Kira
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Post by Kira on Nov 8, 2005 16:53:58 GMT -5
Cold, white paws trotted mutely on the dew covered ground. The air cloaked him like a wet blanket, and weighed him farther down. His multicolored eyes were as tired as the rest of him. He had been closer toward the border in this newly found territory, and had slept near the louder end of the river. The crashing streams had kept him up most of the night. Kurama had been too tired to travel down to the quieter rapids.
His stomach groaned hungrily as he trudged on. He hadn't eaten for weeks, and this wandering was bringing him down. If he didn’t eat something soon, the less of a chance of making a kill. Kurama had survived on nothing but small rodents that were fairly easy to catch but lasted only a few hours. The few rabbits he had managed to chase had slipped stealthily away from his claws. Kurama always had started in the morning while the mist could dull their eyes. That, at this point, was his only weapon.
With a white flank rubbing against the ground, he stalked quietly around a mixed brown rabbit. It nibbled on a few blades of grass paying the fox no attention. He closed closer and closer toward it. Narrowed orbs kept a close check on the hare, making sure his wary moves were correct. Sliding nearer the long-eared rodent, it suddenly heard him and was sent running. Kurama knew it was now or never and began the chase, eventually clutching the limp rabbit in his paws. Savoring the taste, he gulped it down. Feeling full, he laid down and relaxed.
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Post by Gina on Nov 9, 2005 6:58:38 GMT -5
ooc:Well, I'm going to take a guess and say its misty outside okay? If that's not okay, I can always modify my post.
ic:Rikka emerged from the mist, the dull hued air cloaking her fur in drenching wet. It chilled through her thin summer coat, but what was a little cold to her, leading Vixen of the Clan of the White River? The Bat-Eared vixen had been running along the river, making one last effort to catch the salmon that were rushing through the rivers. Most of the schools were gone, now, but there were always a few that couldn't keep up, and were usually the ones to get caught by hungry Lera like her.
Rikka was now leaping from rock to rock in the middle of the rapids. It required great balance, and not every fox could do it. She had practiced day and night when she had been the only one in the Clan, before Touji Kitsune and her kit came. The rocks were small, for the only way to get her balance on them, was to clutch her paws into tightly knit squarelike shape. Leaping to the next one, the mist finally began to clear around her. It was as thick as the wolf's winter coat everywhere else, but just a few patches of brown fur, along with misty images of her ears and brush, were starting to emerge. A large, pink salmon was clutched in her maw, and, standing there with her head high, she almost looked pretty. She sniffed the air, there was someone here who should not have been. The upper river was okay for Kerls, but this was her own territory.
Rikka simply continued leaping from rock to rock, the salmon in her maw, untill she reached the bank where the rapids grew louder. The rushing of them roared through her ears like blood in a highspeed chase of a wolf and rabbit, but she ignored it. Once again she stood on the petite sized rock, searching for whom she had smelled.
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Kira
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Post by Kira on Nov 9, 2005 7:13:20 GMT -5
Ooc: I guess so, it's still morning.
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Post by Kira on Nov 9, 2005 18:25:02 GMT -5
With the warmth of a full stomach, his senses were dulled. They lulled him sweetly to go and lie by the loud river bank. Kurama's thin summer coat rippled gracefully as he bounced near the rapids. Falling to his hunches, he applied his pink tongue to lap up the water. All of a sudden, he heard an off beat sound coming near him.
Pad...
Pad...
Pad...
It was the sound of quick pawsteps. He lifted his head up quickly, his shield of mist failing be for him. The light would be the spotlight that shown on Kurama when this new fox discovered him trespassing. He tipped his ears back to his skull and backed up slowly.
The male leea's rump hit a tree eventually. His widening orbs were brimming with realization. Kurama sighed, maybe this newcomer wouldn't be so bad. Hopefully... he thought, although he knew if the fox was of a clan they would be much more well-fed and skillful than him. Sitting up solemnly he licked his paw and waited like a statue.
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Post by Gina on Nov 10, 2005 17:41:12 GMT -5
Rikka glared down from her position on the rock, each way she turned through the mist the rapids' waves followed her, spray exploding across the side of her small perch. Her eyes gleamed with supernatural feeling, leaping down from the rock and onto the shore.
She continued to glare at the dog, stepping closer and closer, the blood from the salmon dripping down the fur of her neck, giving her more of a grotesque look.
Only inches away from the dog, she dropped the fish and started to open her mouth, like she was going to bit him on the maw and clamp it shut to suffocate him.
"What are you...doing?"
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Post by Kira on Nov 10, 2005 19:25:58 GMT -5
Oh no, he immediately thought fearfully. His flimsy figure shifted into a nervous, yet submissive pose. Kurama slowly opened his muzzle to speak, although he shut it quickly as his eyes followed the blood run out of her mouth. He gulped down some spit that had filled his mouth while he shivered under her lethal gaze.
“I’m very sorry milady for trespassing on your terra. I truthfully mean no harm. Just look at me! I’m skin and bones, unlike you. You’re well-fed,” he said, trying to sound at least a bit confident. Her fiery orbs, however, intimidated him into being less confident then that of a bug on it’s back. His tail curled protectively around him as he tried to look respective.
Snarl at her, a gruff voice said in his head. Oh, so his muse had finally made a move, eh? No, he replied rather simply. Instantly, the other voice snapped back, Then go along being your spineless self. At least I won’t get killed, he whispered slowly. His muse snorted.
ooc/ I hope you don't mind him having a little voice in his head.[/size]
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Post by Gina on Nov 14, 2005 16:53:19 GMT -5
ooc:That's fine, my characters do that all the time.
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Rikka could see he was obviously having something going on, and couldn't help but laugh. It had been years since she had actually, truely laughed in her young lifetime, but there she was, standing on a rock with a salmon in her mouth, laughing. The fish had dropping to the ground since the rock was at the very shallow end of the rapids where the current simply took anything dropped into it over to the bank of Rio Blanco.
Rikka stopped laughing shortly after it had begun, leapt off the rock, and was now standing in front of the dog on dry land, the salmon at her paws.
"Trespassing? You? This river belongs to us all, it is not owned, for it drains through many territories. But you are closer to mine than I am comfortable with, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She would give this dog a chance, afterall, he was pretty pathetic looking. She could have his head, and all the rest of him for that matter, and waste not a single drop of energy. A chance was what he deserved, since he appeared to not have known much about the Clan of the White River.
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