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Post by F.inch on Feb 20, 2010 13:31:43 GMT -5
 Hazel eyes scanned the landscape before them, taking note of each and every creature that called the area their home. It was easy, for her at least, to single out those who dwelled here and those who wandered. The former always seemed so much more at ease. They knew where the scents of predators would lay, assuming they were even around. They avoided sharp rocks and uneven ground with ease. And that was why Chloe was often found with her rump on the ground, not really moving. This place did not feel like home, at least not yet. No, not just Xykin Outcrop, the entire continent.
Chloe was an immigrant, to say the least. Her heart longed for the tall, golden grasses of the South American plains. Here in the north, everything was stained green. Chloe was small and fragile, not to mention a horrible hunter, and there she was, sticking out like a sore thumb. She found herself shaking like a chiwawa at times, but she couldn't let the pack know of her fears. They would all take it the wrong way; like she didn't trust in them for her protection..
The red she-wolf sighed, making designs with her tiny paws in the dirt. Chloe had wonderful eyesight and hearing, and she never strayed far from the den. She could see it now, a black dot etched into the mountain side, all the way across the prairie. Always in sight so that she could flee to it if need be. Despite being a scout, she tried to stay away from the boarders unless someone else accompanied her. In all honesty, Chloe was just another mouth to feed. She couldn't hunt, and she was too much of a chicken to face rival wolves. The pack probably didn't even like her...
A twig snapped and she flung her narrow muzzle in the direction, her bat-like ears aimed to pick up anything. Someone was there, and hopefully that someone was just a critter...
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Post by Aoves on Feb 27, 2010 18:44:14 GMT -5
Aoves calmly pads forward, the general look of wariness on her face. Taking note of the ground kneaded under the red wolfs paws, she sighs as if in understanding. Her gaze thoughtfully drifts to the woods to her right, only to snap back to Chloe-her contemplation completed. "Chloe, would you-" She stops, only to regain the previous thoughtful expression. Again she begins, choosing her words carefully. "Chloe, would you care to patrol the outer border with me?" Without waiting for an answer she turns slightly and begins to walk walk past the wolf as if leaving, stopping to look back over her shoulder expectantly, in truth uncertain as to what the answer will be.
OOC: Well, my first post on the boards, but don't get too mad if I don't reply within two days, I've got ugh...exams coming up next week, so I'm likely not to reply instantly. Also, since this is my first post, correct me if I've done anything wrong.
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Post by F.inch on Feb 28, 2010 13:04:17 GMT -5
A quiet sigh of relief exited her lips when she recognised the form of a fellow pack-mate. Chloe knew her, but the female's name lingered just out of reach on the tip of her tongue. A gentle wag of the tail silently greeted her, though the Maned wolf kept her mouth shut. She had a bit of an accent and along with the obvious, her dialect singled her out further from the rest of the Northern wolves.
Hazel eyes brightly contemplated the she-wolf, her head cocking at the first metion of her name. Chloe recoiled internally at teh pause though, taking it more as that the grey female found it unnatural to talk to her. Self-esteem issues came with being so forign..
The thought seemed to melt away though when Aoves, Yes, that's her name, asked her to join her in patrol. Chloe smiled and nodded her head, picking herself out of her haunches and taking a place beside's the Gamma.
//OoC;; Nope, you did great. =) And I'm glad, cause then you can't push for replies from me either. lol Incase you havn't noticed, I'm the owner and the least active here so far. ><'\\
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Post by Aoves on Mar 7, 2010 1:39:53 GMT -5
Aoves falls into her natural stride, an occasional glance to the side at her patrol partner for the day. What strange lands would require it's hunters have such long legs, such thin bodies? Surely a place where speed is valued over strength, but where could this place be, surely no place I've seen, nor heard of... She mused. I certainly shan't have to worry about any ambushes, her hearing must be finer than an owls.
Of course she would stay alert, it was a natural part of her character, but she was at the same time quite confident that this red wolf, her companion of the moment, would be as reliable as any. As they neared the border, she began to speak. "Chloe, let's start with the wes-" She froze. Something was wrong, but she was unable to place what. A smell, a sight, a sound? It was like trying to return to an old den, only to realize that you couldn't find it. Like catching the scent of a lifelong friend on the breeze, but no matter where you turned, how far you ran, being unable to find them. It was in every way strange, and for once she didn't know how to react. I'll see if she notices it as well she concluded. If she doesn't then I suppose it's simply paranoia on my part, but if she does...well then I can only hope that the two of us are enough, whatever it may be...
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