In A World That No One Understands

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[bg=5d5855][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Paw prints marred the grass, leading all the way to border between forest and grass as the sinking sun painted a portrait of magnificent watercolors in the sky. A lone figure stood partially in the green of the grass, with head down and staring at his undulating reflection in the creek water. His reflection was constantly changing along with the moving of the water and it almost looked as if the wolf was not scarred at all. There was an air of melancholy and reminiscence as the disfigured wolf stood where he was, as if waiting for the water to swallow him up. Suddenly, the wolf snapped his head up and turned away from the water and his reflection, letting loose a snarl as if disgusted with the very thought of it. There was no use in him dwelling on what used to be, Conall didn’t even know why he was here; he had somehow been drawn here from afar, almost like something was calling him and when he had seen the forest and the ruin city in the vastness and his unmarred self within it's depths, he had felt the urge to melt into it. It was almost as if he had been under a spell. But Conall was not the kind of wolf who would fall for such fantastical idealism; giving himself to the forest city would not return him to the way he had been before that ‘accident’. He would be hindered by his past injuries and pursued by his want for revenge until he died and he would not die without satisfying his hunger for revenge, he would not die until he could laugh in the face of those who left him to die, he would not die until he felt their warm blood on his lips, see their eyes glaze over as they lost their last breath. It was only then that he could die feeling some kind of fulfillment. Conall turned his back on the invitation of the forest and slowly walked towards the foot of the cliffs towering above. He could at least stay the night here, the tranquility of this setting was soothing to the anger and hate he carried in his heart. It was lonely here (although he would insist, even to himself, that this is the way he wanted it), but it was peaceful and beautiful.

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[Sybil]

[bg=43292d][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Get a grip or you’re gonna get thrown Take your aim when you take a shot... With nostrils flaring hot on the scent of what seemed to be an entire herd of deer that past not even a day ago a small blur of black and white darted through the shadows. The lime green stripe across their side shimmering in the distance. A diluted light in the falling darkness. It would be night soon. Hot breath against the crumbled fall leaves as the creature stopped moving. A small canine, fangs protruding from their jowls as their tongue flopped against their lower muzzle. A mist of white exhaling as they stopped for a break. Nostrils still flaring, always alert, always scenting and tracking. The wolf was thin and small, from the scent radiating off of them of estrogen it was apparent that it was a female. A lone female wolf, quite an oddity in itself. Yet what had to have been the strangest aspect of this female was the glowing green stripe against her shoulders leading down her back up to her rump. There she stood, an abomination to nature. And yet, she seemed as natural as the trees and the leaves, following the tracks of a herd of deer. Her fur was thick to protect her against the cold nights, yet beneath the thick luscious and peculiarly soft white and black fur was nothing more than skin and bones it seemed. Her body weight was below average, lithe and frail it was a wonder who she even stood. Her stomach seemingly none existent, perhaps it was merely content on allowing the acid to eat away at her lining instead of fresh meat or even the moss on the ground. She was determined though, food was scarce as could be and she had been tracking the herd for a while it seemed. Her ears pricked atop her head listening in for any sounds of hooves tracking across the crumbled leaves or dunking into the water nearby. What they seemed to pick up was something else entirely. The sound of a distressed growl. Nothing prey like at all. Her gray eyes gleaming against the fading sun as she scanned the landscape. The horizon seemed placid enough, and then, on the other side of the bank was another wolf. With markings not quite different from hers. A quirk of the female's brow was more caution than curious. Her nose pulling toward the creature not too far off. Testosterone made her freeze. Her muscles tense as she was caught off guard. Pupils dilating in terror she was quick to turn her gaze elsewhere. No, she was not going to be caught off guard near this male. He was alone...yet still...there may be others lurking in the shadows. A chill down her spine and she darted off running. Her thoughts ablaze with fear she avoided going across the bank as best as she could continuing to follow the herds diminishing scent. Her tongue flopping against her cheek as she panted charging forward. It wasn't long before she could look back over her shoulder and his scent was faint and his frame was gone. Good. He must not have seen me. Her thoughts clouded her mind briefly as she shook her thick multicolored fur trotting slowly toward where she could physically see deer tracks in the soft leaf covered ground. Her nose pressed to the dirt as her body followed the slow graceful leaps that the deer made not too long ago. It was then that she stopped short, nearly splashing head first into the bank of the river that sped by. Wonderful, she was going to have to cross the river and be on the very same side of the bank that the male was. How far away he was she was uncertain. Her eyes darting left and right before she cautiously stepped into the water wading slowly head uplifted following the cool breeze leading her on before she ended up on the other side of the bank. It wasn't long now, she could taste the fresh meat. Her mouth watering, saliva drooling from the corner of her jowls. Running her tongue against her muzzle she licked her nose locking her shoulders back and beginning to stalk forward through the small gaps in the trees. The smell was so close, and there! She could spot a doe. Limping. Must have harmed it's hooves on the slippery rock of the stream...It must have, unless it was lame before it crossed the stream but then the female wolf would have already had her meal. Alas. Stalking closer, closer...slowly. The deer froze hoisting it's head up from it's grazing and darting off to where the male wolf was, not thinking about the male now she growled faintly to herself and followed the leaping venison blindly until the very clearing she had been trying to avoid came into view. The female froze watching as the doe darted off into another direction her chest heaving as she took a step back snapping a twig against her back paw she winced never taking her eyes off the male not even fifty feet in front of her her ears falling flat against her skull she felt her body lock in tension... Text! Speech! Thoughts!

