Private Roleplay

[Pup]

This is a private RP/duel between myself and a friend, I ask that you please respect that and do not post here. Thank you for your cooperation!

Wispy evening fog wafted leisurely through the lush meadow; lacing the newly born spring carnations with crystal water droplets. Untouched by man, the flowers and plants here thrived unnaturally. Surrounding the peaceful clearing was a proud forest of pines and evergreens speckled with the occasional coniferous tree. Tall grasses blanketed the bottom of the forest and hugged the trunks of the trees. Yearly summer fires kept away unwelcome underbrush, providing the perfect environment for the thick grass.

Somewhere in the rainbow of flora, a figure shifted. Abruptly, a creature emerged from a hidden burrow. At first glance, the beast appeared to be an overgrown weasel with its lengthy body and large, set back audits. But then, what of the retractable talons and thick, bushy tassle? As the creature leapt upon a nearby boulder, its fluffed bodice became visible. Slightly smaller than a mountain lion and with a groomed russet pelt accented with snowy white fox markings, the vixen scanned her territory with warm golden flecked eyes. Curling her unnaturally long, full tail about herself to warn off the morning chill, she watched the sun rise; streaking the heavens with a gorgeous mixture of pinks, blues, and oranges.

Awed by the beauty of the simply things that the humans took for granted, the vixen felt a bile hate for them rising up from her gut—literally. Pup thrust her head over the side of the boulder just in time and wretched. The hybrid winced in pain as she felt her sides contract and heave up the unwanted food. Allowing her tongue to loll out of her maw unhappily, Pup regretted having ever decided towards making that rotten hare carcass her dinner.

“Curse me and my lazy habits,” the vixen muttered under her breath.

After a moment of sitting upon the rock regretting last night’s actions, she began licking the stone on which she sat—anything to get the taste of vomit out of her tortured mouth.

[Con]

Emerging from a drowsy slumber, the black being awoke just in time to catch a glimpse of the day's sunrise. As the warm rays embraced her, Kierra rose upon her haunches to greet the on-coming day. Slowly her weight would shift with each step, whipcord flicking as the wolf continued. Unfocused pools would aimlessly glance towards newly budding blossoms, as the grass itched her torso.

As the fae rose her cranium higher, audits would quickly stand alert atop her skull just in time to catch the rustle within the lush. Afterwards, pink flesh would escape through powerful jowls, gliding across the narrow maw. The emptiness within her stomach immediately informed her that it was time for a meal. As orbs glanced around the terrain, talons lightly dug within soft soil before the fae caught sent and sight of a rabbit.

Crouching low, she focused all senses upon her chosen prey. After waiting for its ears to lower, and mouth to begin to nibble upon the dew glistened greens, she lunged towards it using her hind quarters. In its attempt to leap away, the wolf's powerful ivories snatched its nape almost within mid air. Two helpless kicks were coerced out of the rabbit before a satisfying snap ended its struggling.

After laying in the shadows, she would enjoy her freshly caught first meal of the day.

[Pup]

Pup's audits abruptly began to swivel atopt her arrow shaped head. Something was nearby, and in her territory. Irritated, she allowed her lip to curl upward, revealing saber-like fangs in a nasty snarl. Lifting her snowy muzzle to the wind, she could just catch the scent of a timber wolf. This is good, she thought with a thin grin. She was downwind, and at the greater advantage for a surprise attack. Slinking soundlessly off the boulder like a viper, she landed silently among the flora and padded toward the scent upon light feline-like paws.

Abruptly, the vixen caught the scent of blood. Hunkering even lower to the ground, she attempted to determine the source. The hybrid could feel the slick morning dew sticking to her underbelly as she crouched. Fighting against the feline urge to clean her pelt on the spot, she listened and slowly, paw step by paw step, began to advance toward the smell. She paused as she caught sight of the morning rays glinting off a sleek, ebony pelt. Sure enough, the figure was of wolven descent. It looked healthy, a bit starved, but healthy. None the less, it was an intruder in her territory. Pup remained still, her pelt blending her into the backdrop. Even her golden flecked orbs were difficult to distinguish from the flora and brush of the meadow.

