The Wilted Daffodil [Tagged/Closed]
Aug 8, 2017 16:32:50 GMT -5
Post by Meds on Aug 8, 2017 16:32:50 GMT -5
((Hey, I'm just posting this for the sake of getting er' officially done))
The spring breeze was whipping through Narci's golden coat. How he loved the feeling. Equal parts warm and brisk, the air filled him with a sense of adventure, belonging, and above all, importance. He had grown tired of the Secluded Sunrise lands, having walked around them all a multitude of times. He had now pressed into another packs' land. He wasn't too concerned, because it had been ages since he had seen any unfamiliar wolves—and he had even been to the borders.
Besides, any wolf that would cause somebody like him trouble had another thing coming. Narci's tattoo glowed for a moment and a great burst of wind grew behind him and went rifling forward, through the trees. He smirked to himself, his eyes dancing. He was more than just a (very) pretty face.
Narci had been running for some time before he slowed and glanced up at the midday sun. He scoffed. Midnight Silence was right, he thought, looking around. He hadn't heard even a whisper of another wolf so far, and he had made it all the way to what he had heard called the SandMoor—a smelly place that was almost marshy, full of plants and worst of all, insects. A heavy breeze blew the worst offenders off of him, but there was still an insistant buzzing that made him grind his teeth.
The shadows in this moor were very odd, Narci thought, ducking through a few bushes. He could have sworn that one or two of them had danced in the opposite way that the wind was blowing. Pushing it from his mind he shrugged, and began stalking through the thicker plants. He could smell grouse, and they were close at hand, too.
He was not alone, though. Dark eyes, unseen, were watching him from the shadows. A mouth, invisible to the untrained eye, was quirked in a dark sort of smile. A heart beat that sounded oddly shallow quickened.
"Aha!" Narci snarled, leaping onto a pair of fat grouse. They alighted into the air, their wings buffeting the space around them and making the familiar pattering noise. The grouse did not get far, though, because even as Narci leapt underneath them, a heavy breeze came from above and knocked one out of the air and back down again. Catching it in his jaws, Narci swung it back and forth until it moved no longer. Proud he had not gotten any mess on his fur, he stalked off until he came to rest by a calm, but deep, puddle. He sat down, gazing at his reflection for a solid minute before settling and getting to work on his meal.
But then a twig snapped. Narci looked up, aware that he was not welcome in this area. Keen eyes scanned the surrounding brush, but he found nothing of alarm. He was about to roll his eyes and get back to eating when a female came out of a particularily dark patch of shadow and flicked the broken twig off of her paw. He had not noticed her at first, and he jumped in surprise. She was scrawny, yet somehow looked tough at the same time. He frowned. Scrappy was a good word to describe her. It was disgusting, and he lifted an eyebrow in unmasked revulsion.
Her fur was dry and matted, looking like she had never groomed herself a day in her life. Her eyes were somehow empty, yet it looked as though they burned with fire. She was panting, though why she was out of breath, Narci couldn't say. Looking at her made him feel cold, somehow, and uncomfortable. Empty. It was as if she sucked the very essence out of the air around them; as if simply looking at her put him at risk, but of what, he didn't know.
"You must be hungry," Nyx said. "To eat the prey of my pack's land."Her voice was gravelly, as if she had to clear her throat but never did. It sounded dry, whisper-like, almost reminiscent of sand rubbing together. When she spoke her dry lips cracked and bled, and Narci took a fumbling step backward in open disgust.
"Stupidity is a curious thing," She continued as if they had been having a discussion. "Every so often it can be mistaken for bravery or valor. This is not one of those times."
"I—" Narci started, but couldn't find words—not with her approaching so slowly and steadily. Nyx smiled, and suddenly everything around the pair went utterly dark. Her burning eyes and tattoo were the last things Narci saw.
Nyx could see through her shadow dome no better than Narci could, but she had known it was coming, and she knew where he was. Faster than her prey must have thought possible, she barrelled into him. She found his face easily, and snapped hungrily at the soft, unprotected skin. His deep yelps were like music to her ears, and in the darkness, they grappled. He eventually regained himself, throwing Nyx off at one point but making the mistake of bumbling around loudly, so she found him again easily enough. He was really not a fighter, this one. Sure, Nyx was not especially large or heavy, but she was dirty and had no fear.
