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Post by Oni on Aug 18, 2013 0:42:21 GMT -5
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A mild breeze rolled over the meadow, tugging at the wildflowers and grass tendrils and loose hairs in the gray mare’s tail. She grazed idly, ears in a half-back half-forward relaxed position. For the past few days, her orders had been simply to eat up and recover, as she was no use to the herd in her current emaciated state. That suited her just fine. She was sick of adventure and excitement; a quiet break spent snacking on the finest roughage she could find sounded like heaven to Oni. There was no doubt she needed it--her ribs were prominent beneath her spotted pelt, which lacked its usual shine. Her legs, reduced to a thin layer of fur and skin and sinew over bone, were much weaker and more spindly than she cared to admit. The recent bout of illness which had infected her had most definitely left its marks, and she was lucky the herd had allowed her to stay and recover. If it had been under the command of some of its past leaders, Oni might’ve found herself an involuntary sacrifice.
A movement in her peripheral vision caught her eye and sent her skittering a few feet to the side, eyes wide and nostrils flaring. Her ears were pricked, alert, as her head swiveled about, searching for the potential danger, when she saw it again. A large monarch butterfly wing, swaying with the wind. One which, as it happened, was attached just behind the mare’s shoulders.
Her head shot back up, and her ears were pinned back against her skull. She knew what the herd members smelled like, and they were vastly different than this. That meant there was a foreigner, a trespasser, on her land. A potentially dangerous trespasser--in Oni’s experience, visitors from other tribes were, more often than not, predators in search of easy prey. Though weaker and feebler than usual, the appaloosa had no intention of being someone’s easy prey. Her legs were tensed, ready to flee should the need arise, but mentally she was preparing herself to stand her ground. “Who’s there? Be wary, trespasser--the Bellator do not take kindly to uninvited guests.” She spoke in her flat, colorless tone. Without a drop of emotion in her expression, Oni waited.
[yikes x.o still getting back into rp'ing, I promise things will get better as I go! <3]
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Post by Skadi on Aug 21, 2013 20:00:25 GMT -5
She was sick of subsisting on rabbits, prairie dogs, and fish – small game that only served to stave off the appetite for a few hours. Today she would bring down something substantial, something with a lot of meat on its bones and fat under the skin, something that she could feast upon for hours and finally feel full for once. That was her goal. She kept reminding herself of this over and over as she maintained a fairly leisurely pace padding along the fringe of the Bellator plains. Like a slinking shadow she moved with a fluidity that was normally reserved by nature for those of the felid variety, and it wasn't something she was oft to do, but the black she-wolf was determined. Today she would bring down something with a little more fight in it, something with a stronger will to live.
She kept close to the tree line and its copious amount of cover. With the sun high above there was no shortage of shadows below the trees and within it she could lie in wait for something worthwhile to come waltzing by. It was a lazy way to go about hunting, and again something she was not oft to do, but without a few members of the pack to back her up she had to rely on stealthiness and ambush tactics to get what she wanted. Careful to remain downwind of anything out in the plains she lowered her rump to the earth and settled in for what she imagined would be a long and tedious wait, those bright yellow-gold eyes of hers carefully scanning the area for any signs of life. Unsurprisingly there wasn't a hell of a lot going on at this time of day and with something akin to a half-yawn half-sigh parting her dangerous jaws, Skadi slid out her front legs and settled into a sphinxlike prone position.
Just as utter boredom was beginning to get the best of her, those keen eyes of hers caught the shape of something unmistakably equine making its way out into the plains. Watching closely, the horse slowed to a stop and began munching merrily on some fresh grass, for the time being completely oblivious of a predator lurking nearby. Skadi took a moment to thoroughly assess the situation. On one paw, this could very well be just a standard run-of-the-mill every day horse. While on the other paw, and very much more likely, it could be a shifter or retro traipsing about in animal form. Hoping for the former but preparing for the latter, the large black she-wolf rose to her feet and emerged from the shadows, quietly slithering into the shoulder high grass near the edge of the plains and blending in well with the swaying greenery as she did so.
