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Feb 4, 2007 17:31:09 GMT -5
Post by TRaven on Feb 4, 2007 17:31:09 GMT -5
*TRaven ran through the foresty mountains.It certainly was cooler up here than back in the city.No scorching asphalt either.The shade covered him as he gallantly ran in and out of trees.He had to go back to his pack's cave.Even though they were dead he had kept their home secure.He was no wolf by birth,but he was rasied as one.He knew he needed a pack to survive.A lone wolf was one destined to die.But he was fine for now.He could survive for a little while.As he approached the cave he heard a sound from within.He stopped running and slowed to a creep.He caught the scent of something he hated.Man.There were two of them.Neither had a gun so he could scare them off.But then they'd go back to the others and bring back reinforcements.He was hungry too,but would he resort to them as food?He couldn't risk it.He snuck up behind them and jumped on the first one's back.His teeth sunk deep into the man's neck.He dropped and the other turned around.He pulled out something metal,it was sharp too.He had seen these before.They were used to skin animals.Traven bit them man in the ankles,brining him down as well.The man made a swing and caught TRaven in the shoulder.A yelp escaped his mouth and he bit down on the man's hand.He dropped the knife and TRaven kicked it away.He made a lunge at the man's neck,biting down and tearing a hole.Revenge felt good,but it wasn't enough.As he tried to walk he fell down on his right side.The wound form the metal.He lied down on his left side next to a pile of leaves.He used his teeth to wrap his arm with a few leaves and some vine*
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Feb 5, 2007 8:15:51 GMT -5
Post by {.casanova} on Feb 5, 2007 8:15:51 GMT -5
--> The day was warm, and the ground was partly shaded beneath towering trees. The withered statues that represented wildlife about the Montechello Mountain Range were scattered about the land, looking like once living beings rendered helpless, and lifeless. Countless fauna, nameless to him, scampered back and forth about the scene, giving the wooded area a feel of neverending life. Neverending life. That there was something. It gave it a look of immortality, as if the spirit of nature could never be broken. It was the only part of Basset and it's outskirts that held such a view to gaze upon.
Luminous sun spilled in towards the wooded mountain range, the massive shaft of golden light providing Casanova a feel as if he were in the spotlight, just the way he liked it. However, as the shadows shifted and the clouds continued their journey, the spotlight moved off of him. It seemed to be attracted to a cave of some sort, or perhaps it was just his imagination.
His trot could be heard from far off as the autumn leaves, long since fallen from the branches that towered above, were shattered like thins sheets of glass beneath his paws. His coat was a white silk like fur, that resembled his sister--Sterling--and gave him a cool, light coat that would provide some for the ice age, and help him in the current warmer climate. Like his sister, he had small spots around his eyes, muzzle, and ears. although unlike his sister his spots were a beige color instead of Sterling's black. His eyes were the same glass blue hue. He looked almost exactly like his sister, and could easily be mistaken for the delicate beauty that was the crush of many a male dog in Basset. That is, if it wasn't for his scent of testosterone.
His paws followed the path laid down for him, made by probably the owner of the cave. He knew not to venture in unless it was an emergency, and even then it could be punishable if one stepped upon another's land. He shook his head at this rule, letting the thought slide as he picked up a faster trot up into the cave. His eyes wandered around the cave, seeing two men laying with a few dead dogs. He jumped fully into the cave and walked around, wandering around and smelling every one of them to make sure they were truly gone. When he came to one of them, however, his scent came strong, and then Casanova saw his chest heaving inward and outward. He barked loudly, as if to encourage him to stand.
"What happened here?" He asked, demandingly. He looked the wounded dog over, and then a metal dagger caught his eyes. They called it a 'nife.' He knew not of the proper human english language, so he spelled it 'nife', not 'knife'. He stood over the canine. He supposed that if this mutt was down, then he was the dominant male at the moment, even if he was in this dog's land.
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Feb 5, 2007 12:48:05 GMT -5
Post by TRaven on Feb 5, 2007 12:48:05 GMT -5
*TRaven slowly staggered himself and got back up. He shook himself off gently and looked over the other dog. This dog was in his territory, but was the one asking the questions. TRaven didn't like this. His wound didn't make him any less than he was before. As he tried to balance on that limb he fell inward a small bit. So maybe it did have some affect on him* "These men were sent from Bassett. A group of them had come before and killed the rest of my pack. When I returned from the city I foudn the two of them here.I could have let them leave, but then they would have come back with more reinforcements. I couldn't risk that happening. Now,I believe that you owe me an explanation. Why do your paws tread on my land?Have you need of shelter?"
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Feb 6, 2007 17:38:28 GMT -5
Post by {.casanova} on Feb 6, 2007 17:38:28 GMT -5
Azure occules wandered his physique, as if to seek out the wound that had caused the brute to fall in the first place. Locating it, he raised his skull, seeing the knife cut. A slow smirk wavered over his facade, ejoying having the advantage over the other male at the second. True, it was his territory, but he didn't have the ability to lead it with exactly an iron fist at the moment. Casanova, on the hand..well..let's just say he had an advantage. He stood over the male until the lab stood, and though the labrador stood taller than him, with just a flick Casanova knew the lab could fall over with the wound to his shoulder that would quite possibly put a dramatic limp to his step for quite a while, and probably disable him. He wasn't a dog to feel sympathy for others, though..
His ears pricked, though a wry grin wavered on in place of the once devious smirk. "Terribly unfortunate..," he said with false sympathy as he trailed off, still listening intently, "Shelter?" He asked abruptly, his words becoming sharp and clear. He chuckled in amusement. "I will find it on my own. I don't take orders from wounded nothings." He snarled, his smirk reappearing. "But nothing would not be a good calling for you, so what should I call you?" He asked.
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Feb 6, 2007 17:50:36 GMT -5
Post by TRaven on Feb 6, 2007 17:50:36 GMT -5
TRaven watched the other dog intently as he spoke. If need be, he could fight. He knew this territory well and even with his wound he could at least chase him off for a while. His heavy breathing had slowed into something more steady, ands the pain wasn't quite as intense as it had been initially. A couple hours had passed since the wounding and the bleeding stopped. It was, however still an open wound and would begin to bleed again if hit too hard. So TRaven decided to stay on the safe side and just go along with this other. "I go by the calling of TRaven. What is your title?"
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