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[bg=5d5855][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Everything seemed to be going his way, The quite relaxing area, him being alone, which was something he was very used to. He rather enjoyed the time alone. His ears flicked as the sound of hoof beats hit the ground. He turned his head and watched as a doe sprang by him. He narrowed his eyes at the creature. Something had spooked the animal, and Conall knew that it wasn't him. He stood up and looked around his eyes scanning the area that was around him. There just about 50 feet was a wolf with a green and black back almost like him. He flicked his ears and then let out a short yip slightly as he stood there, he wouldn't mean the wolf any harm unless it attacked. He then looked at where the doe was, she was only about 300 yards from them now. he smirked and then took off in a dead sprint. He picked up speed and then leaped up into the air and pushed the doe down into the ground. He snarled as he latched his jaws around the neck and then took his right paw and twisted the deer's head back and snapped the neck. He spat out the doe's neck and laid it down on the ground. He looked at the kill and watched as a very small trickle of blood rolled out of the two small wounds he had left from his canines. He turned his head and then grabbed the deer again and dragged it back to the area where he was as well as were the other wolf was. he wasn't really sure if it was male or female but he was sure that it was scared. he drug it threw the grass and then sat it down on the ground, and then licked his lips to free it of the fur on his lips. He then ripped the deer open and nudged it and looked at the wolf and sighed some. Oh how was he going to deal with this. He knew that he would some how get the wolf to trust him but it was going to take some time. He rose to his feet and walked over to the wolf and folded his ears against his head and then allowed his tail to sway back and forth softly and slowly. he then allowed words to slip threw his white and black lips "I wont hurt you, And i caught the deer that i believe you might have scared off. It is over there if you want some." He walked over to the kill and laid down and crossed his front paws and rested his head on his paws. He yawned and then relaxed. He wasn't going to force the wolf that he now found out was female to do anything that she didn't want to. It wasn't in his nature to do that kinda stuff. He sighed and then shifted his head slightly as he laid there. He laid there very still and very silent and watched as a small butterfly landed on his nose. His golden eyes watched the small creature just stay on his nose and fold it's wings in and out slowly. He then shook his head as something had tickled his ear. He looked up and snorted some as he laid his head back down on his paws and shut his golden orbs. Tag: Sybil Word Count: 568 Muse: pretty good Status: Complete Notes:

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[bg=43292d][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Get a grip or you’re gonna get thrown Take your aim when you take a shot... There was a deadlock stare. He was...looking at her. She felt her heart sink and her stomach twist into knots. His golden eyes locked onto her own diluted silver orbs she narrowed them slightly. Cautious at every breath he drew. At every muscle, twitch, every fur out of place when the wind brushed against him. Ironically enough, his markings were similar to hers. Honestly, there was an ironic mockery to the whole situation. She wanted to vomit she felt so tense. What she would vomit was something entirely unknown to her. The female hadn't eaten in what felt like a life time, perhaps her own intestines would spill onto the earth and thus she would have died right then and there. Not exactly the worst way to go she supposed, at least it meant there would be little suffering and she didn't have to be watched by the very thing that haunted the realms of her dreams. Why oh why did it have to be a male. Certainly she might have seen him before, in the laboratory. Who knew? Not her. His markings were outlandish, not that she could comment on them. She noticed now, his muzzle had twisted into a conniving smirk. How she want to extend her claws and swipe it right off his face. Then he did something, that she half expected and yet half wished he hadn't. His body rushed past her up to where the doe had darted away. Sybil felt the nape on her neck prickle in irritation. This...brute had just stole her kill. The crunching of bones resounded into her ear drums and she felt her spine shiver. She snorted, lips peeling back as she growled. Bitter and irritated. How DARE this stupid fucking male steal her kill. Her nostrils flaring in anger she watched as the pompous dick sauntered over toward her fresh meat in his gaping maw. Plopping it near her she snorted. Ready to lunge at the male as his lips opened speaking words she didn't quite hear. Her ears sliding back on her skull as her tail curled against her rump her fur prickling as she let out a low rumbling growl. Not quite threatening, yet she hoped it would be strong enough to send a decent body language warning. She was not a happy camper, not in the least bit. And then he had the gall to say it was her fault that she scared the deer away! Her body lowered into an instinctive defensive manner as she narrowed her eyes. Jowls spreading open as she clicked her teeth."I did not scare the thing away!" Her voice was faint, very soft and nearly squeaked out of her. It surprised her own ears when it reflected back to her. She was terrified, absolutely, everything about her from her body language to her voice read, uneasy, afraid and quite distressed. "And I didn't ask you to kill my meal you...you fucking JERK! I don't want your filth or your pity!" Granted it wasn't quite the nicest words yet they had slipped from her lips before her mind could process it. She wasn't going to stay here, not near this male. No no no no! She refused to have her phobia freeze her anymore. It took all the strength she could muster to whip her head away, lob a wad of spit toward the now resting male globing onto the carcass near his body as she forced herself to turn away. Who ever the hell this male was she didn't like him already. She wasn't some stupid yearling who didn't know how to hunt! Ugh, how she hated stupid fucking ugly douche bag males! UGH! She snarled bitterly to herself storming away with her tail between her legs. She was going to find her own damn food by her own damn self. She was starving, practically on the verge of passing out. But she would not accept a meal that some stupid...male had STOLEN from her! Ugh she didn't need a chivalrous pig getting her things. She damned well refused. She would take care of herself and only herself. Fuck everyone else. She was pissed, in the middle of her own hell fire. And honestly, she had every right to be. She didn't need some asshole thinking he could walk into her life and sweep her off her feet. Grr...how she hated the small minds of males oh so much, well she would never understand them no no no. It terrified her to think about it, yet it also infuriated her. It wasn't long before she stopped and glanced over her shoulder, within the dense foliage and trees she couldn't see the white and gray male laying down anymore. Good. She stopped now. Her body shaking and quivering in fear and anger. It was an utter insult to have her meal so close to her face only to have it snatched from her and some brute walk up to her and accuse her of being a terrible hunter. She shook her head free of thoughts and plopped onto the ground, body weak with exhaustion she sighed. Her body shriveled up as she closed her eyes. She felt sick, nauseous with nothing to release from her body she was running on empty. Whimpering very softly to herself she wanted to die. If there was any need or will to go on anymore that died when that male stormed into her presence and stole her necessity. Ugh she REFUSED to eat his vile putrid excuse for a kill. Fuck him. Fuck all of them. Stupid men. Her paws covered her muzzle now as she closed her eyes sprawled out on the forest floor half alive too exhausted to move. That male set her off like a fire cracker, granted she had a temper but she could generally keep it under check. Generally being almost always, but...that male. Oh no she wasn't going to think about that anymore. Her tail flicked against her leg and she heaved. White liquid spilling from her lips she shivered flopping onto her other side refusing to look at it. Her nerves were shot, her mind ablaze. She was sick, and more than likely dying. But above all she was stubborn. She absolutely refused to accept a meal that a male killed. No way was she going to deal with them. As frightened as she was of males she was equally as enraged by them. Her body shuddering as she lay there helpless. All energy she had stored in attempting to hunt now drained. How pathetic, truly. She winced and closed her eyes trying to rest. She needed sleep...yes...sleep would restore her energy. Her need to survive, to be that independent strong female that she wanted to be. Text! Speech! Thoughts!

