Willow did an abrupt stop in her nightly run, the fur along her spine standing on end. She sniffed again, just to make sure.
Rabbit.
The lycan spend the majority of her time roaming the woods, trying to find something to do. Afterall, she technically wasn't supposed to be leaving the woods. As if the former Firefox Student had ever followed that rule.
She paused, her muzzle pointing in the general direction the prey. Willow stood downwind, and maybe her new prey would be too absorbed in chewing roots to have heard her. It was a long shot but....There. Willow spotted the little mammal no less than ten yards away, at the base of the blackberry bushes, probably nawing on a branch of said berries.
Carefully, the tan and grey wolf stepped forward, taking care not to step on anything. Then, there was a small crack as something else rustled the leaves, and the sharp scent of another wolf entered her nose. Hm? Not Orca, not Fenrir. Who..?
Post by Marc Streampaw on Feb 24, 2009 18:21:33 GMT -5
Here rabbit rabbit . .*crack*aw, bloody! No, NOOOO Come back Rabbit! Marc sighed and sat down on the ground as the rabbit he'd been stalking hopped away a quickly as possible. Marc was not hungry, neither was Fenris, but he'd still sent the born-lycan boy out hunting as an exorcise.
The order was to not come back for five hours, but as Marc's fourth prey of the night slipped away he wondered how Fenris would know if he just flopped down somewhere and rested - if only for a bit.
As he rested panting lightly Marc remembered one of the songs that Ashelle had taught him and sung it in his head, no really caring who else heard.
I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand walkin through the streets of Soho in the rain. He was lookin for the place called Lee Ho Fooks, gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein.
Aaahoo, werewolves of London Aaahoo Aaahoo
Ya hear him howlin around your kitchen door, ya better not let him in. Little old lady got mutilated late last night, werewolves of London again.
Aaahoo, werewolves of London Aaahoo Aaahoo Aaahoo, werewolves of London Aaahoo Aaahooooooooooooooo
For each chorus Marc howled softly, a trick his father had taught him- like whispering for human folk. It helped relax the young pup after all the hunting and not catching he'd been doing.
The rabbit freaked out and disappeared into the bushes about time Willow spotted the other wolf. He hadn't seemed to really notice her. The wolf, a little younger than herself, collapsed under the bushes and began to hum. The sound made her want to chuckle aloud, if she was capable of the noise.
Werewolves in London. She hadn't heard the song in months, maybe longer. It wasn't one of her favorites, but she did know the words. For some weird reason.
He's the hairy handed gent who ran amok in Kent, Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair. You better stay away from him, He'll rip your lungs out, Jim, Huh! I'd like to meet his tailor. Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of London, Ahwooooo! Ahhwooooo... Werewolves of London, Ahwooooo!
Willow howled softly with the chorus, the noise blending with the stranger's quiet hums. She swiveled her ears and took a few more steps, standing in view of the young wolf. He didn't look hostile. Then she remembered her recent conversation with Ashelle.
Marc? she called gently, eyes glittering. This had to be him. He smelled different, not like the other lycans she knew. He must be the born lycan Ashelle O'Connor had spoken of. Strange she had found him so easily. Well. Accidentally.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Feb 25, 2009 3:32:21 GMT -5
Hello thought Marc good-natured-ly. How are you, this fine evening? You have a good mind for LyricsHe smiled then suddenly yawned wide. Oh my, more tried than I thought. Then a wolfish look of regret crossed Marc's face. Oh I'm sorry if I scared your dinner away. I will help you catch something else if you are hungry? Marc looked at her inquisitively till she said his name. The startled he got to his feet.
You have me at a disadvantage, beautiful female. You know my name but I don't know yours, nor how you happened to procure it. Won't you be so kind as to tell me what I may call you? Smiled and bowed his head to her. His manner were impeccable, all the more polished by his time spent with Ashelle. Little did he know but he was growing to be quite like his father and mother. Still, time for reminiscing later. Quietly he waited for this new acquaintance to introduce herself.
ooc- Let's assume this takes place before the 'Beast Incident'.
bic- So this was Marc. Well, wasn't he the gentlemen. He actually felt bad about scaring the rabbit. Willow grinned again as he jumped to his feet, looking surprised. She had never seen a surprised expression on a wolf's face. It was kind of amusing.
Whoops, that was rude. She did a little half-bow back, dipping her head in greeting. I'm Willow. I am sort of new to the woods.
Sort of true. She'd been here a little while, but no where near long enough to know where everything was. If he was staying with Fenrir, like Ashelle had said, he probably knew way more than she did.