Pup could see the wolf a mere twenty feet away, munching down upon her kill greedily. The hybrid fought hard against the urge to maul the predator on the spot, but she restrained herself, she needed a plan first. Slowly, turning her thoughts inward, she began to draw out her attacks.

[Con]

Oblivious to the watching company, the wolven fae quickly finished her meal, satisfaction now replacing the hunger that was there before. Pink flesh would once again be released out of her jaw, cleaning her sharp ivories as well as her bloody maw and mitts. Auds would lean backwards as she noticed the sticky thirst that had developed within the back of her throat. Pivoting atop her mitts, she would now head back within the shadows of the trees, searching for a source of water of which she could drink out of.

Raising her auds forwards, once again, she listened for the sound of running water. It was only a moment's pause before she heard what she had been searching for. Heading at a pacing speed, Kierra made her way to appear at a small creek. Once she felt the cool liquid enlight the pathway of her throat, a grin was pasted upon her maw. After having her fill of water, her maw would raise towards the ever rising sun, opening as it did so. Her tongue would curl as it exited between two sharp rows of blood-stained ivories; audits pinning against her skull. A yawn escaped through ear-piercing vocals, maw shutting with a strong snap afterwards.

Kierra lazily walked towards the closest tree, laying her torso in the cool shadows, pools closing after her maw landed softly upon her mitts.

[Pup]

Pup stalked her prey to the creek and watched carefully from a distance as the fae lapped up the crystal water from the stream. Being careful to stay downwind and out of sight, she waited until the fae settled down and allowed ebony lids to slide down over her orbs. This will be far easier that expected, Pup thought, a devious grin spreading across her narrow maw.

Pup slowly put a paw forward.

Nothing.

The russet vixen placed forward another and cautiously shifted her weight upon it.

Nothing.

Audits reclining to lay flat upon her cranium, she took another step, and another. Her feline-like paws made not a sound. Golden flecked orbs were wide and focused.

Nothing.

The adrenaline began to rush. Pulse began to speed. Another paw forward, another weight shift.

Nothing.

The space began to close. Three more feet. Just three more feet. Pup crouched, muscles tense. In one fluid motion, the vixen lunged swiftly off her hind legs and emitted a mountain lion like roar as she extended her forearms out toward her target. Her maw snapped open in the air, saber-like fangs gleaming in the morning sun. Claws extended to their fullness, she attempted to maul her prey by clamping her powerful jowls around the fae's shoulder and digging her ebony talons into her sleek sides. It wasn't a death blow, but it would definitely leave her wounded if it hit.

Pup wanted to play with her new toy first.

[Con]

Kierra's lids would raise in time to see the hybrid lunge, and not only to hear the roar but smell the horid stench too. With a swift motion (slightly lagging with sleep), she attempted to move her shoulder out of the way, but with the food digesting and water fresh in her stomach, it wasn't easy. A high-pitched howl would abruptly be emitted as she felt ivories sink into flesh- although the predator did not have a grasp on it, it still burned. Quickly, with rage flaring in her eyes, the fae would throw her big paw and talons towards the hybrid's face- aiming more towards her eye than anything. Subconsiously, she would semi-hide her wound from her predator, orbs focusing on every move the feline made. What a horrible way to be awaken from a peaceful rest.

[Pup]

Pup would duck her head instinctively, allowing the fae's claws to just graze the top of her head. It didn't hurt much, however. In fact, it barely left a scratch. Canine claws were not much good for combat, unlike Pup's lion-like retractable talons. Lips curled to reveal her sabers, the hybrid would fluff up her pelt, portraying her bodice to gain a couple of inches in size.

"Trespasser!" Pup snarled in her rage-filled voice, golden flecked orbs burning wildly with a touch of madness, "This is MY territory, you moronic bitch!"

Flinging herself to the side, she leaped upward upon a tree trunk, using force to put her weight into it before springing off the tree and lunging directly at the fae. This tactic was often used by trained Akita's for combat. The key to the move was to confuse the prey and bewilder it long enough for the attacker to gain height, and therefore a slight advantage as they slammed down from above. And, extending her ebony talons to their fullest once more, this is exactly what Pup attempted.