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[gingerpaws]

Living alone was tough. Well, tough if you craved the attention and affection of friends or acquintances. Nothing was yours, it was always someone else's. Even the place you could call home could be stolen by someone who thoughts yours was better than theirs. There was rarely anyone around if you ever just wanted to talk, or simply be in another's company. You were isolated.

Shigeo didn't much like being isolated.

The black wolf moved around the canyons, dodging the edges and loose rocks. One false move could send you over the edge to your death, or at least, your severe injury. The sandy coloured rock was hot on Shigeo's pads. When he had come to this land a few days ago the heat had burned, forcing him into the shade nearly all day. But as he moved around, he got used to it. It was still hot but no longer intolerable.

His copper eyes searched around the area as his paws moved him. His nose twitched, trying to pick up any scent of life.

Since he had been here, he had yet to catch anything. Although, he had found a small trail down through the canyon to a neutral area with some bigger game. The area down there was grassy--even if the grass was mostly brown--and knew where to look, you could find the little stream. If you followed the stream back toward the canyon, it would lead you to the river that roared at the base of the cliffs. You could look up and see all the caves and ledges above you. On the opposite end, if you were brave enough to get to the very top, there was a larger cave and ledge where you could look around and see everything. As dry as it was, it was beautiful in its own way.

Something moved in the dead brush to his right. Shigeo froze, letting his nose quiver to pick up the scent. A hare. He slowly turned his head and lowered his body to the ground, silently creeping toward the rodent. It seemed to catch the wolf's scent because it lifted its head and looked around. It froze as the two animals' eyes met. Shigeo darted forward and the hare scrabbled away.

Black followed brown, a great race between predator and prey. After a few seconds of chase, the hare lost his footing and slid on the rock as he tried to turn. Shigeo let his momentum carry him forward and he pounced on the rodent. His jaws were on it in seconds, snapping down on its neck. The hare went limp under Shigeo's paws, proclaiming the wolf the winner of this chase.

Shigeo rose to his paws again, adjusting the hare so it didn't drag on the ground as he walked. He would go back to his little cavern and eat it. He silently thought of going up to the top to eat but decided that that place was occupied by higher ranked wolves. He stopped. There hadn't been any new scent since he entered this land. He had caught the border marker and a few old scents in the cave on top but nothing recent. Suddenly it clicked.

This territory was empty. There was no pack or herd or anything here. Shigeo lay his catch down, stepping away to take in the scents around him again. Reassured, he returned to the kill. No one was here. Away flew any hopes he had possessed about finding company here. He sighed and trotted with his prey into the shade of an over hang near the edge of the cliff. Now a slight bit more cool, the black wolf lay down, letting his fangs sink into the hare, enjoying the warm rush of blood.

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Amynta ruffled her feathers as she sat on her rocky perch, far above the heads of any annoying animals who called this same place their home. She never stayed in one place for long, but this place seemed to suit her. She dug her beak into a particular spot on her stomach, than stretched out her wings and shook her head. It might not have been early morning, but there was no law that said she had to get up at a certain time. That old adage about the early bird and the worm was just an adage. Besides...worms should never be spoken about as an edible substance.

Throwing her wings out to the side, Amynta let her body drop from the rock and threw herself into the air. It was always an exhilarating feeling to take flight, no matter how old you got. She flapped her wings a few times to gain some air, then dropped her sharp yellow eyes to the cliffs below her to spot anything that dared move. With a sharp flick of her head, her eyes locked onto a hare that sped along, and with the loud cry of attack that only an eagle could make, she dove.

She made a sharp V-turn back into the air as a wolf got there first, and landed on another rocky protuberance as she glared daggers at the animal. Not that it paid any attention to her as of yet. For all she knew, it hadn't even seen her. She huffed her annoyance and turned her head away, unwilling to give the wolf the chance of seeing it had gotten to her. She had spent all that time preparing for flight for what? Nothing. Clicking her beak once, Amynta settled in, preparing to wait until the foul mammal had left so she could hunt again.

