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The warm morning earth parted gently between his paws as the large wolf-like brute made his solitary rounds through the deserted place that was Orchid Forest. To say this place was beautiful was an understatement, especially in the early hours as the red sun slowly creeps out from behind Usha Hills to cast a golden shadow over the treetops and to awaken the softly sleeping flowers but alas this morning was not one of sheer beauty… the rain drizzled steadily through the gaps in the sky onto his fiery red pelt causing much of it to flatten under the damp. The rain did not bother him however the damp was certainly uncomfortable for patrols when his joints were acting up which lessened the splendor of the terrain somewhat in his eyes. Though enough about the scenery and more to the point.

Alo’s strong sense of duty had led him to a morning stroll of the lands in which he was under obligation to protect if the need arises and today he was quick to discover something not as drastic as to call a war but something alarming just the same – a bear kill just at the border’s edge between the falls and the forest which he had gone further to investigate. Bear kills were not an uncommon sight seeing as they shared their territory with a vast amount of animals but seeing as it happened to be so close to the pack quarters he wanted to make sure it wasn’t a bear female with her cubs setting up den to far into their turf as this would be a threat to not only the adults of the packs but the pups would make tasty game for any hungry litter of bears. Lowering his muzzle to the gnarled roots he quickly picked up scent again to the south and made a hasty move in pursuit until he was within range of some fresh scent. This was far enough out of the way for the she-bear to keep to herself but for future reference he took note of the den just in case.

Ah, a fruitful days find yet the days were always quiet with little confrontation in this pack of plentiful space and prey… not even their rivals were setting foot which was fine but a little unsettling to say the least. It wasn’t his problem until they showed face so with a hearty sigh he turned tail and set back north further into the forest where he would remain in quiet bliss until his Alpha beckoned him for whatever need. About half an hour into his loping walk he stumbled across a clearing with little debris lying about where he felt gratified to rest his tired bones for a short while under the patchy shade while the rain cleared up. He liked to think of himself as a private canine yet in times of boredom he often craved the company of another – ideally that beautiful Akita cross he had once shared den with but with such an impossible dream he retired mournfully to take in what fate had brought him. Perhaps it was time he found himself a companion… it had been a while since he shared the fruits of his life with anyone and an apprentice of some sort would quench both his loneliness and his need to work.

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Word Count: 560
Muse: Very Good... I think.
Puppet: Alo.
For: Anybody.

[vanya]

[bg=666666][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/10n4z2p.jpg] Ah, Spring. New leaf was the time for ravaging hormones, and for the pups to begin popping out like daisies. Each year that passed it felt as if this fae never participated in what you would call "the love in the air" season. Whether she was in heat or not, never had she given in to such a game. Supposedly, having litters left and right just wasn't her forte. Alas, what a dreadful lie that had come to be. The older she became, the stronger her longing to pursue a lover would grow. The brutes in Metnal had never been appreciative towards her, being how secluded and arrogant this fae could be. Either way, Vanya had always held those monstrous ears up high. Whether she was a strong Metnal warrior or not, she would seek that true affection she had yearned for, elsewhere. Her desperation no longer gave notice to betraying her beloved Pack. The Pack she would die to protect and watch over for years to come. But, could love truly be this resticted to seeking within your own Pack? Her beliefs could bear this no longer, as her forepaws sunk within the soft flooring of the Orchid Forest. Never had she set foot here before, she had only dreamed. Even through the drizzle of rain droplets, she could sense the beauty of this surreal destination. The orchid flowers welcomed her brightly, as her wet nose touched the droplet-ridden petals. Who knew, Elysian territory could be so beautiful. This African Wild Dog felt a sense of uneasiness well up inside her. It had only recently come to mind that Metnal and Elysian weren't exactly friendly with one another . . In fact, it seemed as if they were the complete opposites. What a shame that was, but there was no turning back now. Her lengthy slender legs ranged from a saunter to a steady trot, as her russet irises scanned her surroundings. The fae didn't even need to look to take note that she wasn't alone. The bitter perfumes of bear flooded her nostrils, making her face twist into a slight wince. Lowering herself into a low-riding position, the fae slipped into a nearby shrubbery. The bear hadn't noticed her, but it didn't hurt to be cautious as she weaved in and out of the thin branches of the bushes she had decided to mask herself behind. Abruptly a new scent flared her nose, a little ways off from the bear. Dropping into her tracking senses, the fae stalked in a new direction. Immediatley she recognized the scent was of an Elysian canine. More than likely, a warrior. The Metnal fae ranged into a sprint, tracking the scent trail the warrior had left behind. An hour and half into her trot, Vanya could feel the bands of muscle that moved beneath her flesh, with each stride of her slender legs begin to ache. The tiresome journey she had just embarked screamed obscenities at her heaving ribcage, and sore forepaws. Approaching an upcoming bush, her laziness argued over going around the silly thing. Instead she decided to slip through the underbrush. Wriggling through, she felt the bush release her as she reached the otherside, which revealed a rather handsome brute with a fiery pelt. But the damn shrubbery didn't want to let go of the fae just yet. Just as she went to approach the Elysian warrior, she felt a sharp tug at her white bushy tail. To her dismay her mangy excuse for a tail was tangled within the thorns of the bush. With an irritable grunt, Vanya struggled to free her tail, but the underbrush refused to let her free. Forgetting the fact that she was within sight of the Elysian brute, the Metnal fae began ripping at the thorns, careless to the fact that she may be causing rips to her crimson gums. Oh, what an embarrassment this was. She was normally so confident, with a strong sense of arrogance. But, how could she express that arrogance, when she couldn't even fight of a bush! Tugging at her tail once again, a small whimper escaped the depths of her throat. Even the doings of embarrassment could defeat the strongest of warriors. notes; I apologize for my crappy response. D: muse; It's good I think.