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[bg=5d5855][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Conall just stood there as the female pretty much unleashed her tongue on him. He raised an eye brow and flicked his ears. He didn't say that she did scare it away. He had said she might have scared it off. He sighed and then licked his lips slightly as he listened to her rant. He finally sat down and curled his tail around his paws and then watched as she raced off. He cocked his head slightly as she ran off. What was her problem, he was only trying to help, either way the meal was still going to lay where he had placed it. It was not for him, he didn't want to hunt, he was full from the meal from the other night. He shook his head and then rose from where he was sitting and flicked his tail slightly as he stood there. He could run after the female. But would he really want to have another tongue lashing by that female. He sighed and then slowly began to make his way towards where the female had disappeared to. He would take his time getting to the female. what was the rush in all reality, he wasn't really wanting another tongue lashing but he wasn't about to leave how they met how it was. He leaped over a fallen log and looked around. Her scent was faded, he flicked his ears as he stood there trying to find anything that the female would say or breath or move. He folded his ears back and then caught her scent again. He padded towards her and seen her laying on the ground, with her eyes closed. He walked over to her and stood about 5 feet from her. He then looked over her, she didn't look very well. she seemed like she was sick or had a lack of something. He looked around and then headed towards where a large leaf was and ripped it from the plant and then walked over to the very small creek that ran threw the forest and allowed the leaf to rest in the water. He lifted it once it was full and walked back over to the female and placed it in front of her. He was sure that she would panic if she seen him around, but at the moment he didn't care, the female needed help and she was going to get it even if she didn't want it. He looked around and then found a very small rabbit that was nibbling on a patch of grass. Last time he got a kill she got angry with him. He leaped on the rabbit and wounded it enough to where it wouldn't run away. He placed it down next to the water and smiled. He had done his part, maybe he would get a thank you after she had calmed down. He sighed, but then again she probably wouldn't even do it. She seemed to hate Conall and he hadn't really done anything to the female to make her hate him. All he had done was catch the deer that he thought that she might have scared off, but that was something that he would just leave alone till it came back up again. He nudged the leaf with water towards the female slowly and then walked over to the nearest hallowed out log and crawled into it and laid down. He would rest here for now until the female woke and was doing better. Tag: Sybil Word Count: 584 Muse:eh Status: Complete Notes:poor Sybil