[isilzheha]

Isil.Zheha

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I've seen some children, crossing the Bridge...what kind of life did they get to live? Maybe it was a...child's mistake.

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.x. Fleeting thoughts clouded my black think box. Thoughts of a better-lived life. Thoughts of a mate and kits. Thoughts of growing old with a family and friends surrounding me. Thoughts of having a son to take my place if I owned land and died off. A prominent leader in the lands I just so stumbled upon a few months ago. But as I described; these thoughts were fleeting. They passed into my mind as I sat cradled against my scarred haunches, staring off into the flat, sun-bathed horizon. The colors splayed pink, orange, red, and purple. Smeared into one like vast watercolors. The sky was the canvas we all wished we could have held on our little easel. I wasn't one to think such thoughts. So thus I stopped. It was not my way, to have a mate, it was not my way, to have a family or own land. I was who I was, and nothing would change that. I don't give in to the whims of the world, or the statement that,"everything needs to change every now and then." I was perfectly comfortably dwelling in my cunning, living in my loathing, and wielding my darkness. I pushed myself up to my full heigt, slipping forth like a ghost. A specter on its route to Hell at each passing moment. I flicked my tail and stopped, looking up slightly at a higher raising of the canyons. The rust-colored earth didn't move beneath me as I went along, round, bright hues scanning for others. Nobody. Fine by me. I flicked my serpent-like tail as I continued moving. I went to the edge, looking down at the ravine below, watching slight movement. Nothing worthy of my acknowledgment. I turned from the edge, feeling the small rock slip from beneath my paws. Calmly I moved away from the edge, having a feeling that small area was wearing down. I tilted my head and listened, hearing nothing but the winds humming through the rocks and various landforms.

.x. I turned my head upon hearing the shriek. The screech an avian creature would make when upon the hunt. I moved, looking around for the source. Perhaps this bird would lead to better sources of meat. Or perhaps the only meat around here was the bird. I scented the faint scent of a canine-type beast, and knew it to be the common-known wolf. I flicked a rounded, chipped aud and moved to the source of the commotion. I came to the edge and watched the bird as it perched upon a suitable ledge, and I watched the ebony wolf swiftly hunting the brown hare. I watched the successor, obviously the wolf, catch the hare and move onward. I glanced to the bird in question, an eagle. I quirked a brow. This should be interesting. I was, however, growing hungry. I sized up the wolf as he began to walk away with his kill. He was taller than I by a little, but I was longer. His fur was thicker, whereas mine was thinner. We looked to be about the same build. This should get interesting indeed. I lowered my crania and slipped forth, closer to the edge. Though the fall wasn't too far down, it was just enough to sprain something if landing wrong. I could deal with a sprain, if it came to such. Not that I would let it, however. I looked back at the eagle, wondering if I should go for her first. For she was a she, right? I supposed so. She looked smaller than the average male eagle. Just as well. I considered it a moment. The bird would provide a challenge of chasing after it. After all, if I pressured a hunt from the avian beast, she would surely take flight before I have the chance to snatch her up. But the wolf, however, was a different story. I could pressure a chase. A hunt. Well, I didn't even know for sure if the wolf would run or fight back. If I decided to do what I was to do, I was surely hoping he would fight back. So, with my decision made, I prepared to climb down the easiest way possible; jump.

.x. It was as I was crouching, preparing to leap at the edge of the ledge, that it groaned and began to crack beneath me. I smirked and leaped just as the rocks crumbled underneath me. They clattered down noisly, coming to a rest not too far from the eagle. So much for a subtle, non-dramatic entrance. I flicked my tail and twisted effortlessly in the air, landing upon the ground easily. I trotte forth without missing a beat, glancing at the bird with humored eyes. Of course I would jhave just loved to leap and attempt to catch that bird, but I feared if I tried and failed, I would certainly keep trying. I was determined, yes, and I was a sore loser. I wasn't afraid to admit it. Why fight the truth? So I moved past the eagle, following the scent the wolf had left. He had disappeared from view while I was busying myself with making my decisions. I flicked an ear and rounded the small corner he had taken. Walking in his footsteps. I peered around the corner, and watched the black wolf move to an overhang of rocks. He glanced around, but made no visible signs he had seen me. Good. I liked the element of surprise, even if I wasn't silent about it. I watched him lay down and begin to worry over his catch. I watched the wolf begin to devour his kill, and I could feel that slight pang of hunger in my abdomen. I strode forth, moving at an angle so he wouldn't see me before I knew what I was doing. I knew a split second afterwords, however, slipping to the edge of the shadows. I sat back upon my scarred flanks and watched the wolf eat carefully.

