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Post by hybrid on Oct 24, 2009 0:48:53 GMT -5
Mongri dipped her head as she listened, her eyes casting over each of them. She had been a loner for so long now, she almost felt as though she oversaw these lands. She nodded to both of them as she stood, the sounds of the plains echoing in the distance.
"My name is Mongri and I have been here for awhile." She says rather softly, introducing herself to Harijan. She noted the hare, the scents of death and all that seemed to now swirl around her. She had that feeling of unsure dominance that seemed to frequent her mind as she sat in silence before them. What could she say, she felt old enough to be sure of herself, and young enough to be a completely reckless hound. She felt the wind hit her coat and send her scars shivering.
She cocked an eyebrow at the male wolf, "Tell me," She says softly, "Why you do not eat the little wanderer." She didn't say this in her normal sarcastic voice, but in a voice that said she base his character upon his answer.
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Post by Eastern on Oct 24, 2009 14:01:20 GMT -5
Harijan looked over at Mongri. It was not the first time he had been asked that question, and every time he answered the same. "They trust me, and are loyal to me without even knowing who I am. They offer their lives to me, like this one here." He looked down at the old hare. "Who am I to deserve their trust? Me, who has done things so terrible that everything should flee from me, not be attracted to me. I will not betray them, even though they ask of it. I will not. I refuse to take advantage of them. There are plenty of those who do not follow me to eat. I don't eat them because they don't follow me, I eat them because I must." The hare with the white face looked up at Harijan for one last time before turning and hopping back into the tall grass. Harijan was secretly relieved that the two ladies didn't attack.
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Post by hybrid on Oct 27, 2009 17:07:35 GMT -5
Mongri merely nodded and rose once more looking off into the distance, she nodded her head to each of them, "We will meet again I'm sure," She said softly and walking away she did not look back.
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Post by Lanie on Oct 27, 2009 17:28:12 GMT -5
Spir smiled vaguely as she listened to his logic. It was eerily familiar; he was reluctant to prey on the defenseless life that followed him, as she couldn't - or, rather, wouldn't - dishonor the dead that she came upon. Another backwards analogy that happened to be literal; life followed him, while she was attracted to death. She supposed that was why they were both there; he'd come because of the little lives around, and she'd been attracted to the death that lingered for so long in dismal, barren wastelands like the one she stood on. She watched Mongri stalk off in silence, and murmured, "I'm sure we will." Mongri shouldn't have been able to hear, but she was standing right next to Harijan. After a moment, she turned to look at him. "I expect the inhabited lands to be farther north, since I'm sure you would rather be in a pack then here," she said, looking around. "I wish you luck, then," she almost questioned, and turned to a more southeastern path. She hesitated, as if waiting for words of farewell that she didn't expect.
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Post by Eastern on Oct 28, 2009 20:29:06 GMT -5
Hairjan's ears flopped down. "No, I do not deserve it. I've had my chance, and it was destroyed. That life is not a life for me..." He thought back to the time when he was used to kill the innocent. She turned to leave, and a loneliness entered his heart. Although he had no intentions of joining a pack,it didnt mean that he didnt like company. "Um, wait." He was unsure of what to say. He missed talking with others. "Would you...." He searched for something to say that would make her stay longer. "Have you........?" He sighed. "Um, nevermind. I'm glad to have met you. See ya around." He flopped down heavily to the ground.
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Post by Lanie on Oct 28, 2009 20:44:59 GMT -5
Spir slid away on the barren lands, her hunger eased from her slight meal several minutes earlier. She was nearing out of Harijan's earshot when she heard the kindly condescending voice next to her. "Well, that could've been worse." "You usually aren't this talkative, Ilila," she shot back, grumpy. "Besides, it's my life. The reason you're saying what you said is because you're you. We're not in the sparring grounds anymore." "If you insist." "You're only here because I'm the source of whatever life or death you're existing through," she scoffed, but she could feel the words unheard as the ghostly image of her sister flickered away. She slumped visibly, thoughts of turning back long forgotten in her journey ahead.[/size][/color]
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