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[bg=43292d][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Get a grip or you’re gonna get thrown Take your aim when you take a shot... She had been laying there in the leaf encrusted forest for not even she knew how long. It had felt like an eternity. Her breath was slow, agonizing even. Each inhale she took she wished the exhale would be her final. Everything, hurt so much. Why oh WHY was she so afraid of males? She knew the answer of course, every male she had run into in her life had either wanted to mate her or kill her. Why? She hadn't the slightest clue but she grew wary of every male and soon the paranoia had sank deep into the darkest corners of her conscious. It made her mind race with fear. Fear was her only weakness, the phobia as unrealistic as it was, was something she felt she could probably never overcome. Her body lay motionless save for the faint heaving of her chest as she waited impatiently for something aside from her breathing to happen. Most preferably sleep, or maybe even death. Yes death would be a sweet release, any energy she had exerted from chasing the deer or even barking wildly at that male; innocent as he was he was still terrifying to her, was now gone. Entirely and completely. What was wrong with her? She was supposed to be a determined and strong female. And now she felt like a pile of trash waiting to die. Waiting for something to take her away and all life would be well. She felt the nape of her neck stand on end when the crunching of leaves behind her was heard. Her ear tilted up and back listening to the noise, whatever the creature or creatures were had wandered away. A heave of relief released from her shoulders as she sighed. Although it was rather short lived, now the sound was back. There was a splashing of water against the dried debris and suddenly the scent of that male was nearby again. She stiffened. Oh god, now what!? She thought she scared him away for good. Or maybe that just further antagonized him. She lay there feebly, closing her eyes tight pretending more than anything to be a corpse. Perhaps he would lose interest, realize that she was dead or asleep. Who knew. Maybe just maybe if she hoped and prayed hard enough he was vanish. Be swallowed up into the ground and disappear from her life. Such things would never happen, she knew that, but a girl could hope no? Her eyes slowly opened as she hoisted her head up. There was a thumping noise behind her. What on earth was that? She glanced over her shoulder. A hare, bloody and it seemed as though it's spine had been partially snapped was struggling to get to it's feet and escape the inevitable. Her eyes darted left and right as her muscles tensed. Clambering to her feet slowly her jowls clasped onto the rabbit smashing it's head against the ground and thus breaking it's neck in the process. Her lips parted dropping the corpse to the ground as she twitched her ears. She felt uneasy and it was showing. Her body slowly lowered to the ground as her shoulders arched, her paws cementing the carcass into the ground as her jaws parted and shredded into the fur grabbing at the fat and muscle devouring it hastily. There was such a need to have something in her stomach just so she could heave that she nearly choked on the raw meat more than once in the few moments. The fur was flying all over her muzzle dropping at her dirt encrusted paws as she crunched hungrily at the bones breaking them with ease against her bite power. She grunted and swallowed large pieces holes glancing over her shoulder every now and again noticing that there was a leaf filled with water by her. She stopped momentarily to stare at the oddity, narrowing her eyes and glancing around. Her nostrils flared clearing her mind of the smell of a fresh kill staring off into the distance. It was then that the realization hit her. The male was...watching her. Not far off, laying comfortably in a hollow log as though a concerned father waiting for his mate to return with news of their newborn pups. It sent chills down her spine as she licked her lips lapping at the water slowly never losing eye focus on the male. He made her extremely nervous. And yet, she wasn't...infuriated. Had he..broken the rabbit's spine? Had he brought her the leaf filled with water...? She was...so confused. Every fiber of her being told her to run, but something was anchoring her here. She didn't understand it. Everything in her life was fight or flight, but she had no desire nor the willpower to fight. But she wasn't running. Why? Why did this male help her after she had snapped at him? She was....so confused. Males were all the same, weak and vulnerable on the inside and thus they exerted their fears and anger outwardly attacking those they felt were weaker. And thus, the weaker sex of females had fallen into place. She quirked a brow. How was this even possible? She didn't know what to say. She merely turned her body to a point of where her back was to him and she was nosily chomping at the remnants of the rabbit, against the muscle and blood she felt amazing. Her ears folded back against her head as she shook her muzzle. This couldn't possibly be happening. Yes. That's it, she was dead. No, she was dreaming? Ugh it was so hard to think with this throbbing head pain. Text! Speech! Thoughts!

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[bg=5d5855][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] As conall laid in the hollow log and watched the female lay on the ground the sounds of creatures scurrying over the log made Conall shudder. He hated the sound of claws on rotten wood. His ears flicked back and and then he laid his head down between his paws and blinked his golden eyes slowly as he was starting to tire. He soon drifted into a very slight slumber which didn't last long, for he was disturbed by the sound of a skull smashing. he lifted his head to see the female awake and eating the rabbit. He smiled and then watched as she continued to survey the area. He then watched as she spotted where he was at. His ears went back and then he watched as she went back to eating and then he watched as she just laid there. he wasn't really sure what was with the female. He finally crawled out from the hallow log and padded over to her and smiled. "I am glad you enjoyed the rabbit. I left you water if you wanted it. I knew you needed something but i didn't know what so i got you both. I am Conall by the way and I will leave you now, Oh and sorry about earlier i didn't mean to take your kill, i only wanted to help" He said as he pawed at the ground. he then flicked his ears and headed away from the female. he didn't want to make her angry at him so he decided that it would be best if he just left her alone and allowed her to come to him. He leaped up onto a rock pile that was a little ways from the female but close enough to where he could hear her if anything happened As much as conall knew the female didn't like him. he wanted to protect her for some odd reason. maybe it was just how he was raised or the fact that he wanted something to do, but either way Conall felt pulled to the female. He flicked his ears and then laid down and crossed his white paws and rested his head upon his paws and licked his maw and then closed his eyes and folded his ears back against his head and waited to hear something or listen for the female to move closer or further away Tag: Sybil Word Count: 405 Muse:Crappy Status: Complete Notes:Poor guy

