Blindly Scavenging [12.21.09]

[Emica]

Rp between Emica , Trea , and Hik.

Emica. Newly crowned king was, of course, bored as usual. He guessed Cia was elsewhere, unless she was obscured carefully within their den and he knew nothing of it. So, there beastie was, sprawled out before realm, limbs outstretched and prodding the snow-covered vegetation that surrounded his masculine figure, lethargic as hell. Ears slicked back against crown in it's annoyed stance, cerulean depths narrowed and shifting throughout the vast winter wonderland in search of any invaders to his domain. Sighing as he pulled himself to the infamous over-sized paws that were his signature weapons, he stretched before taking off in a slight saunter towards the trademark stench that was owned by the poor soul who alpha was after; deer of course. On the prowl, who knows what he might encounter?

Trea. The lass of many unused features lay in the bracken around her, snow piercing the tender skin of her pawpad. She had wandered away from moons to pass, and she was turned into a castaway from her wretched fool of an alpha, and sent to the depths of the snow-topped wastelands. Auds caught a wave of pawsteps, as she backed away into a pitch corner and peered out the side. Her fur began to ruffle as she spotted another wolf comming her way. Quickly she looked around the area to find some escape. There's got to be some way out! her mind thundered. If he sees me coming I know I'll be poached! Her glare of an icy toxic blue staggered around as her maw was partially ajar with fright. He smelled as though an alpha. Her fearscent was overpowering now as she had a choice but to run across his path. Quickly she bolthed out of the small dark area and zoomed across the hill.

Emica. Alpha staggered across the invisible path to where ever his scences drove him, stalking forth like some drunken beastie just to have some fun. Brows abruptly quirked as feminine aroma tickled olfactory receptors, ears dragging forth and twitching atop crown like miniscule satelites, waiting to detect further movement. Pupils dilated as they rested upon the culprit to the stench, masculine figure going rigid in the process as he watched her bolt across his path and out of vision, probably hidden behind foilage of sorts. Smirk creased leathery visage as he realized she must be petrified by her stance that he had observed as she ran away; what harm could he possess to wolves these days? There were either softies or insane psychopaths that wanted to murder you in your sleep, but he was the fine line between the two. Skull whipped around cautiously, wondering if she had been chased by another being, but none prevailed. He picked up his pace to a trot as he went after her, tail held above rump in its regal position that was hardly his to claim, skull lowered to protect life-giving vein just incase this bitch decided to lash out unexpectedly. Innocence was plastered to his features and a low grunt was emitted as he searched blindly for her. "Hello? Miss - I mean no harm. My name's Emica, dub me Emi if you please. Are you.. alright?"

Trea pace slowed to a steady trot as she blundered for some protection, if the victim of her follows prevailed to follow. As of usual her blue nose lit up a safe, dark area, as she crept into the uncomfortable hole and looked around steadily. She had no mass of protection, except the acid that leaked from her drainage pour and a stead heartbeat that could keep her going. Her fearscent almost discontinued when she heard more pawsteps. Probably just a squirrel. That mangy wolf couldn't of followed me, I was too quick for him! Her pupil-less optics grew wider as her blind eyesight almost became clear as day. These pawsteps sounded as though a full grown wolf was scanning the area. Lass held herself in the dark corned and covered her nose firmly. She wanted to run for more areas, but her body was still and motionless. She couldn't move.

Emica. Paws scratched against the blistering snow as he made his way to the seemingly terrified female, what had he done this time? Expression softened, attempting to put the invader at peace, even though he didn't know she was apparently blind. Ears pinned to crown in confusion, cranium tilting to the side like some lost puppy. Jaws parted, salmon pigmented oral appndage snaking through the gap to lick over chiseled lips, yawn breaking the tension building up within his chest. Contorting masculine figure until beastie was sitting upon haunches, he lowered his dominant stance to comfort the female - "Are... you ok?" Genuine concern laced raspy tones as he watched her, apparently frozen before him. Tail twitched behind him, awaiting the wench's responce.

Trea. Lass heard a voice speak as though they were friend, nor foe. She hopelessly lay back down into the snow. She spoke with anxiety. "Yes, I'm fine." Her voice was soft, sweet, angelic like, but a tint of furocity was revealed. Tendrils of air blasted her fur, making it sway, almost falling over, she sat down with recouragment. Her auds twitched as her pupil-less orbs scanned him hopelessly. Fae shot him a glance like she was upset, but sat layed down into the nipping snow and huffed loudly. She was obviously stuck in a brain-fart, she wanted to run away, but the chances that he'll let her go are slim to none. She drew back her lips into a snarl as the wind blew tiny morcels of ice-crystals blew into her useless eyes. She lay down encouragingly and heaved in the males unknown scent. He smelled of female. A female in which she did not know. Great, more wolves to hunt me down, her mind pondered.

Hik pranced along the white grounds. This season was new to the yearling. He had never seen white grounds. He stopped and piled into the white grasses. Nose was burried under the snow. Tail stuck straight up in the air, wagging frantically. The playfull yearling lifted his head as a pack's aroma filled his nasal cavities. Uh oh, Hopefully he wouldn't be eaten. The shy but playful pup pranced along, diving into the snow here and there. Snow layed happily atop of his crania. He sat under a tree, Audit's picked up the sounds of birds chirping wildly above him. A squirrel jumped from limb to limb, snow falling from the branches and onto him. When some snow hit him he didn't know what it was. The pup left there so quick, his tail was tucked under. He ran into a clearing, a few trees here and there. Audit's were perked high atop of his head. Eyes were wide awake, pupils dialated. He saw a near by white female who was quite close to him. Eyes then met a large male. Oh dear' He thought. Tail stuck straight in the air as he pranced a few more steps then stopped. The scent coming from the male was the scent of his dad. Was it his dad? Didn't look like him. But sure did have the same aroma of him. It was the harsh smell of good ol' powerful Alpha male. Hik had always wanted to grow up to be like his dad, but lost the chance to observe him when his dad and him got seperated on a hunting class. The bigger wolves were teaching the smaller ones like Hik, how to hunt successfully. The classes paid off, for Hik could live on his own on the green, But now the grounds were white, something he had never seen before until a few days ago. He hadn't came across any prey in a few days. You could see the youngun's ribs. He trotted up to the two and layed down in the grass. Knowing he 'd be seen any minute because of his odd color against the white coverings

Emica. Emotionless expression overtook the curious and amused, wiping the slate clean to start anew. Slight breeze ruffled ashen drapery, bringing along with it a second aroma - this time belonging to that of a juvenile. Feeling the need to respond the the lost bitch that stood before him, positive she was terrified of what could come, he put on a grimace, wondering what he could possibly do to comfort her. He held a firm paw over those being commanded, but he didn't quite know what he could do to the female to calm her down. Assuming she hadn't heard him when he was blindly scavenging for her, he resumed the lying position, ignoring the stench of another as he responded with a monotone tone; "Well, my name's Emica."

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