Rebel Yell (Lotus / Open)

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Dawn was slowly breaking, swallowing up the star filled sky in its powder Grey blanket. At this hour Azrael was usually still happily curled up in the underbrush fast asleep. Yet, something has disrupted his sweet slumbering surrender. It started with the crude cries of a crow. Kaw, Kaw, Kaw. Over and over, until the lupus was sure his head was starting to spin.

Angry he took to all fours leisurely making his way to the culprit perched on a low hanging branch. Not quite low enough to reach, but Azrael was betting he could scare it off. Pesky winged rat. Once he reached the large pine tree's base Azrael coiled his muscles, leaping high into the air snapping his jaws just underneath the branch it rested on. The hollow clicking of teeth rang out. It was enough to startle the bird, who flew away in a panic shedding a lone raven feather.

Unfortunately Azrael was now fully awake. He pulled those vibrant greens shut tight, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly. Despite vanquishing his foe Azrael's blood was still simmering with anger, it pulled at his jaws; tingled inside his teeth. He wanted to sink those canines deep into flesh. To release the anger that was surging over him. Never has he awoken before the sun was up and he, well rested.

With one last deep breath the lupus set off into the unknown. The forest was silent as he crossed through, not a hare, bird, nor rodent stirred. He found it unsettling. Through the silence a gurgling sound erupted; cutesy of his gut. Bright green hues danced around the low lit woods pausing on a small figure in the distance. Curiosity caught the best of him and Azrael found himself stalking closer with carefully placed paws to retain the silence that clung to these woods.

As he approached, closer now Azrael noted that it was a fawn. Those toxic eyes cast side to side, looking for its mother. After a moment, deciding she wasn't around Azrael sprang; it was a bad move. The fawns mother busted in out of nowhere- at least, from what he processed and started trying to clock the wolf one with her sharp hooves. The wolf jumped back just in time, trying to work his way around the mother to get at the babe. But it only made her fume with more rage. Before Azrael knew what was going on he was running for his life, mother in tow; completely unaware that he was running up on another wolf until the last second. "HIDE SHE'S CRAZY!" he screamed, barreling into the bushes trying to take the stranger with him. Azrael was no angel, but he also wouldn't want to wish the wrath of a mother on anyone.

Azrael

468 words // @shiver

Table by Allygɐtor 2016

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The sun was up, barely. What little sky that was visible above the thick canopy was a soft bluish grey as the cool sunlight of Autumn sifted into the atmosphere. The chill of night, however, still hung to the coat of a young shewolf. Her leaf green eyes were still heavy with the fog of sleep. Lotus yawned as she staggered through the bush. Her usually neat fur was ruffled in places, sticks poking through the sleek layers of black, garnet, green, and gold hued coat. The young wolfess was relatively new to the valley, having entered one summer ago. She had not yet explored the various depths and mysterious nooks of the valley before her; but she had found a cozy badger set in which to den in. And from this den she emerged, awoken by the mad cawing of a panicked crow.

The haze of sleep was ripped from her aura when a immense rustling broke the calm serenity surrounding the Adoette tree. A blur of a male wolf snagged her as he flashed past, shouting about something going crazy. Lotus was inclined to scoff and move on, when close behind was the barrel bodied, graceful beast. The doe was angry, yet afraid; it's eyes wide and black, like pools of tar. She had unwittingly abandoned her fawn in the chase. She swiftly pursued any wolf which she set eyes upon. And Lotus was directly in her path. However Lotus had no time to deduce such findings as she was whisked away, on the tail of this pewter hewolf. No wolf who had just woken up wanted to deal with a mothers wrath. Perhaps if she had been more alert she would've turned and fought back. But once she was running. She was running. Lotus disliked strenuous tasks, which included sprinting long distances. She preferred an easy lope. Traveling had been hard for her, learning to let comfortable things go and join the lonely wilderness had been tough. She had been alone for a long time, so when a stranger pulled her along in a wild goose chase, she secretly welcomed the company.

Tongue lolling out, the flower adorned shewolf ran, almost pace for pace with this other wolf. She leaped over roots and low branches, slid under fallen logs, and weaved agilely through the woods, leaving her cozy badger set behind. Lotus stole a glance behind her and saw the doe halting, her head high and flat teeth bared. She was done chasing ragamuffin lupines apparently. Lotus too slid to a stop, paws rather dirty now. Slowly her brain began to wake up...she was just chased by a deer...there was another wolf with her...When the shewolf registered this she shifted her stance into a slightly defensive one, and searched for the male. Surely he had noticed the doe's discontinuation of the race and had stopped. Perhaps he had kept on running?

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Going after the doe's fawn was possibly one of Azrael's less finer moments. Never would he have thought that he, the wolf, the predator would be running away from a deer. But she was ruthless! And possibly a bit stupid for abandoning her young to chase him. Maybe if they circled back around he could get his dirty paws on that tender baby flesh... Having successfully swept up the ebony female into his wild goose chase eased the reckless male's mind. She was, at least for now, out of harms way. Secretly Azrael was patting himself on the back for preforming a good deed with no ulterior motives. Well, he didn't have one yet if you wanted to be frank about it.

She was doing well to keep pace with the pale faced brute. This surprised him. No one could keep up with him— until now. He could feel her hot breath crashing against his heels as they ran, crashing through the underbrush. Leaping and weaving over any obstacle in their way. Azrael took a second to steal a glance behind himself catching a glimpse of the vibrant flowers that marred the females pelt. Part of him wondered if she would follow and try to keep up if he ran faster. So he tested this theory. Azrael ran a few feet longer until noticing he could no longer hear her running behind him. Instantly throwing the breaks on by digging his paws into the earth, coming to a sliding halt. He doubled back around making his way back to the lass, tongue flopping out of his mouth breathing hard. Cautiously, he stole a glance around them to make sure an ambush wasn't coming. That doe had something seriously wrong with it....

