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The Butterfly

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#1

SORCHA MUNRO



She had been making her way back towards the caves when curiousity had gotten the better of her and the she-wolf decided to fully investigate the situation surrounding the Pine Forest. Although anger had burned in the pit of her stomach as she thought of the wolves who had tried to lay claim over the forest, it was slowly being replaced with a smug sense of pride as she passed stale marker after stale marker. No one had tried to run her off the territory even though she had specifically chosen a path that took her through the heart of the forest, just one of many that she had committed to memory over the years she had lived here.

A wide grin spread across her maw and a slight spring found its way into her step, sending her tail waving behind her. The pack wolves were gone, the forest belonged to the thieves once again. She could take her time heading back to the caves. Lachlan wasn’t expecting her back, and she was sure he would be as pleased as she was to hear that the outsiders had vacated the forest beside them, even if she wouldn’t be able to convince him to move from his coveted labyrinth to her former home.

Besides, it seemed like the Pine Forest was making it abundantly clear to the wolves of Cyrileth that it was not something to be claimed.

“I am speaking”

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Claerie

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#2
bruises bathed...

He had taken great care to take the mutilated fawn back to the pine forest.

Less of a beast and more of a butcher's prize, the prey had seen some better days. It was little more than rotten meat and bone, fully outfitted with an open rib cage and a gnawed thigh. The neck had finally been opened up and the last haunch was left to be devoured. Sadly, Elias' prize had ceased to run red. Within a day of the summer's heat, a sickly sweet stench had begun to settle above the skin. Step too close and one's stomach would twist from whiffs of fetid meat.

That said, Elias was a simple soul and one of meager means. With no pack to afford him the benefits of another's work, he hunted only when necessary. It was not worthwhile to risk his body when he could feed on lesser meals. Being one that prized a conservative life, he did not balk at his festering fawn. Instead, he crouched near it protectively.

With the wind bathing his face, he caught the scent of a wayward traveler. She was advancing quickly—if the subtle sound of her footfalls was telltale. While he could gather that she was a female and young, he knew little else. Her trajectory marked her as a competitor, and as she passed, he did not wait to speak.

Leaping, he attempted to press his paws into her shoulder and send them tumbling into the moss. His goal was to pin the wolf, but that was utterly up to his unsuspecting victim.

"..."
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Underworld

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The Butterfly

Kit

Stardust: 280✪
#3

SORCHA MUNRO



Of all the things that could have happened to her in the pine forest, the last Sorcha was expecting was to be ambushed in what was once her home, and so she noticed the male too late to evade as he leaped towards her, crashing into her side.

A curse caught in her throat as the two tumbled through the underbrush. Sorcha scrabbled against the ground as they rolled, paws searching for purchase; solid ground to propel her out from the stranger’s grip - she was not about to be caught defenseless beneath a violent stranger.

Luck was on her side today; the male was not quick enough in regaining his footing to pin her, and she darted away, out of reach. Sorcha whipped around to face the stranger, adopting a defensive position with muscles taut and ready to spring away should he jump at her again, ears pinned to her skull and teeth bared. Fur bristled upon her spine, furious that she had been attacked, that she had been so distracted in her daydreams that she had not noticed the stranger until he leapt at her. “What the hell was that?” she managed to hiss between her panting, fighting to regain her breath, should she need to bolt.


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bruises bathed...

Thump.

Ivory paws pressed into an earthen shoulder. Their momentum was perpendicular and, in an instant, he realized that the she-wolf had been running forward—and forward only. Her path had been a straight line and he had been several steps tot he east.

Thump.

His back pressed into the grass and, for a split second, he stared up at bright green eyes. A face of cool brown was painted in cream and darker earth. A faint snarl and a stricken look marred her expression, though it was difficult to see much detail in the whirlwind.

Thump.

She was beneath him now and, with each successive roll down the little hillside, she was growing angrier. They had slowed to a stop and, for a moment, he breathed heavily. He was stunned by the sudden tumble and, in truth, he had lost his motivation. She was not hunting his carrion and that made her no threat.

That said... she was possibly a threat now.

Limber paws carried her forward as she fled. However, she soon whipped around and fixed him with a pointed glare.

"What the hell was that?"
For once, Elias had the grace to look away. He did not appear as sheepish or apologetic as he should have, but at least he felt mildly... inconvenienced.

"Accident." The word slipped free of his lips softly.

