|
Post by baja on Oct 15, 2006 15:05:42 GMT -5
Curiosity. That was his intention... his ambition to come here. He was not accustomed to this place- yet something lured him in further and further. Sleek physique shelps without hault..... further..... further.... he was then in the barren place of this land. But why was he here? He knew no one here... even the soil under his nadir was unwelcoming. Perceptions look up to the sky, attic rapidly contemplating random thoughts.... Was there someone waiting for him? Were they friend... or foe? Thats when the fragrence of others danced into his nasal passages. Pate swivels immediatly to the trace of the scent.....
What do you want? Articulation demanded to the unknown abyss. His own melody perterbed himself.... he knew he had to leave... and quickly. But the segments below him refused to move. What was happening to him? [/b] [/color][/size]
|
|
|
Post by Blinded on Oct 15, 2006 15:12:47 GMT -5
Andre watched this silly newcomer from under a dying tree. You didn't come across too many trees in these lands, and resting under the shade was a luxury the wolverine was growing quite fond of.
The demoniacal beast gave his blunt claws a lick, wondering what to make of this strange wolf. He was not so big that Andre couldn't deal with him, but perhaps not worth the effort.
Am I hungry enough to move? What a foolish question. The wolverine stretched his powerful frame until the bones stopped cracking, and sat down to wait. Chances were that this wolf was lost, and unless it was retarded, the wolverine would be spotted. That's what the wolverine believed. If you couln't find your prey and couldn't spot your hunter, you had no right to live on his lands.
|
|
|
Post by baja on Oct 15, 2006 16:52:16 GMT -5
Earshot detects movement behind him, hind pillars rotate the rump of the wolf around, profile now facing the unkown vitality. He sensed what was being judged before him. A mere chuckle was cast onto the creature before him. You take my confusion as a weakness, you ignoramus oaf? You know not who you contemplate with.[/b]
Deeps roll in their sockets at the pathetic animation. He had dealt with immortal lycans- Andre was nothing. If you had even a hint of sense, you would leave me to my maundering. [/b] thorax spat at the other. He had always been oddly aggressive and quick to anger with strangers- unfortunate genes passed through his mother.
Navigation resumes its former course, this time he kept one ear tilted toward the stranger in case of a pathetic attempt of an attack. He hadnt had an affray in weeks- his tendons and kinesthesia could use a sharpening.[/color][/size]
|
|
|
Post by Blinded on Oct 15, 2006 18:33:59 GMT -5
Andre was apathetic. "Not too friendly, are we my wolf?" Ignoramus oaf? Where was the respect? The wolverine rose to his limbs, giving his stout eats a small twitch.
"And as it was, I'm not sure who I'm dealing with so explain yourself. What brings you to this dying land?" His eyes burrowed hungrily at the wolf. The creature knew nothing about immortal lycans, and didn't bother himself with them. Witlessness was another thing, and with that he would intermeddle. You can never tell from outside impressions, but Andre was jumping to conclusions about the new wolf before him.
|
|
|
Post by baja on Oct 15, 2006 19:10:31 GMT -5
A distant rumble from his thorax rang through the silence- and it was growing with each of the other's words. Doesnt he have better things to do than to bother me? [/b] Thoughtbox questioned to no one inperticular.
Ligaments continue on their way, mockingly leaving the unkown one in silence. He didnt have to explain himself- not to the likes of Andre. He knew that someone... or something had drawn him here- and it certainly was not this pathetic exscuse for a mortal. Lucky for this bruthen, even though he was in a rather pushy mood, Bajamore was willing to forget this trade.
Pushy. What a word. If he felt aggrivated a bit more, he would become far more than "pushy". "Deadly...Lethal...." these are words that match his description a bit more accuratly.
He was determined to find who called him here- and no one would stand in the way. [/color][/size]
|
|
|
Post by Blinded on Oct 16, 2006 15:14:03 GMT -5
Andre smirked, a little pleased with himself at the way the wolf's fur ruffled. "You dumb, wolf?" he asked, knowing full well this wolf could talk, " Or just rude not to answer an old badger."
The beast licked his maw, mirth radiating from his golden eyes. Andre was not a childish wolverine, and hated smart creatures, but it was always fun for him to tease future meals, especially crackpots like this new wolf.
|
|