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Post by lea on Mar 11, 2007 0:39:49 GMT -5
||OoC: Open for any.||
The white wolf leapt over the rocks. The calm waters lapped quietly against the sands and were left undisturbed by the ships of the humans. The animal glanced over her back, looking at the younger one who followed behind her, stumbling over the rocks, struggling to keep up with her.
“Come, Flicker,” Kusari called behind her, watching to make certain her brother didn’t hurt himself too badly climbing over the rocks. There was no answer, as expected.
Eventually Flicker had struggled his way over the rocks, and the beach from there out was smooth and (thankfully) free of all obstacles. She touched noses with him after he scrambled towards her. He was obviously dismayed that she had made him climb the rocks alone, forcing him out of the corner of his mind he liked to spend his life in.
There was a good reason that she had brought Flicker this far from where she had started. There was food here, though many might not think it. Though the sky was cloudy and gray, life continued at the sea. In fact, wherever there was water, there was always an abundance of life.
Perched on the snow-white sands, lay clams. Kusari was happy to find them mostly undisturbed, for it meant more food for her and her little brother. Flicker walked next to her, continuously brushing against her to remind her that he was still there.
Kusari struggled to break the shell of the first clam. Clams seemed strong, and it was difficult to pry their shells open. The only other option was to smash them against rocks and hope the shells would break. With persistence, Kusari managed to crack the shell, and ripped it open, revealing the creature’s tender body.
“Eat up, Flick,” Kusari said while nosing the object towards her little brother.
He made a face, obviously displeased with what Kusari had to offer. He was a wolf though, and he couldn’t deny his hunger even if he hated the meal. He cautiously picked at the clam. Kusari felt worried, for she knew that since he didn’t like the food he probably wouldn’t eat enough to sustain him for several days. She couldn’t force him to eat either.
The white wolf sat and her bright pelt almost mixed with the bleached sands. She glanced down the beach. There was certainly plenty of food here, but not enough to live on. Clams made a good travel snack. Normally Flick would not touch the soft-bodied little creatures, but they had not eaten in days and he was already getting to look ill from lack of food.
“I know you don’t like it, Flick,” Kusari sighed as the young wolf purposefully hacked on the little bundle of meat. “It’s all we’re getting for a while though, so make sure you eat enough, okay?”
There was no response.
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Post by winter on Mar 11, 2007 13:23:25 GMT -5
Luca swam steadly towards the beach. The tide was out, leaving the beach smooth and open. It was here that the blue clams lived -- and where she always came whenever she had the chance. Blue clams were quickly eaten up by her kin in the deeper waters. But here, oh, here there was no one around to grab the clams on the beach. It was a free seafood buffet.
Black eyes stared at the feast stretched out before her. She took a moment to look for anything potentially dangerous before bounding up the shore. Sea otters weren't well known for travelling on land; Luca was taking a great risk in going ashore with her waddling amble. She had caught sight of the wolves farther down the beach, but they seemed to preoccupied with the hard-shelled delicacies to bother her.
Luca's whiskered muzzle, strong jaws, and dextrous paws made opening the clams easy. She had already sucked down three when she noticed that the white furryfish had just managed to open one. She canted her head as she watched Kusari and Flicker, her rounded face expressing only a curious puzzlement.
It was then that the female turned to look in Luca's direction. She stiffened and pressed her body close to the sand until the wolf's gaze passed. Her weak efforts of hiding seemed to have worked. After a moment, her paws dug again into the sand to get another clam. She had pried it open and was about to eat it when her attention was drawn again to the wolf pair.
Luca grasped the clam in her jaws and in a slow, bounding gait, moved towards the wolves. As always, Luca took the more dangerous of paths, choosing to try to help the wolf and her pup. It didn't cross her mind that they could easily leave their clamming and catch her for an easier meal.
The otter chirped once in greeting and dropped her offering a few yards from the furryfishes. Her whiskers flared and her cheeks lifted in a pleasant smile.
"'Lo!"
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Post by lea on Mar 16, 2007 0:39:20 GMT -5
"'Lo!"
Kusari’s head snapped around. There on the beach sat possibly the most tastiest meal she would find in weeks. The otter was either very brave, or very stupid. Kusari felt her saliva glands acting up, and tried to conceal the fact that she was drooling from the little beast.