Aren't you the silver-tongued rogue? she replied with another grin, ears pulled forward and tail waving like a banner. If you want, maybe we can find something better than the rabbit. Willow hadn't eaten since yesterday, and that had been early in the morning. She didn't want to be irritable, but she was starved. Still humming quietly, she took a breath of the air. Smelled like rain, tasted like rain. Willow predicted within the hour it would rain.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Feb 25, 2009 11:38:39 GMT -5
I am very please to meet you Miss Willow, said Marc and stepped forward for a moment to sniff her breath to remember her. His mother had always said it was better to sniff the breath than . . . the other end. She'd said new Lycans get weird-ed out buy sniffing the other end and besides that it lowered them from being to mere canine. Marc knew his mother was right for she had come from a line older than his father's and had been to the Great Gathering in her younger days.
Since you are new here, Welcome to Mr. Fenris Fenrir's Woods. I hope the BFC doesn't catch you, you seem very sweet. If you have any trouble please come to me or Mr. Fenris. Mr. Fenris is . . . eccentric but kind to his own people. Marc then sat down to carefully itch a bur out of his neck fur. He knew he was doing Fenris a big favor by saying eccentric and not flippin' insane or man-eating lunatic. But the Lord of the Forest had grown on Marc and had taught him things that would have been impossible to learn without a Lycan Tutor.
You know with the two of us we likely could catch a small deer, but I am not hungry and it's not a good idea to overeat. I know of a large stream nearby with some fine big fish in it. A bit beyond that is a fat rabbit warren, than one was too scrawny to have come from it. Which shall we try for?
(ooc: i shall assume it is indeed before the Beast incident)
Seth sat in a tree quietly watching and listening to the sounds of the forest below him. up in a tree like the primate he was he could see and hear and smell a lot of things. And since scent was lighter than the rest of the air and there was a nice gentle breeze none but the birds the bugs and the trees eve knew he was there.
After a while two lupine forms entered area. apparently stalking the same rabbit. He had watched the furry creature wandered from its burrow to eat some berries about an hour ago. Seth was hunting too he had a bow in one hand and an arrow ready to be knocked in the other. He had considered taking out the little mammal, but it wasn't all that big it might be lunch at best. and he was hoping for something a little bigger. He still needed to repay Dovie for the meat he had taken from her stores, whether she wanted repayment or not.
He watched the two stalk their pray. He hadn't met the female one before but he recognized the male as his friend Marc. He guessed it would at least me entertaining to watch how this playeed out. Would Marc fight for his claim to the food or would he give it up for.... SNAP! The rabbit bolted. Or would Marc mess up and scare the rabbit off.
Seth would have ignored the rabbit but that dark voice in the back of his mind wanted blood, plus he wanted to show off for the 'new kid.' He knew where the burrow was he nocked the arrow and aimed right at the entrance, which was only about a yard away from the tree he was in, pulled back and let go. Swishthump-Squeeek! The rabbit was pinned to the ground barely an inch from safety by a long shaft of wood.
He hung the bow on his back and dropped from the tree using one hand to halt his fall briefly before landing on the leaf littered floor. He walked to the burrow, He grbbed the arrow by the shaft and lifted the Rabbits body off the ground and with a quick Snap! Broke the arrow lifted the shish-cabobbed rabbit up with the rest of the arrow. It was easier this way, now all he needed was a fire and a spit and head be ready to cook.
as he turned to walk towards the the two, who would soon be meeting up from what he saw of their movements from above, he heard Marc singing a song that made him laugh inwardly Then he heard the girl sing a verse. He walked through the bushes.
"Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen Doing the Werewolves of London I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen Doing the Werewolves of London We saw a Werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic's His hair was Perfect...
Ahhhoooo! Werewolves of London Ahhhooooooooo! Ahhhoooo! Werewolves of London Ahhhoooo! Draw blood Ahhhooooo!"
He dropped the rabbit at their feet. "Hey there Marc, You missed this one. I thought your where suppose to be getting better not worse." He teased playfully. "So Marc, who's your girlfriend?" he asked.
Last Edit: Feb 25, 2009 13:37:05 GMT -5 by Anthony
bic- Fenrir's my sire, Willow explained. Sweet. Aww. She liked him already. Then her ears swiveled around and the she-wolf stiffened as the soft squeak of a dying creature reached her. The rabbit. Something--?
