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Post by Halo on Jan 14, 2009 22:45:54 GMT -5
The small hooves of a small striped mare pound the ground desperately, sending up clouds of dust from each impact point to make up the trail she leaves. She flees for her life now, trying to escape the fangs that flash from within growling, yowling jowls of some hungry wolves eager to have a justified meal. Perhaps this valley is not as safe as she had presumed it to be and that land she had dared to enter and tread upon was not one of welcome to strangers, let alone a little horsie beast alone and far from home. She had tried to explain that she had meant no disrespect, but forgiveness seems to be the farthest thing from her would-be murderers' minds. And now she can nearly feel their breaths upon her, but she dares not look behind her for fear that a stumbling block might be secretly placed before her to send her into the dirt to be at the mercy of her pursuers.
Oh why did she simply wander around lead by her stupidity? How could she have allowed herself to continue on ignorant to the customs of this strange land, an alien resident showing her discourtesy by assuming she could belong. She bleats out in terror as there is a snap at her back leg. She is horrified by the panicked kick that connects with the furry skull of her attack, eyes rolling wide and black tipped ears pinned back as she now has to contemplate the rage they'll feel for her now that she has retaliated with violence. She cringes when her victim's yip rings out, echoing back to her trembling ears.
The zebra can feel her stamina weakening, not in any way build for endurance, and the burst of adrenaline her kind have for initially outrunning their predators quickly becoming depleted. The young mare can feel herself tiring, her stocky pillars slowing down and can hear the wolves behind her closing in. A whimper rises in her throat and she makes a last ditch effort to escape certain death, darting into the shade of a dark forest, rewarded by the sound of the wolves slowing and stopping, their cries becoming confused and worried as they circle and snuffle about at where her trail leads into the woods.
The stocky 'pony' turns to look back at the distant woodline, the whites of her voids still fearfully showing around the beautiful pale amethyst stars, her sides heaving with the overwhelming need for oxygen. She can watch the sillouhettes of the predator's bedding down to wait to see if she would return, bathed in the much enjoyable sunlight. Come to think of it, she feels suddenly deprived as she realizes her surroundings are darkened with night forced upon the scenery for the thickness of the canopy over head. Her nostrils flare as she picks up something distressing, the smell of danger, fear...death...and a shiver runs down her spine, causing her to shake in the fruitless attempt to rid herself of the creepy feeling.
But what choice does she have now? If she returns to the outskirts of the trees to be graced by the light and saved from this eerie place then she will positively meet death by the ripping fangs of these new adversaries. Harks swiveling back, she turns slowly to start taking tentative steps further into the blackened woodland, eyes darting about all the time as she waits for something to jump out to try to take a chunk out of her flesh. A hum comes to her throat as a tune is brought back to her mind in an attempt to soothe her. Everything will be alright, she's fine, there has to be an end to this shadowy region.
Snap!
She shrieks with terror and rears back, having narrowly missed having her ankle entrapped in the iron jaws of a bear trap. Tears spring to her eyes as she can't resist her instinct to flee. She takes up running again, leaping over obstacles that grab at her pelt or scrape at her knees, dodging more biting traps a she goes. Finally she cowers in a small open grove, head lowered, legs trembling and teary eyes looking around. What has she gotten herself into? What is this place? And how is she going to get out now? "Ooooh," she moans pitifully, closing her eyes and in the midst of her mounting sorrow slips into a light doze.
~Tambika
(OOC: Open the anyone, really. Tambika is a 13 hand zebra.) |
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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Jan 15, 2009 17:02:37 GMT -5
Youssarian had left the home he led in search of more members. Traversing through the darkened forests, he had encountered some breathless wolves before, Dark obviously, and had a little chat. They had said they found a little odd striped horse running around and tracked her until a chase broke out, and now they were waiting in the sun for the little female. Blinking at this as he carefully found his way to her trail, he wondered why stupid wolves would go after a creature that could be poisoned inside since they had no way of knowing her species. Chuckling, he passed a snapped bear trap on his way. I hope she's not hurt to bad, he thought. His red-wolf pelt was darkened by the sahde of large trees, the leaves swirling in a misty breeze above his head in the canopy. He was a good tracker, already near the lady. He drew closer to see a black and white striped.. horse-thing. Odd, he thought. Staggering closer, he dod not wish to alarm her although she looked pretty beaten up, emotionally, physically and perhaps mentally.