Kusari was out of luck. The little creature was far too close to the waters edge. Even if Kusari came at her as fast as she could, she would never be able to catch the little otter. On top of that, Flicker would probably become scared if he thought she was suddenly running off on him. She sighed, knowing she wouldn’t get that tasty red meat both her and Flicker longed for.
Maybe if the otter got closer…
“Greetings,” Kusari said, and tilted her head a bit, looking at the strange little animal. She wondered how the little thing had so easily broken the shell apart.
That must be a very clever little animal…I’m truly at a lose for food then…
Flick, as usual, paid no attention to their new company. He chocked the clam down, and his expression showed that he clearly did not enjoy it. Kusari, on the other hand, was not one to pass up a meal, regardless of taste. She lumbered over towards the clam that was already broken by the otter and lapped it up.
It truly was disgusting. It lacked all the richness of the red meat of deer, and rabbit. Kusari fought through the flavor though, for she knew that if Flick didn’t eat, she would have to, for eventually she would have to go hunting again. She needed the strength.
“Thanks, little otter,” Kusari replied as soon as she had struggled through swallowing the soft body of the clam. “What brings you to share your food with us travelers?”
Maybe it’s really that nice…or maybe it just doesn’t want me to eat it…
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Post by 117 on Mar 19, 2007 15:25:30 GMT -5
Wind whipped at the falcon’s face as he sped along through the air above the wispy clouds. The direct sunlight warmed his dark feathers. Further on the horizon, the falcon could spot more storm clouds brewing. They looked far enough away not to bother him for hours. That is, if they traveled his way.
Clancy lazily gazed at the dark clouds below him. He felt like checking out where he was above the earth and dove below the clouds. A calm blue sea lapped at the white sandy beaches beneath, creating a beautiful scene. The beaches were undisturbed by humans, letting the sand settle naturally, producing a smoother surface, aside from the numerous rocks covering it. This is what he flew all this way for. He heard stories of beaches covered in white sand where the only tracks were of animals that roamed freely without worry of humans spotting and capturing them. Such a place appealed to him. He needed to know more about other animals, not humans. After all, once you have seen a few humans, you have pretty much seen them all.
Movement caught the falcon’s sharp eyes. It appeared as if two wolves were staggering along the rocky beach. The one, the most beautiful white wolf he had ever seen, seemed to be leading the other, who apparently could not handle traversing the small rocks. Is he wounded or something? He looks fairly muddy… Maybe he got in a fight earlier.
His focus returned to the white wolf. The fur seemed to glow in the brilliant sunlight. It looked so soft and warm. He pondered if the wolf was sweltering underneath it in this sun. Only one way to find out…
The long, sweptback wings held strong as air pressure exerted forces which would take a normal bird’s wings off as Clancy dove toward the earth. Several hundred yards above the ground, he leveled out, once again spying on the animals below. It appeared as if another friend came by, what looked like an otter. He watched in surprise as it came right up to the wolf and opened a clam for it. Did the little otter not realize how dangerous wolves were?
Clancy slowly spiraled, dropping in altitude with each circle. His silently glide let him touch down carefully, not sinking too deep in the sand. The wolf remained far enough away for him to take flight before it pounced on him thinking he was a better meal than the otter, which he wasn’t. At least in his opinion.
“Not to be nosy, but, uh…” Clancy began, pausing after watching the squirming clams. “Don’t wolves eat something besides…clams?”
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Post by winter on Mar 19, 2007 21:20:52 GMT -5
((I'll post tomorrow!))
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Post by winter on Mar 23, 2007 7:50:34 GMT -5
Luca grinned, obviously pleased that the wolf had recognised her intent. Her whiskers flared and her black eyes gleamed brightly. She smacked her broad, rudder-like tail down on the sand and pronouced, "Fur fishies is hungry. Don't know how t' open shellfishes."
Her accent was thick and hard to understand. And her terminology was definately not widely used. There was little doubt that the wolves had ever been referred to as "fur fishies" before.
"Likka shellfishes? Yis? I getcha more--" Luca suddenly recoiled with a hiss as Clancy's shadow passed over her. She leaped back towards the sea until her paws splashed in the water left by the waves. Birds, she hated birds. They pecked at you when they could, they stole your food, they ate your young. Luca was taking no chances tonight.