Useless breezes ripped around them like a tornado, finding no mark or target to take hold of. At one point a wind rocked Nyx's backend enough to knock her off balance, but if that was all her little friend could do, it was a sad thing indeed.
They fought in the same dirty, brawling fashion, blinded, until they eventually rolled out of the shadow. Nyx had not made the dome large—only large enough to frighten him. Nyx rolled off of him sharply and began circling around the puddle as she caught her breath. Both were covered in blood, Narci more so. One look at his reflection was enough to make him sick to his stomach.
His face, his precious face, was sagging slightly where Nyx had attack him badly enough to affect his nerves. Blood was everywhere, staining his pretty coat and filling his mouth. A good many of his teeth were broken where he had fallen and found a rock waiting, and one of his ears had a terrible chunk ripped out of it. One of his eyes had swollen shut, whether or not he was blind in it he had no idea.
He was utterly horrified, and as he continued staring at his ruined reflection, Nyx brought the attack all over again. He tried to fight back, but for some reason he couldn't quite tear his eyes off of his reflection. This female had ruined him. He would certainly not come out of this without a few scars.
For Nyx, it was all too easy. There was something was wrong with this wolf's head, there had to be, for even when she hit him and brought him crashing to the ground, he struggled to look back into the pool. It was outrageous, and she found herself laughing about it as she bit into his neck to end his life.
As the male whose name she didn't know lay beside her slowly dying, Nyx picked up the grouse for herself and settled beside him. She wasn't even particularily hungry—but the male with the Air tattoo had tried to take something that, by extension, belonged to her. She ripped into the grouse with the same focus that she had when she ripped into Narci.
It was only after a few minutes that she looked beside her and confirmed that he was dead. She hadn't been too worried whether he lived or died, honestly, but she supposed that was the luck of the draw. Crunching the smaller bones of the bird between her teeth, Nyx exhaled slowly and grinned.
((@shiver Hey Shiv! Here you go. Like I said, it doesn't have to be something huge—just something for him to notice and be like 'oh! She is a capable member of MS' haha))
The spring breeze was whipping through Narci's golden coat. How he loved the feeling. Equal parts warm and brisk, the air filled him with a sense of adventure, belonging, and above all, importance. He had grown tired of the Secluded Sunrise lands, having walked around them all a multitude of times. He had now pressed into another packs' land. He wasn't too concerned, because it had been ages since he had seen any unfamiliar wolves—and he had even been to the borders.
Besides, any wolf that would cause somebody like him trouble had another thing coming. Narci's tattoo glowed for a moment and a great burst of wind grew behind him and went rifling forward, through the trees. He smirked to himself, his eyes dancing. He was more than just a (very) pretty face.
Narci had been running for some time before he slowed and glanced up at the midday sun. He scoffed. Midnight Silence was right, he thought, looking around. He hadn't heard even a whisper of another wolf so far, and he had made it all the way to what he had heard called the SandMoor—a smelly place that was almost marshy, full of plants and worst of all, insects. A heavy breeze blew the worst offenders off of him, but there was still an insistant buzzing that made him grind his teeth.
The shadows in this moor were very odd, Narci thought, ducking through a few bushes. He could have sworn that one or two of them had danced in the opposite way that the wind was blowing. Pushing it from his mind he shrugged, and began stalking through the thicker plants. He could smell grouse, and they were close at hand, too.
He was not alone, though. Dark eyes, unseen, were watching him from the shadows. A mouth, invisible to the untrained eye, was quirked in a dark sort of smile. A heart beat that sounded oddly shallow quickened.
"Aha!" Narci snarled, leaping onto a pair of fat grouse. They alighted into the air, their wings buffeting the space around them and making the familiar pattering noise. The grouse did not get far, though, because even as Narci leapt underneath them, a heavy breeze came from above and knocked one out of the air and back down again. Catching it in his jaws, Narci swung it back and forth until it moved no longer. Proud he had not gotten any mess on his fur, he stalked off until he came to rest by a calm, but deep, puddle. He sat down, gazing at his reflection for a solid minute before settling and getting to work on his meal.