As she drew closer, the shape of her target sharpened up with more detail. The horse was female and quite emaciated – her ribs and hips sticking out, her fur lackluster, and her wings... Wait, wings? Skadi momentarily paused her advancement and shook her head a little, reexamining the mare more closely. Yes, wings, and a pair of antennae to match. This wasn't entirely uncommon under the dome and she had certainly seen worse done to others, but this – giant butterfly wings on a horse – seemed entirely laughable. If she were anyone else she would have sniggered at such a sight, or at the very least cracked a smile, but she was Skadi and she had no capacity for such trivial emotions. Poking fun at someone who looked different than everyone else was such a foolish human thing to do.
Then all at once there was a shift in the wind and the soft breeze turned against her, putting the mare downwind and carrying the wolf's scent straight toward her. Stifling a growl Skadi lowered herself to the earth and flattened her ears, those predatory sights watching as the horse became alerted and instantly stiffened into flight mode. Knowing very well she had been discovered, Skadi wasted no time on playing games and simply rose to a stand, stepping out from the tall grass behind the mare and into the open. "Praise whatever deities your kind worships as they surely smile upon you..." She spoke with a low, smooth, and sultry voice that didn't seem to match the cold merciless eyes that appeared to stare straight through to one's soul. "And just hope that mine do not decide to change such good fortune."
O O C • Whoa, long... I normally don't write that much but I really missed writing Skadi. XD Sorry for the delay! A storm knocked out my internet all weekend. >.<
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Post by Oni on Aug 26, 2013 13:51:52 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 815px; background-image:url(http://i43.tinypic.com/nybtb8.jpg)] The voice of the other, low and sensual, fell like lead on Oni’s ears. Before even turning to see the guest, Oni knew she was a predator. It was something in her way of talking, something that suggested she was completely at ease and in control. Dominant. Only a powerful creature could be so relaxed in such a situation. The mare whirled around, falling a few steps back as she did so, and her suspicions were confirmed. A great wolf stared at her, and Oni saw a hunger in the canine’s eyes that frightened her.
Her primal instinct was to flee back to the herd. Herd meant safety; the herd meant protection. Run, run, run, her heart beat the rhythm, urging her to turn and use her long legs. But it was countered by a newer and much less appreciated part in her conscience, one that was entirely too human. It reminded her of the vulnerable back with the herd—the foals and the old and the weak. She could not lead this wolf back to them. They were helpless.
“I’m an atheist,” She said dryly, to distract the wolf a little longer and buy some time. What could she do? Run somewhere else? Surely the wolf would chase her down sometime. Fight? Unease flickered into her otherwise masked eyes for a moment; she had little fighting experience. But she had the equipment: sharp, hard hooves, thick teeth, and a thousand pound body to enforce it all. She could put this wolf out of commission for a while, potentially. Then again, the Nilda must know that. She must be aware of the dangers such large mammals posed and posses the means to bring them down anyway. Oni thought of the sword she carried in her human form. Though she’d taken to practicing with it in her spare time, it was still large and clumsy. She kept it as sharp as she could, but she knew nothing of sword fighting. She wasn’t even sure if her noodle-arms could hold it up long enough to do anyone serious damage.
The appaloosa spent a wistful moment thinking of her old home, where she had just been a plain horse and her biggest threat was a docile deer eating her food. Things had been so simple and straightforward—there were no such things are morals back on Sable Island. There was only survival. She stole a couple more backward steps, still watching the wolf closely, and frowned at herself. This was not a pity party. Things were different now, but if she were smart, she’d use them to her advantage. If she really wanted to survive, she would use the unique skills humans possessed. After all, which creature was responsible for driving all others to endangerment, some to extinction?
In one fluid motion, Oni shifted to her human form and drew her sword. No longer was she an animal of prey. She would not be frightened; she would not be hunted. The skinny girl rolled her shoulders back and, gripping the hilt with both hands, pointed the katana at the wolf. “Return to your pack. You will not be dining here today.”
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