"Grr! Go 'way!" She barked at the falcon. The birds kind didn't eat her own -- it was unusual that the small raptor was even at the beach -- but Luca still had her reasons to be wary of him. Oddly, more wary of him than the wolves.
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Post by lea on Mar 23, 2007 9:25:32 GMT -5
Kusari’s head rolled, and she looked at the falcon. That was one brave little bird, but she noticed that both the bird and the otter kept their distance. They both knew that between the four of them, Kusari was most definitely at the top of the food chain. If the otter came to close she wouldn’t hesitate to kill it. She didn’t care so much about the bird; he didn’t look nearly as delicious as the little otter did. As long as they kept their distance they were safe from her teeth.
“Don’t wolves eat something besides…clams?”
“I suppose we do,” Kusari answered. “Would you like to come closer, bird?”
Kusari watched with curiosity as the otter flinched, and sped towards the ocean. She seemed alarmed by the presence of the falcon, which amused Kusari, for she seemed quiet calm when it was just her and the two wolves. Of course, the falcon could come upon the otter without warning. If Kusari tried to pounce on it, she could have easily seen her coming and take a run for the sea.
Why couldn’t a real prey animal like a deer come along? Deer can’t swim…or fly…
Kusari sighed at her predicament. Flicker, on the other hand, hardly seemed to notice the falcon and the otter. He simply knew that strangers were near, and he scooted closer to Kusari and stared down at his muddy looking paws. He was avoiding speaking to them.
Kusari’s ears perked as she spotted some seabirds circling above them. Apparently they too had found an interest in the clams on the beach. Kusari wished she could sprout wings and fly after them. They were only birds, but at least they would taste slightly better than the slimy bodies of the shellfish. The white wolf glanced at the falcon for a moment. She wished she could ask him to catch birds for her, or perhaps catch the otter, but she knew he wouldn’t listen. After all, he was a meal in her eyes just as well.
“We were just traveling through here. We haven’t eaten in a while, and I thought these delicious little rock creatures in the sand would make a good snack,” Kusari explained. “Apparently we’re not the only ones that think that. Well, they don’t taste that great anyways…but at least they’re something.”
Deer were leaping through Kusari’s mind as she longed for a decent meal. She hadn’t eaten a fresh deer in such a long time, back when she didn’t have to constantly be looking after Flick.
She sighed again, this time for a different reason.
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Post by 117 on Mar 25, 2007 15:35:53 GMT -5
“Would you like to come closer, bird?”
Clancy let out a chuckle at the wolf’s offer. Did she actually think he would say, ‘Sure! While I’m at it, I might as well salt myself, too!’ and throw himself into her mouth? If he were that retarded, he guessed it would be impossible for him to be standing in front of her now. Yet she probably only thought of meals, rather than using logic. It happened to starving animals. He had once watched a starving dog rush into a human butcher shop looking for food after smelling the sweet smell of fresh meat. Little did it know, the butcher keeps knives with him at all times and had one too many thieves already. The dog came out of the shop, yet not in its normal form.
The bird watched the otter with amusement as it skittered away, hissing at him. It thought he was dangerous! Compared to this wolf, the otter could do more damage to him than he could do to it! Obviously, the otter looked too scared to try do any damage, let alone wanting to talk to him. He could not quite understand the logic behind its actions, but decided not to ask. Some things were better left unknown.
Clancy noticed the wolf’s new interest in the skies. Looking up, he could easily see the prey flying lazily overhead. Did they not notice the falcon standing on the ground right underneath them? They seemed distracted by the filthy shells littering the sands, as most dove down and began trying to break each one open. Watching the disgusting, slimy bodies of the shell creatures slide down their beaks grossed him out. Why would they eat those when a perfectly good otter was scrambling toward the open sea?
The falcon glanced back at the wolf, who must have been drooling at the sight of so many birds after eating a diet of shell creatures for who knows how long. Since he had nothing better to occupy his time with, Clancy joked, “Can’t jump that high? Need a little assistance?”
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Post by lea on Apr 4, 2007 14:31:37 GMT -5
||OoC: Bump.||
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