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[bg=43292d][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Get a grip or you’re gonna get thrown Take your aim when you take a shot... As she seemed to down the meal slowly she noticed the male was stirring. She flicked her ears back and held the temptation to growl defensively at him as he approached her. Her heart was thumping violently in her chest. So much about this male was uncertain. She didn't understand it. As far as she was concerned all men were the same. Violent, pigs, only demanded one thing out of a female. Which would be... puppies. Yet she didn't sense any threatening manner in him. Was she losing her mind? That seemed more plausible than the brute actually being a nice wolf. No, no no that wasn't possible! She must have been going insane. Her loneliness in the pit of her heart had MADE this made. Yes...that made perfect sense. It seemed only a brief moment more before she felt the urge to smack herself in the face. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she fought to keep a straight unreadable face as the male said he had obtained the rabbit and the leaf filled with fresh river water. Well obviously the rabbit was his doing, it wasn't like small creatures purposely broke their spinal chords and sat in front of emaciated predators. No, but the leaf filled with water. She eyed it as he spoke about it, claiming that she needed these things but he wasn't positive which and thus obtained both. She snorted and rolled her eyes, fighting back the urge to spit at the male as he claimed she needed these things. Oh no, what she needed was this...ugh whatever he was! To go far far away from her. That would calm her nerves yes? Make her see clearly. But then, what if this wasn't an illusion at all. She could have sworn that her mind was playing tricks on her. She watched with intense narrowed eyes as the male apologized for killing her food and proceeded to head elsewhere. What, no death threats? No glares and winks insinuating things? Oh her mind was cruel indeed. She violently shook her skull in an attempt to relieve the pressure and make the scent of him go away. Her eyes closing tight and she opened them again. He didn't return now, but his scent still lingered. Her spine tingling as she thought, he was indeed real. Her heart began to pace once more as she stared in the alleged direction that he had exited. Her nostrils inhaling the scents of the forest. He was still about, not far. Was he...watching her? Was he that sort of wolf to stalk helpless prey until the very moment they let their guard down and then sprung upon them? The very thought nearly made Sybil regurgitate her food. Oh goodness she didn't enjoy having paranoia encase itself around her. Her eyes darting in the direction where he had gone then back down to the half spilled over leaf. She panted softly. What was his name again? Conner...Connar...Conall? Yes that was it. Conall. He was an oddity amongst his kind. Her stubborn behavior told her to exit toward water. Yet something was keeping her anchored here. She slowly began to rise feeling the strength return to her body as she folded her ears back. Go after him? No what are you insane! Go away from him! She barked at her doubting thoughts. What in her right mind had gotten into her? Never had she ever had the reason to go near a male. EVER! But then yet again, she never had a male apologize after she had been the one to explode in their face because she was so defensive, nor had she had a male in her presence who was actually nice. There were so many conflicting thoughts she didn't know what to believe anymore. Her head turning toward the river, at least that part she knew was safe. But still something tugged at her conscious, to go and at least thank him for saving her life. She huffed bitterly. What was she going to do? Storm up to him, thank him and then dart away? Like she didn't look stupid enough already. She must have been more mentally weak than she realized before before she realized where she was going she scented the male, closer now. There was an inner panic as she shook and her ears folded flat on her skull while she approached what appeared to be a perch of some sort. She stared up noticing he was laying down on what appeared to be a congestion of rocks. Her throat cleared softly as she hesitated. "Th-thank you...F-for helping me." Her voice was soft and meek. It shook with each word she spoke faltering and causing her to trip over her own sentences. Metaphorically of course. Her body forced itself to sit down staring up at him as though a terrified pup. Her gray eyes were bright with fear. Fear of the male. Fear of the unknown. Fear of what was to come. And most of all, fear of the male. Yep, it caused her to quake and shutter at the mere sight of him. No this was not like Sybil at all, but to stand at the brunt of her fears took more courage than she could realize. She gulped hard and remained silent for a time. "I-I'm..Sybil." She squeaked softly gnawing idly on her lower jowls as her tongue scrapped across the left over rabbit hungrily, clicking her teeth together she remained silent now. Waiting for the male to make any sort of move, her defenses were on high alert. Text! Speech! Thoughts!

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[bg=5d5855][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] This female was rather strange. Conall sat there watching her contently a few yards away. She didn't make any sense to the male. He sighed and then laid back down and crossed his paws and rested his white and multi hued head upon them. He closed his eyes and then yawned slightly as he began to drift into a very light slumber. Nothing moved on the male but his ears that flicked at the sound of movement. He lifted up his head and seen the female coming closer. Oh great, she was going to come over here and attack him, just what he wanted. he lowered his head and flashed his fangs and then relaxed when he heard her say thank you. he turned his head. Did she just say Thank you for helping her. He shook his head, She did. He smiled and then nodded his head "It was no problem really, i just figured i would help out where i could" he said as he bowed his head to the female. He then heard her speak her name. Sybil, it is a very interesting, yet pretty name he thought as he sat there. He then took a deep breath and spoke "Tis a pleasure to meet you Sybil, I am Conall, Or Nall as some people have called me" he said as he bowed his head at the female and then smiled softly. He could tell that the female was on high alert. He could tell that the female wasn't sure of him. Which wasn't something that conall was not really sure about. He wasn't a bad guy, he just tried to help others that sometimes didn't want it. He said down and curled his white tail around his white paws and flicked his ears back. He wasn't sure what to talk about. he had never really spoken to many wolves. He took in a deep breath and then finally spoke " So Sybil, where did you come from?"