A man. What the crap? He held the rabbit skewered on what looked like an arrow. Willow hadn't been aware that there were still indians running around. He smelled faintly of magic. A wizard? Didn't he know the woods were dangerous? Then she caught the scent, like that Aether had. Werewolf. Strange. She didn't know there were other werewolves around the woods. This was...interesting...
Except he had the manners of a fence post.
Girlfriend? Well. We'll see about that. Willow took a step around, fur along her spine bristling, and snarled irritably at him. You know, it's kind of rude to interrupt a conversation. And to make assumptions about someone.
Freaking werewolf. Most of the lycans Willow had met were MUCH better mannered than this guy, yet it was lycans who were really persecuted. Werewolves still had a place in society. The werewolf dropped the rabbit near Marc's paws, but Willow suddenly didn't feel hungry for rabbit. BFC. That was that church. Ashelle had mentioned it.
He was showing off, she could see that. His scent was more than werewolf, it was arrogance and just plain...jerk. Willow almost wanted to laugh at the thought. Who knew that jerks had a specific scent.
She pressed her ears back on her skull and looked at Marc Streampaw, one brow raised. It was a strange expression on a wolf's face. This guy a friend of yours? she asked quietly, looking slightly annoyed with the newcomer.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Feb 26, 2009 15:55:58 GMT -5
Uhh, thought Marc, at a lost for how things had gone from 'Hello, welcome, how are you' to 'this is your new girlfriend, introduce her to me and let me pick out dinner'. Marc would have liked to run away, but decided he was by now too strong to do that. However he did decide one thing for sure. To avoid saying the word friend in regard to anyone in the conversation - it surly would be safer that way.
Miss Willow this is Seth, the werewolf. He has helped me find game in the past. Seth meet Miss Willow, Fenris' new daughter. Seth you know I have been training with Fenris for a while now. I didn't miss the rabbit, I hadn't intended on catching him. I am doing an exercise. I am to hunt for five hours but since neither I or Fenris are hungry it would be wrong for me to kill anything.
Marc sighed and tilted his head to one side. Willow, while I admit Seth is being quite bold with his assumptions, he is only teasing me because I have lost my family to the BFC and am in the prosses of rebuilding. He is only trying to look out for me, I am sure he didn't mean -er- anything serious by it.
Last Edit: Feb 26, 2009 22:22:39 GMT -5 by Marc Streampaw
He let out a sigh it seemed he had been taken seriously rather than comically. And that the new girl had no sense of humor. "I meant no offense, and if your not hungry I eat my own kill thank you very much." He said picking the rabbit back up using the arrow. He was out of arrows for now so he had to either eat the rabbit or give it to someone with an appetite. He's use it as bait if there where carnivores other than lycans or super spiders in these woods.
"I don't tease you because you don't have a family I tease you because I think of myself as part of your pack... in some ways. You do share your home with me after all. Well anyway, welcome to your father's woods. It's nice to meet you willow. If you need any help Don't hesitate to ask." He offered trying to mend his first impressions.
Willow pulled her ears forward, swiveling them back, and generally just looked apologetic. Sorry, she mumbled back, looking at Marc quietly. He seemed a little bit miffed too, but..You startled me, she said finally. Didn't mean to be harsh.
The lycan swallowed a yawn and shook herself. A packmate. Willow hadn't really thought of Aether as a packmate, and doubted she could do that with Seth. It just seemed strange. Then again, up until three months ago she had been human. Seth had just been playing, but Willow was shaken. She'd almost attacked him, just because he'd startled her.
This seemed to be the first thing that was different. These mood swings. One second, she was fine, just humming and having a good time. And then....What if she'd bit him? Sure, he was a werewolf, but she was sure he liked his magic. If he was so comfortable with the woods, surely he could just ask if he wanted to be a lycan. Obviously, he liked keeping his magic. To Willow, it hadn't been much of a loss.
She almost laughed at Marc's reply. No, she hadn't taken the girlfriend remark seriously. It didn't bother her in the least, she knew who her heart belonged to. Willow managed a weak wolf grin. I'm sure he didn't mean anything, she echoed, looking over this Seth character. He seemed..okay. A little rogueish, a little unnerving. But an okay guy.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Feb 28, 2009 21:26:06 GMT -5
Apparently Marc had not payed enough attention to his words and had managed to upset Seth anyway. I am sorry Seth, I didn't mean that the way it sounded, he said looking sheepish. I only meant that you said it because you knew I was trying to rebuild my family and you were jesting with me because you are my friend. Marc looked at the ground and pawed at it clearly very embarrassed.
Maybe I should just . . . continue my hunting exercise. he said and started to get up and turn away.
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