{Open} Chokin' on my own contradictions.

[zora]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i50.tinypic.com/9av15g.jpg] It was never like this fae to be running 'round in territory she didn't belong to. But, this fox was rather niave, and headstrong at that. It wasn't like her to listen, especially not having a strong influence by her side. It was unfortunate that she had been pursuing a lonely life as a loner. But, was there truly a piont? For Zora there was. Depening on a pack of canines just wasn't her thing. A burden even! How could she trust such souls? Especially what she called the "domestics". Dogs, in other words. She just couldn't find the heart to trust them anymore, let alone the other canines. How could she possibly wash away the memories . . No. The nightmares. The nightmares of a canine, brainwashed by it's handler, murder her father and own brother. Her kin, for goodness sake! In her book, not a soul could be trusted. But, that never meant she didn't love the company. She enjoys it. But pursuing a relationship, or even a friendship, was completely foreign to her. And definately something she didn't intend to have. The padding the lined underneath her paws were soft, compared to the river bank she trotted along. Normally her pads felt rough as she moved, being that they were cracked and ravaged. Being without a pack, did however have it's disadvantages. There was never going to be a healer within her reach, when she needed it. Especially for her mangled paws, which have endured many horrid weathers and split open due to a couple unprovoked fights. Thankfull, this fox could fend for herself in such conditions. She was her own warrior, left to protect no one but herself. Such a selfish, yet reassuring thing to render yourself in. Shoving this thought to the depths of her mind, Zora strided her away down the bank, in search for a decent spot. The fae had always wanted to catch a fish or two, but had never got around to doing so. After a few moments, the fox realized that the current wasn't going to stop for her to fish. It continued to rush past her, droplets of water splaying towards her thick silver pelt. With a shudder of her coat, Zora took note of a branch that went across the river that flowed before her. Perhaps, if she could get towards the middle of the river, she would be able to catch the fish that flew with the current. Padding up to the branch, she laid a slender paw upon it. The branch shook slightly, beneath the weight of just one foot. But, of course, this wasn't going to stop her from her hunt for fish! Sure the branch looked unpromising, but the mouthwatering scent of the creatures within the water lingered in her nostrils. The feline-like pupils within it's pale gold irises had dialated, focusing on the branch. Her intent stare did stray once, as she made her move. One noir paw before the other, Zora began to make her way across. The branch shook beneath her with every step she took. The feeling of the wood giving way edged closer and closer. But, there was no going back now. She would have to make this quick. The moment she made it to the middle of the raging river, she paused. Cautiously, the fae leaned her slender body forward. Steadying herself with the balance of her feathered tail held high, Zora reached her paw down and towards the water. Her enlongated claws grazed the surface, as her golden orbs searched the waters for a fish. It wasn't long before the scaley little morsel had come into view beneath the clear current. Readying herself for the catch, the river had played a dirty trick on her. The fish had come to her, but surely not in the way she had desired! Instead, the current had increased to such a high speed, that the fish practically shot itself out of the water, flying at the fox. Caught by surprise, the fae had managed to catch the damned thing by jumping into the crisp air. The scaley creature between her teeth, the fox fell down on the branch with clatter. The wood, being not much thicker than her paws refused to hold Zora's weight as she landed upon it, causing it to give way beneath her. With a small squeak, the fox plummeted into the river. The icy waters enveloped her, the currents dragging her under. It almost felt as if she were stuck in a nightmare. A nightmare, when a monster had come after you, but you couldn't run . . No matter how hard you tried. In this case, she could not swim against the speed and fury of this river's current. She couldn't think. She could hardly see. Let alone, she couldn't breathe. Her claws raking at the surface, she had managed to at least break her muzzle free of the aqua that had swallowed her body. She could breathe, faintly but surely. For now anyway. The fae had inhaled a high portion of the dirty water already. The pain in her lungs choked her, as she struggled against the currents. This fox was rather small for her size, and obviously wasn't used to swimming in rivers. But, there had to be a first for everything right? For a moment, her soaked head bobbed out of the water. She couldn't see much, but she could surely sense someone was there. But, this thought was soon submerged as she sank back into the depths. notes; Crappy post. But I'm SO sleepy. tags; OPEN !

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[Doidle]

Luckily for Doidle, being a ratter meant she didn't need to trail her prey. She hated tracking things. Doidle much rather enjoyed falling upon things. The sudden shock and surprise always gave her a rush. Not to mention the fact that with the animals that needed tracking, you also needed more than one canine in tow. Rats were prefect not only for her size, but for her personality. Doing things alone was quite relaxing for her. And right now, she needed the relaxation.

She shouldn't be hunting anyway. They defiantly needed more members in their pack. She was a guard, a warrior. Not some silly stupid hunter that only held brains in their nose rather than where it was supposed to be. She huffed to herself then focused back on the grasses before her. She knew it was there, it knew she was there. But what it didn't know was that she was now in the air, a split second from landing on the filthy creature. By the time it realized it's doom was near, it was wriggling around in her jaw. Proudly, she pranced towards the river, tossing her catch in the air and grasping ahold of it once again, playing with it.

It didn't take long for her to hear the sudden gasp of air from the river, but by the time she focused on the water, there was nothing. Doidle quickly pranced toward the bank, small dark eyes scanning the top of the water, a small brown rat still wriggling in her mouth. There it was, just under the water, struggling. A small silver fox. With the sight, Doidle cackled loudly, losing her prey. Her brows furrowed as she watched it scamper off, a sudden release of enraged energy filling her existence. Doidle shot a angered glance and the dark coloured animal that was drifting down the river, snarling. How dare that rotten thing make her lose her meal! There was no way she was going to let this creature get away with something like that so easily, through something so simple like death.

She took off down the bank, following the river, passing the fox. When she came to a shallower part of the river, she quickly scanned the bank until she found what she was looking for. Doidle raced towards the driftwood and hauled it to the river, growling with each pull. This confident little mongrel threw herself and the floating wood out into the river, her legs kicking against the current. The little bitch would hit her and the wood soon. If she was smart enough, she wouldn't grab ahold, wouldn't save her own life. Doidle snapped at the water, barking, taking her anger of a lost meal out on the cool currents.

WC - 456
Mongrels - Zora
Oi! - Sorry it's a little weak, i kinda flew through writing it XD

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