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Post by mecolove on Mar 17, 2011 19:30:32 GMT -5
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Post by mecolove on Mar 17, 2011 23:29:28 GMT -5
(I guess I'll start since no one else is on. Lol. I'm just bored so I'm going to start it off)
Asukha trotted around, sniffing every object she could go to and trying to get a scent. No wolf was around. She sighed then walked to the river. A small herd of elk crossed in the distance. She inhaled the lucious scent, then began to smell the rich blood of a cow elk in the back of the herd. She grinned. The cow elk was wounded. It'd be much easier to kill than the others. She sneaked around, getting as close as she could to the elk, then hid between two bushes. When the elk passed by, she leaped! Asukha bit the cow elk's neck as soon as she felt its fur brush her paws. She tore at its neck and wriggled around, and the elk managed to shake her off, but Asukha hurled herself at the elk and pushed it down. She tore at its neck and bit it the last few times. It was dead.
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Post by melodiousnocturne on Apr 10, 2011 9:48:11 GMT -5
Arasael followed carefully behind his alpha, Asukha. He knew she was hunting and he stayed downwind from the elk, circling around behind her. He was a guard, but he tended to guard her more than the pack. Maybe it was his loyalty or maybe he didn't want to see another pack member slaughtered. He'd joined the pack only a short time ago, but in that short time he realized that this pack wouldn't die on him. He could smell the rich blood on the air, and he tightened his circle to get a better view. He turned his head to the right, he wasn't blind in his left eye, but he would also never admit that the sight in this left eye was blurry. He shadows and sometimes fuzzy outlines through his left eye. He cursed the demons, they'd also made his legs play up and hurt. When they hurt, he limped, it was a cruel fact of his existance. The strangled call of alarm caused his entire body to go tense and his head to shoot up. She was taking it on by herself?! He crept forward, ever watching. Within minutes the wounded elk let out the rattling last breath it would ever take. He loped out of cover, no need to hide now. The elk herd had bolted when she'd made her move. He'd hid so that she could keep her element of surprise, but now it wasn't needed. As he trotted forward, pain shot through his leg. He stumbled and shook his off, trying not to limp. He'd been on his feet, moving too quickly, for too long. He knew better. But he did it anyway. He ducked his head as he got closer, acknowledging her higher rank. "Hello, Asukha. I'd assume the day is finding you well?" he guestured toward the elk she'd killed by herself. "Would you like any help with that?" He meant taking it back for the pack, but as always, he left his sentences ambiguous. She could take it how she liked.
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Post by mecolove on Apr 10, 2011 17:24:20 GMT -5
Asukha smiled then nodded. "Yes, a great day and a wonderful hunting day at that. I have had more luck and liveliness in life ever since this pack came around. And you, Arasael, are a wonderful addition." She didn't quite take it in that Arasael had popped out of no where and perhaps followed her when hunting, yet she was stunned that he had kept his scent covered. Not scaring the elk away and she not noticing. She took great pride in the guard, he was probably one of her best in the pack. When he offered to help, Asukha replied, "Why thank you for offering your help. That is very nice of you. Anyways, I probably couldn't have taken it all the way back to camp, especially after the cut on my leg that that cow gave me." She gestured to her leg, which was cut open and bleeding. "It's not much, I can get it fixed up right away." She took one end of the elk so that Arasael could grab the other side. "Oh, and by the way," She added. "what are you doing here? Well, whatever you were doing, I never did notice you. That proves of a fantastic guard."
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Post by melodiousnocturne on Apr 10, 2011 18:44:17 GMT -5
Arasael nodded, "I've had plenty of experience at what I do. As for what I was doing," he paused for a second, nosing his end of the elk onto his shoulders, then onto his back with a grunt. His legs weren't going to like this. "I guess I've seen too many pack members die, a hunting party in my previous life was ambushed by demons. I guess..." He trailed off with a barely audible sigh. "Hunting demons takes a lot of stealth if you want the upper hand..." he added, half to himself, half in response to her not noticing him. "My previous life, you wouldn't know it by looking at me now, all these scars," he grunted with annoyance, "My pack, we weren't meant for fighting, over half of us never stood a chance. We were stealthy, but even so, we never even saw or heard the demons before they got to us." He turned his right eye to her more, "To hunt demons, you have you learn their tricks...." he trailed off once more, he'd talked more now than he ever did. His past had left him scarred, emotionally, physically, and most of all mentally. His memories were riddled with death, slaughter, loss. To say it had jarred a few screws loose, was an understatement. In battle, he'd heard others swear he was no better than the demons he killed. But so what? He got the job done with few causalities, that's all that mattered to him. He wouldn't lose his pack again. He'd noticed her wound, but there wasn't much he could do. He breathed fire, roasting her leg wouldn't help. Sure if she'd lost something, if she couldn't get it fixed he could cauterize it, stop the bleeding, but he was meant for exactly what he did. Attack and defend, hunt on occasion when the extra wolves were needed. His leg began to scream in pain from the added weight, some days it barely held his own weight, much less trying to carry a cow that weighed countless times more. He bit back the pained expression and held strong, he could rest later.
