox was asleep and vulnerable. If things got rough then Russel would be the only one that could protect him. He hoped the stranger didn't intend to harm Martin, but if he did then Russel would have to carry the young fox and flee. He still wasn't in any shape to fight. This wolf might not look strong, but that didn't mean anything. Looks could sometimes be deceiving.
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Post by Silver on Feb 3, 2013 21:21:50 GMT -5
Regardless of the threat of danger he immediately relaxed himself, and drew up to sit. It did not mean he was calm, it was just something he always did in a pinch. He tried to make himself look less threatening, so that the other wolf (or wolves) would not see him as a threat and act aggressively.
"What do I want?" He looked forlornly up at the trees. "I wanted to find another wolf."
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Post by renardsage on Feb 4, 2013 23:22:57 GMT -5
Elsewhere, Mr. Dumar having tired himself out, makes his way home to sleep. The dogs where still out searching and he had lost track of them. "If they find it they will kill it and bring what is left back." He assured himself. Once asleep dreams of a demon fox plague his mind. Outside the window a shadow with red eyes smiles."everything is going as planned"
Looking down at the two wolves a voice speaks, "I hope your not planning on eating him." The voice is that of a crow sitting and looking a bit tired of sorts. "After all he's not really a normal sort of fox, and I would dislike having to tell my boss that I was too late to save him." The crow studies Martin to see if he has any scratches or has been hurt.
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Post by Squire on Feb 6, 2013 18:26:33 GMT -5
Russel had been about to address the wolf in front of him when the crow had spoken from up above them. Turning his attention to the crow now he bared his teeth and answered in an annoyed manner. "The kid's fine. I was just bringing him back to suitable shelter. He's just worn out right now, that's all. As for the other wolf here I can't speak for him. He's a total stranger." Russel stopped for a second then shook his head. "Gah, what am I saying...What's you and your master's interest in him feather bag?"
Russel was getting a little annoyed now. Everything had been silent, and everything had been fine, but in one fell swoop things had changed and as far as he could tell at this moment it didn't look as if peace and quiet would come again for a good long while. He just couldn't shake the feeling that he had just landed himself in the middle of something that was much larger, more confusing, and dire than he'd thought previous.
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Post by renardsage on Feb 8, 2013 1:30:20 GMT -5
"Feather bag?" the crow looks at Russel twisting its head in distaste. "And after all the time I spent trying to track down this boy." the feathered creature caws at Russel. "I just ask that you not hurt the boy and if you can, protect him." now looking at both of the wolves. "If you can't, it would be better to wake him in the morning and tell him to meet me at the white willow in the morning. I shall be there resting." The bird waited to see what the wolves would say before heading off.
A day ago a white fox speaks to a crow. "you seen him change?" "I did, the boy was kind to me when most humans are not" "Yes he is a special sort of boy, and must be protected until the stone can be found. There is also an evil creature around plotting something. I believe it also may have had a hand in the destruction of a wolf pack up north. All but two wolves where slaughtered by humans." "Why was the boy changed into a fox in the first place?" asks the crow. "It was the best way to cure him and hide him from the dark one." "you mean the creature of evil?" "one and the same. Now find Martin and help him in any way you can. His father has got the dogs out and running after him." "How do I tell him from any other normal fox?" "He will have a mark on the back of his left ear that is black, it will have a shape like this.." The ivory fox makes the mark of a 'M' in the dirt. "Now fly. I will do my best to throw the dogs off the trail." The white fox vanishes as if never being there. As the crow flys away from the farm house a green glimmer shines in the window of the house. If only the bird had seen it she would of known it was the stone.
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Post by Silver on Feb 16, 2013 9:29:03 GMT -5
Hearing the strange caws, Alonso studied the bird carefully. This was odd. Crows usually don't talk to wolves, or any other species, for that matter. After seeing the strange wolf react to the bird, Alonso decided it would be in his best interest to not make any comments towards the suspicious situation of the little fox in the other wolf's jaw. He only seemed to be sleeping, anyway. The other wolf was holding him like one would a wolf cub. Something else must be going on here. Other species usually don't communicate, ever.
He shifted his weight from paw to paw and decided to be cocky anyway. It was the only way he knew how to deal with the situation. "Heh. Featherbag, you look kind of tasty. I haven't eaten in a while."
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Post by Squire on Mar 29, 2013 19:40:53 GMT -5
Russel ignored the other wolf's comment to the crow. His present concern was for Martin. "Martin is under my protection. He helped me when I didn't have anyone else, and for that I owe him. Got any problems with that featherhead?" Russel was rather annoyed with the entire thing. He wasn't fond of the new strangers, but for the moment he was stuck.
((Three apologies. One, sorry for the really really long delay. Two, sorry it's so short. Three, sorry it's not that great either. At the moment the creative juices just aren't flowing and school has been keeping me busy.))
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Post by renardsage on Oct 27, 2013 13:48:06 GMT -5
The strange bird flew up and cawed on his way, " Just tell Martin what I said and be wary of an evil creature I heard it was the root cause the disappearance of the northern pack of wolves." Martin stirred slowly waking up with the brief echos of lost dreams in his mind. "whats going on" was all his sleepy mouth could say.
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Post by Silver on Oct 31, 2013 14:44:21 GMT -5
Alonso turned and started to follow the crow out of pure curiosity, knowing that he could not keep up with it, him being on the ground and it having the freedom of the skies. Regardless he was nosy and wanted to know where it came from and why it insisted on talking to creatures outside of its species.