Then his vibrant green peepers found their way over to his kidnapped companion. While taking note of her defensive nature he showed no signs of care. She wasn't a threat to him. Rather shamelessly Azrael let those venom green eyes travel all over her features, inspecting the vibrent flower markings amist a garden of thin gold vines."You're pretty fast for having such stubby legs,"He gave a toothy grin. What a charming first impression.

Azrael

367 words // @shiver

Table by Allygɐtor 2016

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Lotus was soon greeted by the appearance if the pale faced make. His pewter fur was graced with strips and stripes of cream and ashy grey. He wasn't a very colorful wolf, though his markings were a little more creative than some others she had seen. He came into the small crook between the trees, where she herself stood, slick, shiny fur threatening to rise into a bristling mound of quills. However she saw no need to go completely defensive, as he had taken her out of harms way. She appraised him quickly, eyes scanning his body with quick, efficiency. He was a talker wolf, his muscles not bunched up like hers. No, they were strung evenly all over his body, hiding discreetly under his dark coat. She furrowed her brow, wondering what his motives were. She tried not squirm as he too placed her under scrutiny, however she would not show weakness nor vulnerability in front of one she knew so little about.

He didn't make the ideal impression on her as his first words towards her were quite rude. Lotus did not think to hard in what she should say, her temper flaring with a lash of her tail and a sharp word or two. "Stubby? Hardly!" She scoffed haughtily, forest green eyes narrowing under a furrowed brow. She moved to the side slightly, the beautiful sunlight that peered through the canopy caught the golden lines gracing her pelt with a glimmer and a flash. "You're the one who got himself chased by a deer." She sneered, pearly whites peeking from under her black lips. While she knew she wasn't particularly good looking, nor in fabulous shape, she was inclined to defend what self worth and image she held for herself. She spoke in a defensive, condescending way, most likely not making the best impression either. But in her slightly childish, vengeful mind, she would hold the maturity and wisdom for another day, for another wolf. Besides, it was too late, she had already ran her mouth.

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The wolf looked on, watching her, watching him; judging. But neither her gaze nor negativity did anything to make him squirm in the slightest. Instead a smirk crept across his mouth in slow motion; a smug expression made. A wink was given; "Like what you see darlin'?" The male drawled out in his low gravely baritone, teasing the maddened lady even further.

Catching on to what was said moments ago sparked an anger behind her green eyes; igniting like fireworks beneath the ocean making waves in those dark green pools."Me-ow," he remarked working each syllable out carefully, curling from his tongue in a sassing purr. "Calm down kitten, take a joke once in awhile." The start of his words weighed with a dramatic tone ending in a light hearted snort greens rolling around in his skull.

As she moved the male found his gaze sweeping away from his surroundings; drawn to the dancing golden shimmer in her coat as it caught the light. All in all the lady didn't look that bad- she was easy on the eyes; mad or not..maybe even cuter when she was so steamed. Azrael's once half lidded eyes drew wide at her words, swirling with pain. "Kitten I'm hurt," voice playfully feigning hurt. "That's not at all how you say thank you to a man who just saved your life!" One wide paw shifted in front of him, shoulder rolling making muscles ripple as he took another stalking step forth drawing in the distance. "Besides...I seem to recall you running as well." Pointing out that she as well was chased with another sly, smug grin. Poking the bear he was, giddy like a school girl; waiting to get bit. He beamed like the Cheshire cat. Although the flowery female never dropped her stance of defense, Azrael kept his relaxed demeanor as though he could care less if she tried to attack.

Azrael

333 words // @shiver

Table by Allygɐtor 2016

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Lotus lashed her tail indignantly, her brain rolling through the words she had just snarled...stupid! She mentally kicked herself. Why are you so stupid? She could fix this....but she couldn't just change her position now; she'd look like an indecisive twit. And he had called her stubby! How rude. However she too was at fault. She had indeed ran away from the doe as he so annoyingly pointed out. "If you hadn't made the mother mad...wait- what did you do?" She gazed skeptically, her lip still slightly curled up in distaste and disgust. The black furred shewolf's stance was gradually becoming more relaxed, although apprehensive, in an attempt to get her head on straight. All his arrogant, sarcastic comments made her skin prickle with irritation, however she couldn't help her admiration at his cynicism. A trait she herself held dear. ((Ha, deer.))
Strangely, she did not comment on the pet name he had bestowed upon her, she herself knew not why. Perhaps there was an innate ring to the way this stranger said it. Could it be the playful, teasing tone? Kitty, a fourth name to her others. Lotus Regina Prince wasn't the most social wolf, but she too got lonely at times.
She shook her sleek fur out, attempting to shed the irritation from her pelt. She awaited his reply, ready to relish in his sheepish tone of voice when he admitted the fault was his.

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Azrael slowly sauntered closer, green eyes weighing her reaction. The one yet to be named seemed at a cross roads, features would seem to shift subtly. He paused, standing now only four feet away. Her black lips parted, speech slipping through one ear and out the other. A chuckle dropped past ashen lips at the lady's sudden pause in speech. Pointed accusing words had now turned into a curious wondering. She seemed to be off put by him; aggressive and disgusted features of her face yet to slip. But they would melt away eventually. "I tried to eat her baby," deadpan vocals slipped free. Azrael felt no shame for his actions. It was the way things were. "But clearly that didn't work out.." Snorting with an eye roll. A large tree would catch his attention. From here it looked to be carved upon with strange symbols. "What's up with the tree?" Nose jerking to point in its direction.