Hiding Behind a Handsome Face (Dusk, open)

[katieo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i968.photobucket.com/albums/ae169/damselsri/backgroundcopy.jpg] It had been a long time since Fenrir had simply laid in the grass. The huge, bright Mackenzie Valley wolf was in a heap on the springy grass. He had been there for a while now, long fur slowly being stained by the new, green grass beneath him. Liquid gold eyes peered out beneath black rims, gazing thoughtlessly at the impossibly blue sky above. If one were to gaze into his orbs they would first be stunned by their beauty, swirling like bubbly champagne being alight with fire, not that any canine knew what champagne was. But after looking past the swirl of colors they would realize from his vacant expression that Fenrir was not very bright. This was true, swirling around within Fenrir's mind were simple thoughts, getting as complex as wondering what was happening at camp. At that moment Fenrir wasn't thinking of anything in particular, just allowing his mind to drift from topic to topic. At last the thought that often appeared reared it's savage little head yet again, I'm hungry. Fenrir realized this with a jolt and allowed a blank, dog-like grin to part his lips. Hunting excited him, nothing beat the feeling of the wind against his face and his heart pounding, chasing down his unlucky quarry. Nothing ever escaped him anymore, now that his sheer weight could knock down the strongest deer. The huge wolf stood, feeling his bulging muscles scream in protest. He stretched them out slowly, sighing as the small pain was relieved. A scent carried across the breeze and reached Fenrir's muzzle. He sniffed thoughtfully, discovering that there was another canine around. His idiotic grin broadened, Great! Company! The huge wolf peered around curiously, not a single patch of fur ruffled. H showed no aggression, simply bliss as he awaited for the fellow canine to show it's face. A simple thought crossed his mind. I hope it's Dusk. She's pretty, plus I don't know her very well and I want to be her friend!

[Waltz]

Hail had never really understand why she came to this place. It was, after all, just a meadow for training. She knew she could use some training, any wolf could, but she didn't feel like it. At times, she often wondered why she didn't. But secretly, she didn't train often because it reminded her of her older pack. The pack she left.

Today was rather nice, the sun was shining and it was comfortably warm out. Hail didn't mind, but she chose to keep closer to the shade. As she wondered off in a more mindless trot to some unknown place, her eyes scanned over a white blob in the distance. Taking a sniff, she could tell it was a Hu'li member, making her more relaxed. She walked closer to him, and soon recognized that this wolf was Fenrir.

Now, Hail acknowledged that Fenrir was particularly handsome. Hell, his looks alone made her stare at him a few moments longer than necessary. His silky fur and golden eyes were a prominent thing for beauty, and his bulk made one feel almost protected. But this didn't shake Hail into a gooey mess of hormones, for his stupidity vastly out weighed his looks. And plus, he was still very young.

She sat down a a long ways away from him underneath a tree, and took one more moment staring at him. For a moment, everything was calm, and then Fenrir bolted up, and scanned the area. This made Hail move back a few inches, almost surprised by his sudden outburst. She saw his wolfish grin, and it made her want to scoff. He had smelled her scent, probably from the wind. She should have gone down wind, so he wouldn't have smelled her.

She stepped out of the tree she was under, and decided to speak. "What are doing out here lazing about?" Her voice was monotone, like always, but held a sharpness to it. It almost seemed like she was tense, but her body was relaxed and her emotions were in place. "This is a place for training, after all."

[Spectre]

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[atrb=background,http://i509.photobucket.com/albums/s333/Busstuck_McGee/postingtablebackground-2-1-1-1-1-4.jpg] The auburn she-wolf was strutting along the meadows, drinking in the luscious sights, the drifting scents, just the general scenery. This was an unshattered peace. Wisps of clouds wafted in the air, contrasting lightly against the beckoning, open sky. A few spunky doe grazed among the slim blades of grass, dewy and fresh with the becoming morning. Dashes of blooms dotted the picturesque landscape, brightening it with its naïve beauty. A little pool of water gathered in a fissure, guided by the trickling rivulet that ran from the top of the hill in an unknown water source. And Dusk was content with it all. Her head facing the heavens, she strode across this setting, dutifully marking each paw step with a flick of her tail. Below in the valley, she spotted a pure white blur sprawled on the bright grass. Having little better to accomplish, she approached it. It was Fenrir, with his beautiful, milky white appearance splashed with tints of honey on his side. Although he was handsome, he was rather lacking in the mind. But none of that mattered. In such high spirits, she beamed at his slightly dazed expression, an action she would have never cared to perform in a situation otherwise. Fenrir finally stood as she neared him, stretching out his prominent muscles from being so taut. As he did so, a pale wolf with shades of cinnamon flanking her pelt rose from beneath the tree she was sheltering under. ”Hail,” Dusk greeted the she-wolf cordially. She only just managed to mask a slight disapproval that rose. While displaying little emotions was encouraged in the Hu’li pack, Hail took this to the extreme by possessing absolutely no emotions. Almost roughly, the wolf uttered a few inquiries to Fenrir. Such a prying creature. Dusk turned to Fenrir. In a surprised tone, she admonished, ”Why, Fenrir… Surely you don’t need any training…?” Patiently she waited for his response. It did take him considerably longer to form replies than most canines, poor thing.