Young Martin was conscious now and as he muttered something he hesitated, curious as to what he would say... he kept an ear pointed behind him as he watched the crow fly off in another direction and appear to grow smaller.
He wasn't worried about the other wolf being hostile at this point. He was obviously injured but that certainly didn't mean he should rule him out as a threat. Wolves have a way of pushing through their pain.
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Post by c3rt on Nov 2, 2013 14:30:10 GMT -5
Kodiak knew he was defeated. He was losing everything right in front of him, and it was his entire fault. He was just standing there while his friends were still crying and asking him “Why would you do this to us?” as they were consumed by the rival pack. Some had gashes of flesh gone and they could not do anything as more and more was being taken. They had no preference; they went for the females and the children just as they did the males. This was an act of pure violence, and they had no mercy. Kodiak would love to step in and rip these wolves to shreds, but his body couldn't seem to move. He was stuck as he watched his friends die, slowly and very painfully.
----And then he woke up. He didn't seem to be too phased by this dream; it was an almost every night sort of thing. It still terrified him, and he didn't want to think about it. His dreams made him do enough of that already. Beside him, Atticus still lay sleeping, as he always did; he slept like a rock. No rustle or normal noise could wake him, but when he does wake, he is always ready for everything. I suppose you could call him a morning fox, but then again, he did like to sleep in where he could get the chance.
After paying more attention, he noticed that a blanket of moss had been placed around him; apparently Atticus had found some to help him stop tossing and turning so much. He always appreciated what Atticus did; he didn't need to always go out of his way, and yet he did every time. At least Kodiak slept a fair amount tonight, his insomniac tendencies always kept him awake, which was bad because any down time would make him reflect on what happened and he would constantly replay the scenario over and over again. “What could I have done differently?” he thought heart bashed and despondent.
After waking up a little, Kodiak decided to get breakfast for the two of them; it’s the least he could to repay him, even a little bit. He left their cave and tracked down a couple of rabbits. He chased down a turkey for about an hour, but could not seem to get in a good position to take it down. He took his rabbits and returned to the cave, knowing this would be enough for the time being. They did have a rather large meal lately, so the rabbits could easily tie them over until their next hunt.
Atticus mumbled a little bit and rolled around. The smell of a fresh kill always woke him up, and when he finally would identify it…
Atticus snapped to his feet. “Breakfast?” he said. Kodiak grabbed his rabbit, and threw it his direction. Atticus did not hesitate, eating as fast as is foxily possible, but meanwhile saying muffled words about “this is delicious” and “thanks for hunting” in between chunks of meat being consumed. When he was done, he shook his whole body from the new energy being entered into his body and cleared his throat. “So how did you sleep?”
Kodiak gestured over to the moss, and cocked his head a little sideways to signify asking a question.
“Yes, you were tossing like crazy last night; I assume you had the dream again? No matter, it seemed to be pretty warm, so I thought you should have it.”
Kodiak slightly laid back his ears, looked at him, and wagged his tail.
“Good, glad to hear it. Maybe today is the day, we find ourselves a permanent home, ready to set out?”
Both of them lined up side by side and set off for their daily walk.
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Post by renardsage on Nov 24, 2013 22:29:39 GMT -5
Elsewhere dogs chase the scent of a fox as a newly rested hunter follows them.
The dogs had come back last night after chasing the scent back toward the farm last night. He brought his dogs in and fed them, "we'll go out tomorrow once we are all rested and find that demon fox. Then what curse and where he hid my son will be broken." A shadow watches from a darkened window. It mumbles in dark eerie tones, "they should of found and killed the boy by now." The shadow creature jumps down and searches the ground around the farm. "It should still be here, somewhere" Finding a small white tuff of fur, "She's here too... This may be a bit more difficult but its sure to be more fun too." it hisses.
Now with the sun above the horizon the white fox runs quickly her tired body has been searching all night for Martin but now the dogs where back and she would need to confuse them again. She decided to do something extremely simple. *I'll just ground them to a hole and just not be there* her mind was too tired to think up something more.
Martin was now wide away and wondering who the new wolf was. "Hello?
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Post by Silver on Nov 25, 2013 14:59:15 GMT -5
His attention turned briefly to the little fox, and he wondered how he could sleep so soundly through all this, or if he was even sleeping at all? From Alonso's perspective it seemed that he has been slightly unconscious, as his little fox chest rose and fell with breath retaken from a deep slumber. The other wolf seemed to take a protective stance naturally over the fox, which was fine in Alonso's opinion. He has no business here, he should keep going. He should move on, like he always has, to somewhere else because you can't rely on others, you can't lean or show one sign of weakness because it will always be exploited. No one is a friend, no one is an enemy as long as you keep running.
In response, he picked up his tail and laid his ears flat, head out straight. "I wish you well, little fox. It sounds like you have many things ahead of you. I, however can't stay here."
He spun quickly and leaped into the bushes.
Any of their words were lost on Alonso's ears as he tucked away through the undergrowth with a stiff tail and lithe body. his paws picked through the leaves without making noise, he weaved through like a strange off-white mist. Let's go north, I can find wolves with fur similar and blend into the dirty ice and be the omega of another pack. His breath hurried and he started to flee. Taunts and empty threats mean nothing, at least I wouldn't be alone.
Hardened hearts make no immediate threat out of sorrow, but always suffer later.
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