But then a twig snapped. Narci looked up, aware that he was not welcome in this area. Keen eyes scanned the surrounding brush, but he found nothing of alarm. He was about to roll his eyes and get back to eating when a female came out of a particularily dark patch of shadow and flicked the broken twig off of her paw. He had not noticed her at first, and he jumped in surprise. She was scrawny, yet somehow looked tough at the same time. He frowned. Scrappy was a good word to describe her. It was disgusting, and he lifted an eyebrow in unmasked revulsion.
Her fur was dry and matted, looking like she had never groomed herself a day in her life. Her eyes were somehow empty, yet it looked as though they burned with fire. She was panting, though why she was out of breath, Narci couldn't say. Looking at her made him feel cold, somehow, and uncomfortable. Empty. It was as if she sucked the very essence out of the air around them; as if simply looking at her put him at risk, but of what, he didn't know.
"You must be hungry," Nyx said. "To eat the prey of my pack's land."Her voice was gravelly, as if she had to clear her throat but never did. It sounded dry, whisper-like, almost reminiscent of sand rubbing together. When she spoke her dry lips cracked and bled, and Narci took a fumbling step backward in open disgust.
"Stupidity is a curious thing," She continued as if they had been having a discussion. "Every so often it can be mistaken for bravery or valor. This is not one of those times."
"I—" Narci started, but couldn't find words—not with her approaching so slowly and steadily. Nyx smiled, and suddenly everything around the pair went utterly dark. Her burning eyes and tattoo were the last things Narci saw.
Nyx could see through her shadow dome no better than Narci could, but she had known it was coming, and she knew where he was. Faster than her prey must have thought possible, she barrelled into him. She found his face easily, and snapped hungrily at the soft, unprotected skin. His deep yelps were like music to her ears, and in the darkness, they grappled. He eventually regained himself, throwing Nyx off at one point but making the mistake of bumbling around loudly, so she found him again easily enough. He was really not a fighter, this one. Sure, Nyx was not especially large or heavy, but she was dirty and had no fear.
Useless breezes ripped around them like a tornado, finding no mark or target to take hold of. At one point a wind rocked Nyx's backend enough to knock her off balance, but if that was all her little friend could do, it was a sad thing indeed.
They fought in the same dirty, brawling fashion, blinded, until they eventually rolled out of the shadow. Nyx had not made the dome large—only large enough to frighten him. Nyx rolled off of him sharply and began circling around the puddle as she caught her breath. Both were covered in blood, Narci more so. One look at his reflection was enough to make him sick to his stomach.
His face, his precious face, was sagging slightly where Nyx had attack him badly enough to affect his nerves. Blood was everywhere, staining his pretty coat and filling his mouth. A good many of his teeth were broken where he had fallen and found a rock waiting, and one of his ears had a terrible chunk ripped out of it. One of his eyes had swollen shut, whether or not he was blind in it he had no idea.
He was utterly horrified, and as he continued staring at his ruined reflection, Nyx brought the attack all over again. He tried to fight back, but for some reason he couldn't quite tear his eyes off of his reflection. This female had ruined him. He would certainly not come out of this without a few scars.
For Nyx, it was all too easy. There was something was wrong with this wolf's head, there had to be, for even when she hit him and brought him crashing to the ground, he struggled to look back into the pool. It was outrageous, and she found herself laughing about it as she bit into his neck to end his life.
As the male whose name she didn't know lay beside her slowly dying, Nyx picked up the grouse for herself and settled beside him. She wasn't even particularily hungry—but the male with the Air tattoo had tried to take something that, by extension, belonged to her. She ripped into the grouse with the same focus that she had when she ripped into Narci.
It was only after a few minutes that she looked beside her and confirmed that he was dead. She hadn't been too worried whether he lived or died, honestly, but she supposed that was the luck of the draw. Crunching the smaller bones of the bird between her teeth, Nyx exhaled slowly and grinned.
((@shiver Hey Shiv! Here you go. Like I said, it doesn't have to be something huge—just something for him to notice and be like 'oh! She is a capable member of MS' haha))
