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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Mar 20, 2006 9:42:55 GMT -5
Tala smiled, and held back a chuckle as his speech was interrupted. She looked down, and stopped. She soon turned her gaze back to him, once he had recovered. Her eyes shone brightly, the snow started to settle on her coat once again.
"No, I don't think any less of you. You are allowed to sneeze in my presence. I shall kill then, back to the topic of hunting."
She did chuckle now, but still kindness in it anyways. She sniffed once again for the scent of prey. Detecting a small scent she nudged Allanon.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 21, 2006 18:01:48 GMT -5
At Tala's nudge, Allanon's hackles prickled to attention as he sensed that start of the hunt was near. Lanterns crackled with a fierce flame as he doned the mask of the cold-blooded killer, instantly killing the mirth that had glittered in his optics seconds before. A cruel smile very slowling cracked his lips, revealing glistening ivory fangs. Not wishing to alert her prey, he whispered softly in Tala's ear.
Pleasant hunting, dove. Howl if you have need of me.
Impulsively, he gently licked her cheek before quickly turning and stalking over to a nearby sapling. He lay beside its trunk, content to wait for Tala's return. He would see how this dove would do when she spread her wings. Perhaps this hunt will prove her to be a great asset to this fledgling pack.
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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Mar 22, 2006 6:53:31 GMT -5
Tala felt him tense and prickle. Her own body stiffened as well. At his words, she nodded and crept forward, into the bushes that edged the clearing. Her white coat was blending well with the snow, for that she was glad. She inhaled deeply, once again taking in scents. Finding one, Tala made a slow, sweeping gaze if the meadow before her. Eyes caught movement. The female's lips parted in a small grin. Her nose, and eyes told of a small doe, not even weaned yet. She licked her lips, and creaped forward, to a patch of exceedingly tall grass. From there she made her way to the doe. Now the scent was very strong in her nostrils. She peered through the grasses to get a visual on her prey. She was right, a small doe, not weaned. She sprung.
After the kill she took the slightly bloody deer carcase back to the waiting Allanon. She dropped it near his feet, and sat down. She waited for him to speak before eating the warm meat. She started to clean her paws, mussel and coat. They had gotten dirty while killing.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 22, 2006 16:17:36 GMT -5
Optics gleamed brightly with wonder and satisfaction. He ran his gaze over the corpse, examining the creature. It was fit and young, promising sweet meat. The marks from Tala's fangs told him it was a clean kill and a quick end for the doe, admirable qualities in a huntress. He bowed his head, muzzle nearly touching the snow.
Congratulations, Tala. This is a prize to be proud of. Please, eat your fill. It is sweetest when the flesh is still warm.
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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Mar 30, 2006 10:10:43 GMT -5
Tala nodded, somewhat with surprise. Then ate, starting at the haunch, saving the best meat until later. She had cleaned off a leg, then remembered her manners. Nodding to the carcass,
Shall you join me, don't want any meat to wast."
She said. Hoping he would join her, like he said, the meat is sweetest when warm. She continued to eat, her eyes flitting up to him every once and a while.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 30, 2006 18:35:27 GMT -5
Allanon didn't reply at first, turning his attention instad to the series of memories that ran unbidded through his mind.
The famine, the Great Hunger. The grasses and plants sickened and died, taking with them the health of the herds. At first a blessing, since the weakened herbivores were easy prey. Before long, the herds moved on to greener pasture and the wolves began to suffer. Sleek pelts grew dull, thick fur disguised protruding hips and ribs. The old and the very young were the first to feel death's icy grip. Allanon witnessed his littermates drop one by one. Order decayed with the continuation of the famine. Where all could once share a carcass peacefully, fights broke out. Those that could muscle the others away or thieve scraps were garunteed to eat; the meek and the weak would often go without. It was living through the Great Hunger that shaped many of Allanon's beliefs, a few of which he now told Tala.
Though your generosity is greatly appreciated, I will have to decline your invitation. Though many alphas choose to take the first share, I am of the mind that those that make the kill or participate in the hunt should feed. Once they finsh, then the others may divide the leftovers. In this way the strong remain strong and so will the pack.
Allanon hoped that his words wouldn't offend the femme. He laid his chin on his paws and tried not to watch the blood seep slowly into the snow. His ways were set and his will firm, but the faint growling of his stomach betrayed his hunger. He closed his eyes in attempt to ignore the kill, but the sounds of tearing flesh and crunching bone were not so easily dismissed.
[ooc: sorry for the long post. I was in a writing mood]
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Post by Moonlit Beauty on Apr 3, 2006 8:34:19 GMT -5
Tala had her white head cocked now, just ever so slightly. She stoped eating now, and looked at him, seeing his eyes swimming with memories. She didn't want to disturb him, now as he closed his eyes. The female may not understand Allanon's ways, but wouldn't make him change them. Her own mind swirled with her own thoughts, dwelling in memories of her own suffering, and grief. In the years of Rann, she didn't like to think about them, she moved on. She did alow herself a few seconds in these things for now, then to push them away, forever. Living in a diferent pack, feeding them
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Post by Allanon on Apr 4, 2006 0:28:12 GMT -5
Tightly shut eyes were no defense against the images that flitted across the inside of his lids. Joy and sorrow, pain and pleasure, despair and jubilation. The memories jumbled together, bleeding into one another as they tangled until it was hard to tell where one ended and the next began. Phantoms from his past whispered to him, the calls gathering strength as they continued until they roared in his ears. Allanon rose to a sitting position and scratched furiously at his ear. Sharp nails digging at the tender flesh helped banish the voices. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and took a quick look at his surroundings to check for anything that might be amiss. A walk down memory lane is no reason to let your guard down.
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