"Hello," He said politely in his deep tone. "My name is Youssarian. I wish you no harm, as I do not know... what you are. What's your name?" He hoped to sound non-threatening, adding in an extra genuine smile to the distressed damsel.
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Post by Halo on Jan 16, 2009 13:10:43 GMT -5
The mare had become accustomed to dozing only lightly in the many strange surroundings she has passed through, this dark forest included. So the wolf’s approach does not come as too great a surprise to her as she had been well aware of his presence coming near. He addresses her and she immediately shows herself very much awake, very capable of defending herself against him. Rearing her head up, her nostrils flare as she snorts a warning, pinning her ears back against her skull and stamping her hoof in his direction. Her whole posture says, ’I may be small, but I am a mighty foe. Don’t mess with me.’ Yet, even though she stands firm and tall and strong on the outside, she cannot deny the way she quivers on the inside.
“Your band must truly be a cowardly bunch. They send you in so you might flush me out to them?” She bares her teeth in his direction, taking a step away from the wolf and displaying her tentativeness. But after being chased by a pack of bloodthirsty wolves intent on stripping you clean to the bones and then narrowly escaping into a den full of iron jaws snapping at your legs, to a place with shadows thick enough to swallow you up...you’d be a little on edge too if you were in Tambika’s place. “A predator has no need of its prey’s name; a meal is just a meal to you.”
Her voice is dripping with disdain, hateful venom dripping from fangs that one might swear you see growing from a mouth where the don’t belong. This zebra has had her fill of predators and their lusts of killing and filling their guts with the flesh of others. If she is not being stalked she is being chased. And if she is being neither at the time she is always fearing when it will happen, always waiting and watching for the next threat to come charging hungrily for her. And Tam is tired, so very tired of being on the menu that she cannot help the malice that leaves her parted, trembling velvet lips.
~Tambika
(OOC: >_> She really is quite a sweety…really.  ) |
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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Jan 18, 2009 20:30:32 GMT -5
He chuckled softly. "A dignified wolf would raise no cowardice band such as the one you witness today, m'lady." He says smoothly. Yes, he would not call himself Alpha of those, he was Alpha of a respected group in the north. "I won't hurt you," He promised, inching backwards a little to give the edgy mare a little breathing space. She seemed like a venomous snake standing before him, not one to be trifled with. giving her a wide berth, he still hadn't caught her name. "Dear, I haven't quite gotten a grip on your name. What may it be?" He asked this all politely and innocently, he would not be eating-attacking- her this evening. He wondered if she had a home to run to, or if she would be wandering Penori for a while. She'll perish, he concluded, not about to ask a horse to become part of a wolf routine- that's crazy. He had wandered himself for a time; that's how he met a few life-long friends. But being a loner is as dangerous as being a horse walking into hungry wolf territories- it doesn't match up to well, it's basics.
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Post by Halo on Jan 19, 2009 10:14:19 GMT -5
Tambika would think of herself as sharp, on the ball, with a hawk’s eye for finding out the liars in a group, not quick to be fooled by some choice words. But in this one’s voice she is not sure she is detecting anything ‘overly sweet’ or kind, sweet talk words that were in actuality made with curdled milk instead of fine dairy; in other words, the utterances do not seem spoiled or false. Yet, that does not mean she is going to let her guard down just yet, but she will afford this canine brute the benefit of the doubt, she’d want that much for herself. The zebra mare gives a final snort, a lasting warning to Youssarian before her stance relaxes somewhat for him to visibly see.
“Tambika, Tambika is my name,” she bleats before shaking her short mane to free her neck of some of the tension holding her spine taut. “Yours is Yousarrian,” she acknowledges, ears flicking as if to get the full sense of the way the name sounds upon her harks. But the points soon change direction as she catches the faint sound of the wolves still lying patiently on the outskirts of the forest. She grunts and narrows her eyes in that direction, a flick of her tail showing her irritation.
~Tambika |
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