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Lowering his large bulk to the ground and making it look graceful was damn near impossible and by the end of it he was sure he resembled something of a young fawn learning how to stand – but opposite. Carrying such a large weight in pelt and muscle (As warriors of any pack would have built up over the years) was nothing to him before his bones started complaining at everything he did. With a large huff he spread his broad paws out before them and gave the dirty appendages a brave lick knowing full well the journey back home would warrant the same later… he stopped dead. Among the things he had learned was that a quiet forest wasn’t good as that often indicated that there was a large predator in the wakes but it wasn’t the silence but rather the noise he was alerted by. The birds in the near distance were squawking loudly their alarm for their chicks and if he listened closely he could swear he heard the movement in the shrubs.

Standing as quickly as his form would allow he raised his muzzle to the slight breeze in hopes of catching this intruder undetected but it almost seemed that he was the one being perused in his own territory! He smelt nothing in the wind – damn flowers! They’re only good to look at! – and with his vision somewhat limited he was forced to rely on his strongest sense to catch the perpetrator. A rustling in the bush brought his attention to a patch not far behind him. At first he dared not move closer before he knew what he was up against (attacking a bear cub would certainly mean revenge if he was caught) but he curled his lip defensively and lowered his posture just in case. Then of course the scent hit him – the scent of a female canine though her spicy aroma left him confused to what she be in species. A fox perhaps? No, they smelt earthy for the most part while this one smelt like hot, spiced earth. A low grumble escaped his throat as he dared to move closer to the femme, she was not of his pack and though their standards here were often lack in allowing loners in this one just seemed different to all the other wanderers to cross paths.

A lesser dog would have flitted at the sight of the speedy little canine emerging from the bush. What a strange creature she was! Her stature was not large nor was it burly, it was lean and quick with modest show of her muscles beneath that cream, white and black pelt of hers. Her legs were long with a short fox-like face and very, very large dark ears. It was bizarre to look at but not unpleasant to the eye and perhaps if she were not tearing away half of her gums and teeth on that bush like a rabid mutt she may have looked strangely pretty. Heh, he’d been through all this before as a young dog. When spring came around, the neighboring pug dog liked the Swan Princess. This one was no different and as instinct tugged back and fourth he approached her cautiously and stood but a meter from her reach.

“You’re nae gonna’ get very far tuggin’ at it like that. Move back a few steps where yeh came from. You’ll still have to prize it out but bit by bit.” He stood there assessing the situation momentarily with a bored expression. With such a huge array of different accents on the land his was probably the most pronounced and obvious to the knowledgeable dog. Regardless of whether she understood or not he waited patiently for her to reply. It would be several minutes before she broke free unless she decided her tail wasn’t worth it and it was best left behind. She was an outsider no matter how he looked at her and she’d be needing to be escorted from the area if she had come without purpose – even if she had come for something, he’d need to lead her to a safe rendezvous away from the den to keep privacy… he couldn’t imagine why else she would be so deeply into the woods unless she was chasing him. His heart skipped and he pawed at the ground uneasily when he though of conclusion. Attack? Curiosity? Spying? Lust?… wait, lust? That would be the day. Physically she was not much younger but still…

“Were yeh followin’ me or somethin’? Shouldn’t be skulkin’ about out here, lass. I may not look like much but I’ve spent all my days in the ring and if the Alpha was here there’d be nothin’ I could do if he ordered yeh dead.” He lifted a brow and turned his head away from looking at her. “Metnel pack?”

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Word Count: 810
Muse: getting better but this post is pretty rambly XD Sowwy.
Puppet: Alo.
For: Anybody.