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Post by Raven on Dec 3, 2005 18:09:05 GMT -5
A large, muscular dog sat by the river, staring at his reflection. He was on a clan territory, that was for sure. The tracks were plain, a few kits, a vixen or two. The area looked well used, put to a good use at that. His large ears swiveled around, listening for the family clan that lived here.
Though not once did the Dog's eyes move from the river, his reflection clear in it. Though a few fish swam past him, he would not attack them, for he had already eaten this sun, amazingly. It hadn't been much, a rabbit and a few field mice, but it was food nonetheless.
So Ascrod sat, his long fluffy tail wound about his front paws carefully. He was rather muscular for a loner, strangely enough, he kept himself well-fed. Though even the stupidest of Lera knew that when winter rolled along, even the smartest of them would not -- could not -- survive alone.
That, was Ascrod's current reason. He had been alone one winter, and it hadn't been very amusing. He had spent horribly long days searching for food, finding very few of the sort. Though, once spring rolled back, he had been able to rebuild his vigor, taking down a young fawn and a sick hind. The hind was already at death, so it was easy for him, and plus, roe deer aren't that hard to kill.
The Dog sneezed, disrupting the water's edge. A sudden weariness came over him, and he turned around, to leave the riverfront. Though, for some reason, something told him to stay a few more minutes.
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Post by Gina on Dec 6, 2005 7:29:17 GMT -5
ooc:Well, I'm up here eating clementines at 6a.m. Maybe these things will stop my brainblock!
ic:The leaves of the trees were starting to change from green hues to shades of russet and gold. They weren't falling yet, it was only fall's beginning, afterall. The Clan of the White River's leading vixen, Rikka, was in a surprisingly happy mood today.
Cyrus, her half brother, was off scouting for intruders on the other side of the Clan, so she had decided to look on this side. She wouldn't do anything, though. Why ruin her once-in-a-lifetime good mood? She'd tell them to leave, and if they don't, leave it at that.
Ascrod caught Rikka's eye. He was walking away, probably leaving after smelling so many Clan foxes. She simply sat by the calmer banks of the river, and started to drink, her dark orbs watching quietly.
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Post by Raven on Dec 7, 2005 20:21:11 GMT -5
Ah. Ascrod caught knowledge of Rikka's presence only by chance, hearing a few changes in the water. He was strange enough to pick up the little things, and much less the larger ones. Ascrod turned calmly, to face the lead vixen, smile nor frown glittering on his maw, but a rather serious, yet calm, facial expression.
He'd figured this would happen. It always happened. Instincts would tell him to stay a little while longer, and he'd find something. Wether it was useful or not, was another story. Though somehow, thats what would happen. It didn't always happen, atleast, he could remember a few times when it didn't, though morelikely than not, it did.
Ascrod resumed his position at the water's edge, staring across from Rikka. His black lips did not part, not even to say one word. Why should he? He'd wait for her to speak, probably to nag him for being here, demand his reasoning for even remaining on the terra, or who knew. Though his legs were tense, despite his calmness, ready to bolt if he had to. Not that he was scared of Rikka, though moreso the larger clan, who's power rested on her word. He'd determined that clear enough.
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Post by Gina on Dec 8, 2005 18:53:51 GMT -5
Rikka smiled a little, it was small, but it almost looked cheerful. Her eyes glittered with mischeif. She didn't want to chase this one off, there were hardly any foxes on her territory with or without loners, so why not let it slide? It was fall, her favorite time of year, when everything, and everyone, seemed to forget about their differences and remember their manners.
"Hey." was all Rikka said, the smile still on her face, her lids lowered at half mast.
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Post by Raven on Dec 8, 2005 19:20:40 GMT -5
"Hello." Ascrod said calmly and cleverly. His voice was rather low, very low. How one would think it disrespectful to speak in a whisper, this was how his voice always was. A rather low, monotone hiss. A hiss, no that wasn't right. Though it did turn up at the end of the word, it was not a hiss by many means. It was just, raspy. Yes, raspy. Ascrod's eyes fixed on Rikka, though, they did not show any surprise in which he felt inside. This surprise, was of course, due to the fact he hadn't been chased away, or mauled, or anything. She was calm, and almost joyful. Oh boy....
The Dog remained in a sitting position, long tail once again weaving it's way cleverly around his paws. He closed his milky gold eyes for a minute, re-opening the seemingly-blind optics once more. He was tempted to fidgit, a small habbit he had when waiting. To yawn, or scratch behind his ear, or something. Anything. Anything to get this stress off his shoulders. Anything to release the anxiety.
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Post by Gina on Dec 8, 2005 19:25:42 GMT -5
"You can relax, Dog. I'm not going to chase you away." Words that seemed to not even be in her vocabulary fluttered from her mouth silkily. She returned to her drinking, her tail swishing over the multicolored leaves that had blown to the shore of the river from the forest and soon dipped her tail in the water.
She watched her reflection, and felt rather disgusted at the smile that could not be wiped off her face. Atleast it wasn't a giddy grin, she would have killed herself if something like that would fall on her maw.
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