[katieo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i968.photobucket.com/albums/ae169/damselsri/backgroundcopy.jpg] Fenrir turned to face the cinnamon femme as she emerged from the shadows. Her voice and facial expressions conveyed no emotion as she spoke to the large male. His vacant, amber eyes watched her as she approached him. Fenrir had trouble recalling her name and remained silent, watching her with his vacant, amber eyes. Although he was large, he was still very young, not to his full potential yet, so the femme stood around his height. He would grow larger, though, towering over most canines he met. At last Fenrir's mind registered that she had asked him a question and he responded, "I came for more training, but it is so beautiful out! I didn't know the sky could be so blue..." He grinned again, a smile that portrayed his emotions through and through. Ignorant bliss. He was shocked when another wolf appeared, a beautiful, strong female he recognized. Fenrir immediately felt more relaxed with his alpha around, he himself couldn't describe the feeling. It was much too complex than he was used to, so Fenrir just pushed it back instead of puzzling over the emotion. He greatly respected his alpha, and being around his pack made him feel wanted. Dusk spoke the other wolf's name, Hail, and Fenrir immediately felt better. The young male looked guiltily at the femme, not wanting her to know he had forgotten her name, and said quietly, "Hail, Dusk, I am glad you both came." The wolf looked down at his paws, ashamed of what he was about to say. He had forgotten about the rules of submission, and if he hadn't shrunk in shame he may have been punished. He looked up at the two older wolves and murmured, "To tell the truth, I came here to practice hunting. I know it is probably an easy skill that most have already learned, but I can't seem learn it! Whenever I chase prey, it runs up a tree, but when I try it leads up to..." Fenrir held up one of his huge, broad paws to reveal a small splinter that had stuck into the short white fur. His eyes were filled with shame, as if he had done something wrong. In his eyes, he HAD failed his alpha and his pack mates.

[Waltz]

Hail's head turned towards Dusk, her Alpha. She bowed her head and lowered her tail respectfully to her. "Alpha Dusk, what a pleasent surprise." Her murmer was soft, yet her voice firm. Her sentence was true, she was surprised but was content with Dusk being there.

Hail remained silent as Fenrir lowered his head and spoke a bit softer than he normally did. Her ears ignored his words for a moment, and scanned over his face. She was trying to figure out the emotion he was feeling. Embarrassment? Maybe. One more scan revealed it. He was ashamed! Hail blinked, and then watched him bring his paw up, showing them a thorn stuck in it. She had catched the last of his words to understand what he was talking about.

She didn't move a muscle as she stared at it. She looked back to his face, making sure to avoid his eyes. "Pick it out." She all but ordered. It wasn't actually an order, but a strong suggestion. She then glanced to a tree. "You aren't supposed to climb a tree to get prey. You are supposed to catch it before it gets too high."

A moment passed as she scanned over the area, looking for some sort of animal. She spotted a squirrel just over by the trunk of a tree, and started stalking slowly over to it. Her paw steps with soft, and her pace was just slow enough. Soon, she was within 10 feet of it. But, it heard her and scampered off to it's tree. Within that second, Hail dashed towards it. When it was climbing up the tree, her powerful jaws wrapped around it's body and snapped shut. She could taste the metallic blood of the critter as she walked over to Fenrir and dropped the dead squirrel to the ground.

"That," she licked her chops, cleaning a bit of the blood off. "Is how you kill a squirrel."