.x. I must say, I was ravenous at this point. Watching another beast, another rpedator, eating what could have been yours is truly torturing. Makes it hard to resist attacking the successor for the kill. I fought it, however, knowing and have learned to live with the urges and not act upon them. However, in this scenario, it was either the wolf or the hare that would feed my hunger. Let us wait and see. I tilted my head and fixed him with a cold, ominous stare. My vocals were deep, my metallic baritones slipping forth,"I don't suppose you'll share. However, if you choose to not share, I will not be leaving this enounter empty-handed, without a content stomach." I kept my crania at an angle, waiting for the brute to comprehend my words. When he made no reply I finished up with,"It's either you or the hare, brute." I quirked a brow and lifted my chin slightly, calmly remaining cradled against my haunches. I subconciously wondered if the bird had chosen to stick around, or had taken flight to find bigger fish to fry.


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[kitty]

Kitty lurked in shadows or at least she tried to there wasn't much shade is this area and the heat was merciless on the fuzzy fox lucky she was white so it reflected the light that was good but the bad thing was if a bigger animal saw her she wouldn't last very long. she walked with her stomach close to the ground and her head lowered and ears flat and her fluffy tail trialing right behind her small body. She kept on look out for bigger animals as she lurked through the canyon "Geez how any kind of animal live in this?"she complained her tongue rolling out of her jowls as she panted she was getting thirsty and hungry "Need to find some food and water" she whined . Just as things looked bad for Kitty she heard a rattle in a near by shrub and it was a rattle snake "Oh gee that's nice" she muttered and backed away at least it left her alone that was after it snapped at her at least twice.

After the encounter with the snake Kitty trotted around the canyon some more hoping to find some one to help her get away from the area. She was burning up, hungry, thirsty, and very alone so she was having a bad day. As she trotted over to a shrub providing some shade she laid down under it. Then she heard a squeal like a rabbit getting Killed "oh poor rabbit" she cooed. Then she saw a large black wolf well large compared to her. She figured he was a loned since no wolves were around she crouched lower to stay hidden heat does things to animal's minds so she felt safer in the bush she watched as he bit into the rabbit and ate it "lucky dog" she muttered her stomach growling. he sniffed the air around him but didn't seem to notice her presence but she felt at a safe distance she was a good 23 yards away from him.


After a few minutes she heard a loud screech and above her was a bald eagle it dove after the wolf's rabbit but the wolf got it first the eagle wasn't to happy either as it stared at the wolf from afar. Kitty was kind of panicked she wasn't used to all the animals her and her panting was faster as she got hotter every minute and her anxiety didn't help in the least. after a while an animal kitty had never seen approach the wolf and glared at him coldly kitty listened as it spoke
I don't suppose you'll share. However, if you choose to not share, I will not be leaving this encounter empty-handed, without a content stomach. is what it said to the wolf Kitty feared there would be a battle over the hare but she didn't move "It's either you or the hare, brute. Now Kitty was furious that was down right RUDE she despised rude animals but she held her comment back she wouldn't stand a chance against it that was for certain.

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Muse level: Medium
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Notes: I hope it's ok for kitty to come in most of the threads she is in haven't gone any where and this one seemed interesting to me so i thought i would join..i hope that's ok oh an the slanted things are the things other animal's quotes

[kitty]

Okies um this thread is being moved if anyone wants to continue Pm me or Ex