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He didn't know what else to talk about. He didn't know the female, so he wasn't sure what would set her off. He turned his head towards the sound of birds. He turned his head and smiled. They were so free and care free conall loathed them. He sighed and then looked back at the female that sat before him

Tag: Sybil
Word Count: 396
Muse:Crappy
Status: Complete
Notes:They are cute

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[Sybil]

[bg=43292d][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Get a grip or you’re gonna get thrown Take your aim when you take a shot... Sybil froze briefly seeing the large canines split from his blackened lips. She stopped and skidded a bit back. The leaves kicking up against her paws she lowered her body and began to quake. Soft white tail curling underneath her stomach as she practically was begging to be attacked at this point. Anything would be better than being snarled at, although the noise she thought was inevitably coming never did. She had covered her muzzle with her paws and slowly she peeked from them noticing the male was merely looking at her. His bright golden eyes locked on her thin form. She folded her ears back and gulped hard. She must have lost her sense of sanity in that digestion of spit because she began to inch closer staring up at him. Her silver eyes locking in on him as she narrowed them. Her fur stood on end and she kept herself quiet. Her inner being trying desperately to get far away, but her body anchored her here. This forest must have had some sort of magical powers that made her conscious seem very distant. Nearly blocking any reasoning with her stubborn body. She kept her ears folded against the male which was stupid of her. He had no scent of a pack, he was just a loner and she...she was a dignified member of a pack. But none of that seemed to matter. Her defensive weary manner never fading as he cleared her throat fighting back the urge to snort and roll her eyes. She softly shook her head in disagreement toward the male when he said he figured he would help out in any way he could."Y-you sh-should really n-not interrupt a wolf h-hunting." She said very softly. Defying his attempt to seem as though he was no big deal. Sheesh he was a huge deal! She could only imagine the horrific death that awaited her... Bringing a tainted corpse that another wolf had killed. Goodness she would be eating her own skin for dinner that night. They would probably think she was just a scavenger too, not capable of hunting on her own and worst of all she would probably lose her position. The more she thought of it the more flustered she became. Huffing angrily she shook her fur in an attempt to rid the thoughts out of her mind. Tossing them elsewhere she licked her lips and very gingerly sat back down. Still weak with exhaustion and lack of nutrition she sighed softly. This was taking a toll on her nerves and thus her body. She wanted to collapse and sleep now. What was wrong with her? Her ears never switched from their flat position as she let out a faint growl emitted low enough so that only she could hear it. When he spoke her name she nearly gasped. The way he said it, it sounded like nails scraping against rock. There was just something wrong in the way he spoke her name. But then again, there was always something wrong when a male said anything that wasn't sexual toward her. But her name was always a touchy subject, it wasn't that she loved her name, nor that she hated it. It was just simply her name. And the male saying it almost made her feel like it was no longer her possession. As if males hadn't taken everything else from her her name was the last shred of dignity she could hold onto. Yet the way he spoke it, so calm and almost tender it made her wince and shudder at the thought."Y-yes so you mentioned....before." She retorted, her paw lifting softly and making a soft swaying motion to where she had been. There are you happy now stupid guilt? Can I go now! She fought with herself. She needed to at least thank the stupid male for saving her life despite the fact that she didn't want to admit it. And even if she did she would merely blame it on the fact that if he hadn't been in the stupid way and INSULTED her in the first place she wouldn't have been in that predicament. Hmph. Stupid men. The way he spoke, with such arrogance it made her want to mock every word he said. She kept her muzzle shut and quiet for the most part though, ugh what was with males anyway? She shook her head softly to herself not even sure how to answer that question herself. They were some weird yet predictable creatures, that much was certain. Sybil nearly burst out laughing when she realized he said it was a pleasure to meet her. Yes I'm sure that a female wanting to tear him to shreds but far too afraid to do it is exactly what he wanted in the morning. Ugh give me a break chivalry is dead..

[/color] She thought quietly to herself. Squirming out a faint smirk as she tilted her head hearing her name called again not registering it was him speaking toward her until he had finished his question. As to which her response was a mere puzzled look. He was kidding right? Where did she come from? What kind of question was that? Sybil's paws idly scraped against the ground in concern as she blankly stared. Did he honestly expect her to answer that? Her head tilted as she clicked her fangs together."I came fr-from the lab...hence the neon markings." She practically smiled rolling her eyes at the incompetence.

What was he not so damn perceptive that he couldn't look and see her markings on her pelt. Huh, maybe this male was just like all the rest. Too busy thinking with his penis and not with his head. Did he scent her, smell that she was plum and ripe. Is that why he helped her? So he could have his way with her later on in the night? Did he really think she would fall for that nice guy attitude? She blinked nearly choking on her own saliva realizing that she nearly had. Stupid stupid stupid! What the hell made her think that he was a new type of male? Bleh the thought of it nearly made her chuck her lunch up."I uh...I sh-should probably go." She spoke rather hastily. Standing up and trotting back from whence she came in a rushed manner. No sir was she going to end up on the menu tonight. Or whatever other sick plans he had for her. Hell no, not if she could help it. Not if she had her own two legs and could flee from him.