[Spectre]

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[atrb=background,http://i509.photobucket.com/albums/s333/Busstuck_McGee/postingtablebackground-2-1-1-1-1-4.jpg] OoC: Another museless post. The wolf’s fur swirled in creamy rosettes. Her face demonstrated no emotion. As Dusk studied her expressionless features, a slight frown tipped her earlier delirious ecstasy. She sensed something… odd… to occur to Hail, who greeted her with none of the enthusiasm Fenrir did. As she examined her, she glimpsed faint surprise flicker into those soulless eyes of amber. Dusk’s eyes twitched momentarily before clearing and retaining her previous happiness. Her gaze leapt onto Fenrir now, whose pale fur now held a scarlet tinge. Was he ashamed of something? Carefully, she scrutinized his expression, noting a thin object protruding from his paw. Staring at him curiously, her gaze again reverted from him to the tree in the background. It was a lofty stick with strokes of emerald jutting from its massive branches. Among these bright leaves, a scurry of movement appeared. That flash of dull gray was all she needed to confirm her suspicions. She did not need to listen to his pointless rambling. Displaying a strained smile, she inquired kindly, ”Another squirrel?” Brusquely, Hail took over with her empty statements. Dusk shot a warning glance at her. Now, the squirrel she had glimpsed clutching the branches had unwittingly skittered down. ”Leave it be, Hail,” Dusk’s words held a mere hint of a command. A command that was evidently ignored as the emotionless wolf immediately dropped into hunting stance. With a sudden twirl of the breeze, Hail darted and snapped the pitiful creature up, crushing its delicate limbs. As she emptied her kill to the ground before Fenrir, Dusk approached briskly. Swishing her immaculate, tawny tail, she all but growled, ”Hail, I believed I told you no. Look above.” She gestured with a nod of her muzzle. In a half agitated tone, she hissed,”The positioning of the stars isn’t right.”

[katieo]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i968.photobucket.com/albums/ae169/damselsri/backgroundcopy.jpg] Fenrir's gaze traveled from Hail's face down to his paw. Pick it out? Well Hail seems smart and she seems to know what she's doing. The large wolf bent down and wrapped his teeth around the sliver of wood. In a quick flick, he pulled back and scattered the splinter in a random direction. The stabbing pain grew for a moment, then disappeared and Fenrir sighed in relief. After a quick lick over the wound to remove the traces of scarlet, he glanced up to see the cinnamon wolf darting off. "What is she...?" Fenrir trailed off as Hail lunged forward masterfully, snagging the squirrel out of the tree. The large wolf's eyes widened slightly, awed at how fluid and graceful the she wolf was during hunt. Her speed far exceeded his, and suddenly Fenrir was immensely impressed. At least, that was the emotion he thought he was feeling, though Fenrir was never good at defining his emotions. What else could explain the way his heart jumped? Then Hail returned with the dead squirrel and Fenrir smiled with another one of his trademark moron grins. He dipped his head in thanks and bent his head to try some when Dusk let out a stern growl. Fenrir froze, his nose inches from the tempting meat. Looking up, he saw the alpha glancing at the sky as she warned something about the stars to Hail. Fenrir blinked in shock, his brain not computing. How did a small piece of prey like a squirrel have anything to do with the stars? The white wolf couldn't get the two things to link together and gave up all together, he couldn't understand it. But he did understand that Dusk was chastising Hail for helping him. Fenrir looked up with his vacant, amber eyes, avoiding Dusk's eyes out of pure luck, and barked quietly, "Dusk, don't blame Hail, I was the one who wanted a squirrel. I know the stars may be angry but... they should be angry at me instead." Fenrir barely understood what he had said, all he knew was that he was trying to prevent Hail from getting in trouble.

[Waltz]

Hail took a step back from Dusk, not because she was uncomfortable with her, but because she did not mean to anger her. She lowered her head and kept her gaze at the ground, not daring to look back at her Alpha.

With a quick look back into her memories, Hail realized that she had indeed blocked out what Dusk had said. It was a shocker to herself. She didn't quite understand why she didn't hear it, but hadn't nonetheless.

However, just as she began to speak, Fenrir spoke for her. It didn't surprise her. Fenrir was rather nice, even though he was a bit slow. Secretly, she gave him a quick glance. If one was to look closely, behind her cold and unfeeling glaze, they could see a flash of gratefulness.

"I'm sorry, Alpha. I must have not heard you." She said, her voice as steady as ever. She knew she might get in trouble for it, but her voice didn't hold any remorse of her previous disobedience.

"I don't know much of the stars." She admitted, keeping her head lowered. She was prepared to take any punishment Dusk may hand to her. Hail had a high pain tolerance, but hoped it wasn't any sort of physical punishment. She had very little of them in her previous pack, but boy were they painful.