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The Butterfly

Kit

Stardust: 280✪
#5

SORCHA MUNRO



She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t immediately fled once she was out of the strangers grip; perhaps it was the anger at being attacked in a place where she should never have been so vulnerable had forced her to confront the stranger. Still, she braced herself for another attack, ready to flee should the male advance on her once again.

But, much to her surprise, rather than leaping at her once again, the stranger dipped his head away in response to her snarl of outrage, seemingly feeling some degree of embarrassment at having sending them both tumbling down the grassy slope.

His voice was soft as he spoke, still not meeting her face. "Accident."

“'Accident,'” she repeated with a snort, some of the tension leaving her body as she stood a little straighter. She hadn’t written him off as a threat just yet - but considering that he had chosen to speak to her rather than launch into another attack, Sorcha took that as evidence that she was safe in his presence. At least for now. “What, did you trip over your paws and send yourself flying?” She shot back. It certainly hadn’t seemed like an accident to Sorcha, but if that was the story this stranger was going to spin, she was curious to see how it panned out.


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Claerie

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#6
bruises bathed...

Not inclined to believe him, the woman snorted, her voice thick with disbelief as she mocked him. Green eyes glowed with dislike and challenge as she regarded him. Her ears were perked and ready to capture every word so that her tongue might fling it back twice as hard. Cream paws were poised upon the forest floor, both ready to bolt and cuff him over the head. So vibrant was she that Elias felt oddly colorless and bland. His expression was impassive though his eyes lacked the hardness that so often accompanied his stare.

“What, did you trip over your paws and send yourself flying?" Her accusation implied that he couldn't walk.

An ashen ear flicked with annoyance as his brow furrowed.

"No." Though it was not often his prerogative to explain himself, he felt indignant in this moment. "You—" he breathed, muzzle wrinkling with distaste. "—were near my food." Up the hill, his fawn thigh was waiting to be claimed.

"Was stopping you from taking it," he huffed. But you weren't, were the words that left unsaid. The accident was not in leaping at her, per say. No, the mistake rested in the fact that she had not deserved to be tackled.

Still, she'd come awfully close to his little cache so perhaps she had asked for it.

"..."
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The Butterfly

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Stardust: 280✪
#7

SORCHA MUNRO



Although he appeared irritated by her accusation, he stood steady before her. "No." He began to correct her, ivory muzzle wrinkling with annoyance. "You —were near my food."

His food? What food? Briefly, she cast her attention away from the male. Sure enough, there was a sour tang of rotten meat in the air. She hadn’t noticed it before, but that wouldn’t have lasted long. It couldn’t be far, if he had considered her enough of a threat to be tackled into the ground.

"Was stopping you from taking it," He finished with a huff, drawing Sorcha’s attention back to him. This, at least, explained his motive. It was a valid explanation, even if he had been wholly incorrect in his judgement of her. If she had still been on her own, then the scent might have interested her - but she had a pack now, and no one would thank her if she returned to the caves with a rotten corpse.

“Not quite an accident then, was it?” She couldn’t help the retort, nor the teasing tone that had weaved it’s way into her voice.

Her gaze softened. “Look, I wasn’t after your kill. Didn’t even know it was there. If you apologize, we can both be on our way, pretend this never happened.”


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#8
bruises bathed...

“Not quite an accident then, was it?” retorted the girl, her green eyes alight with something more friendly than rage and accusation. Teasing, however, was not something that Elias had ever come to understand. He was blunt and logical, his humor a near nonexistent thing, his demeanor as bleak as a clean-cut bone. "Unavoidable," he offered in return, dark ears flicking forward as more annoyance filled his belly. In truth, a part of him knew that she deserved some leash compared to most strangers he met. He had been the one to create the error--and this created a situation that was most unusual for him. Though his anger was palpable, the she-wolf's frustration and her impish comments were justified.

It was an infuriating moment at best.

“Look, I wasn’t after your kill. Didn’t even know it was there. Obviously. Elias restrained a derisive snort, his frustration mollified only by the gentle light in emerald eyes.

"If you apologize, we can both be on our way, pretend this never happened.”

Apologize?

He gazed at her, expression impassive.

"No."

That much he would not do.

Turning, he aimed to continue up the trail to his kill. Hopefully not too many carrion crows or wasps had settled on it, but he wasn't optimistic.

[ Exit Elias // unless stopped ]


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