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[conall]

[bg=5d5855][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] The woods had to be the gods' gift to wolf kind as far as Conall was concerned. The majestic trees, lively creatures and rich scents could only be heaven on earth. Each one smelled normal, just as maples, oaks, hickories and walnuts should smell. What threw Conall was their color, it was completely wrong for any tree he had ever seen in the southern jungles of his youth. Every tree had white bark, not just birch trees like conall had seen before. Sitting amongst them, Conall felt both awed and humbled at the same time, as if the trees were ladies of some fine court looking down at him. When he had passed a small pond, Conall was half surprised and half not to find that even the weeping willows were draped in brown bark. Sunlight dripped through the canopy and lit up the beautiful forest, reflecting off the white bark and making even the shadows seem friendly and airy. This place, whatever it was, was truly beautiful. The farther he had moved in the trees, the more comfortable Conall began to feel. It was if the trees were friends, gentle companions he had known throughout his life, silent guardians that occasionally lost their silence when the wind tickled them just right to made them giggle. A sense of deep peace and content settled deep into Conall, seeming to seep right into the very marrow of his bones. This place, more than any other he had found since leaving the far south, felt like home even though there had been another forest farther south that had been more like the jungle. There were no words Conall could think of to describe this feeling, this feeling of rightness and home, of belonging and content. Even reaching as far back as he could, Conall could only faintly remember this feeling when he had been very young, tumbling around the den with his siblings while his mother kept watch and father hunted. As Conall had passed a bundle of bushes, a flutter of wings made him falter. A pretty butterfly with blue and black wings burst from the bush and began fluttering away. Grinning like a loon in that charming way of his, Conall threw caution and awe to the wind. Chasing after the pretty insect, the long-legged fox-like male must have looked like an overgrown pup and quite silly besides. The thing with Conall was, he simply did not care. He enjoyed what he enjoyed and at this moment, he enjoyed chasing butterflies through a beautiful sunlit forest with the soft breezes of spring caressing his emerald pelt. Eventually the young male lost his butterfly companion but before he could stop to look for it, his white paws took him straight into a screen of bracken. Breaking through the bracken, Conall skidded to a halt, sliding a bit on the soft grass. When he righted himself, Conall glanced around. His glance turned into a stare as his kindly gold orbs fell on the biggest tree he had ever seen, either white-barked or brown. This tree rose so high into the sky that Sham had to tip his head all the way back to even see the lower branches. Its brown and white bark was deeply ribbed and massive roots protruded above the ground forming knotted hollows and cave-like dens before retreating back below the ground. Slack-jawed, Conall slowly began to walk clockwise around the massive tree that looked and smelled like an oak. It took him many minutes to make it all the way around the clearing. The entire clearing was cloaked in dappled sun and shadows thanks to the tree's massive sweeping branches and leaves easily the size of an eagle's wing. The sight of this massive, ancient tree awoke a sense of deep reverence in Conall, as if he was standing before a very old elder that held all the answers to life while he was only a whelp in the den. Looking at it, Conall could not even imagine this tree as a sapling like a few of those around the fringe of the clearing, its size and age proving it had been quite a long time since it had been even half as big again as the mature trees around it. Would they all grow this large, given time and attention? Conall tore his eyes from the massive oak to look at the trees around it. They were dwarfed so assuredly that it was almost comical. If any of these trees even grew a fifth as tall as the grand old tree, Conall would be quite surprised and quite dead by the time it happened. Swishing his white tail, Conall looked again at the big tree. Did all of these other trees grow from this one? They were all different kinds, oaks, maples, walnuts, beech, birch, hickory, so many different kinds that it must be impossible. Still, Conall had a hard time disregarding this as just an abnormally large oak tree. All of the other trees in this forest were brown-barked and so was this oak. That had to account for something, if nothing more than cross-pollination. A strange wave of giddiness spread through Conall as he looked up at the big tree, a grin splitting his face and his brown eyes sparkling with the light emotion of it. Feeling puppyish and silly but too happy to care, the multi hued male reared onto his hind paws for a moment and gave three yips before coming back to all fours. A breeze stirred the tree's leaves, as if it were answering him, making the male laugh as if someone had just given him the greatest gift. Prancing giddily in place for a moment, Conall gave several more yipping barks, white tail swishing back and forth as the breeze rattled the tree's branches. It felt so strangely good to be near this tree, to feel as if it heard him and knew he was there, like an indulging mother greeting a pup that had gone to play and was just now back at the den. His attention was drawn back to the female that was now sitting before him. His blue and silver tipped ears flicked as he heard her voice speak. She was very soft spoken, almost hard to hear but it was loud enough for Conall to here. "well i am sorry, i just wanted to help you out. You seemed like you could use a helping paw" he could see just how much she really did not like the company of him. he turned his head and sighed but he just turned his head right back and looked at the female. She was much like him at least in marking wise. it was almost eerie how she matched him but her colors were Dull then went to a bright blue while conall was a silver and then went to a vivid green. He shook his head and then smiled, He had forgotten that he had spoken his name to the female once. Now why couldn't conall remember speaking his name, could it have been he forgot due to the aggression she had shown him. He heard that she was from the lab. He had guessed so but he wanted to make sure "I wanted to make sure that you were from the lab i have met a few wolves that were born with odd markings as well as colorings." he said as he sat there. his tail swished on the ground as he licked his maw. He then had heard her say something about going. Where was she going to go? There was nothing around for miles. He stood up and then watched as she turned and walked away. His ears went back and then he sighed, he shook his head and grumbled he then pushed off the ground and headed straight for her. "Hey wait up. You don't have to leave. I didn't mean to offend you if i did"