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Post by mecolove on Apr 10, 2011 18:58:34 GMT -5
Asukha listened as Arasael told his story as they carried the cow along. After he spoke, Asukha decided to tell about the demons in her life. "Yes, indeed, demons are extremely hard to kill, and quite evil, although I have met a demon that was actually indeed nice. His name was Daargon, silky black fur, gleaming eyes, man was he great, and strong too. I loved him, and he was actually a good demon..." She dipped back into her memories and thought about him for a moment, then shook it away. "but then the demons of his pack attacked us when we were mates. Daargon protected me, and the demons were going after me to kill me, but they ended up killing Daargon instead." She paused for a moment, sadness filled her eyes, but she managed to hide it a bit. "Then, the next day, I drowned. Halfly suicide, but not really.. it was hard to explain. Luckily, we rejoined in the afterlife, but then the demons found him and drug him.. well.." Her leg hurt furiously, but she wouldn't try and heal it until they got back to camp. Then she would have enough time.
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Post by melodiousnocturne on Apr 10, 2011 19:18:20 GMT -5
Arasael listened intently, A good demon? He almost stopped dead at the mere mention of it. He'd never met a demon that didn't try to rip his throat out the second they laid eyes on him. He made a soft "Hrumph," of curiosity, his way of answering without speaking. He nearly yelped in pain as he stumbled slightly when his left leg left hit a dip in the ground. Now not only that leg, which had been broken the first time he'd been attacked and bore the bite mark that caused it, but his back leg as well, felt as though they were on fire. The pain of it all began to register in his eyes, but he was too stubborn to show weakness. They only had a little ways left, if she could make it on a fresh injury like that, he'd make it on his old ones. He almost laughed at the irony of his life, a wolf born for stealth becoming a guard, and hunting demons in his afterlife. "Mates huh? Never had one, I was always too busy taking care of my pack to worry about anything other than the safety of everyone. I guess a good demon is...reasonable. Never met one myself. Every demon I ever killed tried to kill me in return." OOC: If he were human, he'd probably scratch the back of his head with this look on his face when he started talking at the end:
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don't ask why it's Shika, first person that came to mind that made that face |
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Post by mecolove on Apr 11, 2011 21:21:48 GMT -5
Asukha nodded. "Well it is extremely rare, but Daarga wasn't really full demon. In fact, he was once just a regular wolf like us.. then the alpha of The Curser Blood Demon Pack, Mickso, bit him during a nightmare. As you know, demons can occur in nightmares, and if they lead them into a trap in a dream and bite them, the wolf, angelic or regular, become demons. It is hard for a demon to control itself, but somehow Daarga managed too." She let out a sigh, drawn back in the painful memmories then returned back a few seconds after. "But yeah, mates. I never really had a pack, it was more like just Daarga and me, Daarga was always my protector. That's what a mate basically is, a best friend, a life-long guard, a lover until death.. in this case, even after death.. but life always has to end sometimes. Every wolf fades away one day." When he stumbled, Asukha felt a shock of pain. Since she possessed healing powers, she could feel wolf's pain sometimes, and that was the downside of her power. "Are you okay? You know, your legs?" She asked cautiously.
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Post by melodiousnocturne on Apr 14, 2011 19:55:36 GMT -5
Arasael remained very quiet while she talked. "So he wasn't born a demon, much as we were not born as we are." Pain laced his voice but he forced past it. Her question took him by surprise, "My legs? Well, usually they're fine, but the added weight of the elk is messing with the front one. It was broken when I was young, I guess it never truly healed. Walking is painful, but I can stand it. I just need rest." He winced as pain shot through his leg again. It was getting worse. Hopefully they'd reach their destination soon. He'd kept his his head bowed to hide the pain, but he felt he had to. He glanced up, his right eye focusing hard on where they were. Relief flooded through him, momentarily distracting him from the pain. He could see the start of the dens, and braced himself and shifted it on his back more. The maneuver sent a temporary stab of pain through his body, but he ignored it. His muscles, weakened from the previous injuries to them, strained and bulged unhappily to hold up the elk's weight. As the pain caught up, he ground his teeth together, and bowed his head. All of his muscles were apparent, even though normally under his thick fur they seemed to be non-existent. I hope we get there soon, I can't take much more. The thought hovered in his mind, he wished it wouldn't though. It made it harder to carry on.
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