[/b] he said as he walked next to her. he didn't want her to leave, she was the first wolf that he had encountered in months, and he was just getting to know the timid female

Tag: Sybil
Word Count: 1362
Muse:BOOMING
Status: Complete
Notes:he he

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[Sybil]

[bg=43292d][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,true] Get a grip or you’re gonna get thrown Take your aim when you take a shot... There it was again. That nasty little temper boiling over in Sybil's mind. She had a short fuse which was sliced in half by the presence of the male. She didn't know if it was absolute cocky attitude, or the fact that he saw her as unequal that was pushing her envelope. But whatever the reason was, every word that the male articulated seemed to crawl beneath her skin and fester like a parasite. She needed help? She needed help!? What the FUCK was this shitty male's problem! She wasn't some stupid amateur that didn't know what she was doing! Every stupid blubbering word that came out of his maw made her want to turn around and crack him square in the jaw. Sending his flapping gums flying into the wind. That'd teach him to stop before he embarrassed himself. Sheesh he was getting on her nerves with his chivalrous attitude. What the fuck was his problem anyway? Did he think he could just show up and sweep her off her feet or some stupid shit like that? Sybil just kept walking, ignoring everything else. Her fur was on end and she was snarling angrily. It was very low pitched, her ears folded back and her tail was stiff trailing behind her. She needed to get away from this cocky fuck before she caused more trouble. What did it take for the ignorant brute to take a hick? Ugh couldn't he take a hint and realize she wanted nothing to do with him! Did it take her literally dislocating his jaw in two for him to screw off? Sybil was growing all the more anxious and ill-tempered with each quick paced step she took deeper into the woods. Stupid neanderthal. What the fuck, fuck him and his "oh you looked like you could use help". Puh, he was the one who needed help. Everything about Sybil's body language and attitude were saying very crispy, screw off you stupid runt, but yet he kept lingering on her like a bad fungus. She kept getting rubbed the wrong way. She wasn't a very tolerant female when it came to males, especially when it came to males in fact. She stopped mid step and swiveled her head around. She had had enough of this stupid shit's constant need to upstage her. "I don't know who the hell you think you are buddy, but I did not need help, especially not from some stupid brute." Her eyes were blazing with malice and anger. Perhaps it was her past history with males, especially ones that always seemed like they wanted to protect her, but Sybil had her defenses on high. Her gray eyes were hot with annoyance as her voice was flat. She certainly had a fuse and she was rather sensitive. It took only the wrong sentence of words strung together in the wrong phrase to set her off when it came to men. And Conall was not helping his situation what so ever. He kept claiming she needed help, and she kept denying it. She did not need help, not from anyone and especially not from annoying useless pathetic retarded males! Sybil huffed angrily as she now continued on her path glancing back once when she saw he was smiling at her. She rolled her eyes angrily and gritted her teeth. Grinding the back of her jawline together. Ugh she didn't need this. Sybil's ears folded back on her head when she heard his footsteps behind her. He still had something to say did he? He was sure full of conversations that she didn't care about and he just couldn't take a hint. Finally she stopped and glared at him. Not listening to a damn word he said. Blathering on about how her markings weren't all that odd or out of the ordinary and how he had met wolves who were born with strange markings, similar or not. She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Yea well...not everyone got to be so lucky and be born special." She gritted out, trying to shield the pain behind her tragic life. She never admitted it out loud, she never spoke to anyone about it. She never found a need to relive her haunting past, yet it seemed doomed to follow her everywhere. Kind of like sir purple pimple fa- Conall here. The pain and horrors of it all, being used and forced to mate repeatedly. Sybil froze for a moment her expression faltering as the images began to resurface from the shadows of her mind. No not now, not here! Sybil's eyes went wide as her vision tunneled. She felt trapped, helpless, confused. Her defenses firing up again she backed up away from the male very cautiously now her tail between her legs as she gasped for air that wouldn't come. She couldn't breathe, her lungs felt as though they had disintegrated. She couldn't see, blinded by fear. Sybil was terrified. She could see Conall's shadow approaching her. A demonic monster ready to shroud her in darkness and take away her ability to fight back. No no no! She swore she would never relive her horrors! Sybil yelped when she saw him drawing closer toward her. She sprung back. Keeping her distance as her chest pressed into the leaves against the ground. Her nostrils flaring hard thick puffs of smoke from the cool air darting from them. She could hear his words, yet they seemed muffled and at a distance. "S-stay back! I know what you're trying to do and it wont work, not again!" She shrieked in fear forcing her eyes shut and bolting away from the male her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she headed up stream in a panicked rush tripping over leaves and twigs, bumping into trunks and finally in her terror she slipped and took a spill right into a thick coating of mud. Her body hit the ground hard and she didn't move. Her eyes were wide open and her breath was quick yet she didn't move from her spot. Too afraid to keep running, too unaware of where she was anymore. Her anxiety attacks were always triggered by males. Always, she wasn't herself when she was with them. Her personality was flipped and she was afraid of the entire world when she was in close facilities with them. She couldn't escape the nightmare of her past despite her best attempts. It would always chase after her even in the broad daylight. Sybil's pupils were dilated as she lay in the thick mud a streaked trail leading right to her. Stupid stupid stupid. Get up! Come on get up! She screamed at herself in vein. No movement from her muscles or joints. She just lay sprawled out, her white pelt now doused in brown. Text! Speech! Thoughts!

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