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[ P ] A World Awaiting Conquest
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Amelia
#1
A bright colored eye scanned the dark landscape after the strong waft of pines overcame her nose. The paws that guided four others halted suddenly, and ears swiveled in alarm. The leading female was uncertain if another scent has been caught within the breeze. She awaited for another.... though none came again. The she-wolf's nose moved quickly, but all that came were heavy scents of pine and moisture. The orange eye swept the area once again, fur beginning to fluff and stand on her back. Apollyon knew there had to be someone else around, she didn't know where they could lie in that area. Being a newcomer was a role she's used to play, being weary of any wolf ambushing her considering her blind spot and Inanna being under her wing. She did stand there for a couple of minutes, too focused on the new environment rather than what Inanna could be possibly doing right at that moment. With a huff, her pink tongue rolled out her mouth as she panted for a few seconds. The air was bitter and disgusting as she snorted like the taste would leave then instantaneously closed her mouth once again.
Was she already losing her edge? There's be no way in hell that Apollyon being as young as she was that she was losing edge already. Though she's almost sure that there's someone else with them. But she thought, and a grin soon appeared on her dark muzzle. If some wolf were to ambush them, it couldn't be anyone Apollyon can't handle. That moment she began to crave a fight, just a bit too elated. She leaned back as her hind paws shuffled forward, giving herself a slight rest as she sat. Apollyon's eyes subconsciously were raised to the sky to look at the stars for a moment then her head turned slightly, her blind spot facing Inanna,
"What do you smell, child? Any wolves, prey, predators?" She inquired from the female close by. Her voice was honeyed and modulated, though more commanding when she asked that question. She phrased it as if it was a test, but on the inside she had to be for sure on what hides in the area.
@Inanna @Kylar
"Don't make a girl a promise if you know you can't keep it."
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Loner

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valkk
#2

Nightfall had granted a beautiful bright sky, the moon full and stars pale, beaming through towering pines with their needles’ signature fragrance drenching the surrounding atmosphere. An odor, in fact, Inanna was beginning to despise. The majority of previous year the two wolves had trekked throughout several forests, all submerged with the coniferous lot, and if not for the abundant traces of nearby prey, the woman’s sensitivity of aromas would be withered, caused by intensity of terrible evergreens that held steadfast even during winter’s grasp on the lands. And so it seemed Apollyon and Inanna would be journeying through the bastardly smell for at least another morning and night, the estimation based off a few hours earlier as the sun softly fell, the crimson lingering amongst the skyline long after violets had faded into coal, reminding Inanna of autumnal affects on the foliage. However, summer hardly had been established; absurd for trees to change so early and impossible for them to survived the cold. Due to such oddity, the woman had chose not to mention the unusual phenomenon to Apollyon and advanced patiently towards the terrain ahead.
Inanna followed suit solidly to the right of the older woman, placing two umber eyes in the absence of one. From the woman’s flank, she made note of any tell-tale signs in her appointed mother’s face, trusting Apollyon to realize a disturbance before herself; the more inexperienced youth.
Apollyon began to slow, testing the wind, Inanna trailed the blue’s movements in correlation to her own, something she had perfected in the past year of being in her company. Now, the first female settled, and her flaxen-faced shadow followed. "What do you smell, child? Any wolves, prey, predators?" Came Apollyon’s voice, a smooth dagger wrapped in pale silk. The youth hummed, her mother’s song was lovely, but how quickly the fabric could be tugged — it was almost humorous, if you weren’t the one being stabbed.
While Inanna just moments before had scented the blank breeze, she now noticed whiffs of a maple’s wood, as if lightning had recently struck somewhere nearby, toppling more youthful timber, snapped branches’ cologne seeping slowly. She parted her maw, drinking in the air. As if the sapling had jumped straight out of the ground, the corresponding scent of freshly shifted earth. However, no thunderstorms had passed over the forest as of late, and this was solely evergreen woodland. A creature is near, her inner voice rang, simultaneously alerting her posture. “Some predator is here, whether wolf or beast. Perhaps feminine,” Inanna replied sharply, nevertheless through her teeth. On rare occasion did Apollyon allow her to step before her, a more tactical movement, originated in the older woman’s concern of an ambush, yet she was resting, not holding the same lightness Inanna felt throughout her flesh and bone. She jerked forwards, set in her longest lope, racing towards the sweet aroma of anything different than the cursed pines.

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Loner

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Claerie
#3


"What do you smell, child?"
The branches above creaked as they swayed, their leaves whispering amidst the breeze. Distant was an owl's call, its wings soundless within the night. A squirrel shifted, nails scratching against gnarled bark. Silence. The dull thud of a heartbeat as it quickened. Ash-tipped ears twitched, ruby eyes opening. A body of golden hues stayed still, muscle turning to stone. Her breathing became strained, her chest barely moving.
"Some predator is here."

Slowly, Kylar uncurled her tail from about her paws. Her fur brushed against the fallen nettles, the sound indiscernible from the wind yet equal to the crash of thunder within her ears. The young woman's weight shifted, paws attempting to find purchase upon the ground. All toes grounded themselves whilst her right foreleg pressed close to her chest.

She had fallen asleep within the wood. It seemed unlucky that strangers would pass by, and unluckier still that her presence would be of note. Sweet as the summer breeze had been, it was a traitor collecting secrets and selling them to unwanted souls.

As opposed to confronting the strangers, she desperately hoped to leave, but standing had never been a discrete task for Kylar. At least, not since her brother had played a hand within her fate. Her crippled leg refused to bear weight. More often then not, she would need to force herself to a stand and lean against something for support. That, or a few tries were necessary before she found her balance.

She did not have such a luxury this evening.

Bracing her paws against the earth, she steeled her resolve, then gave a mighty push. Her weight, coupled with her momentum, allowed her to totter for several seconds. Then, in defeat, she pitched to the right.

Her fall was accented by the crunch of nettles and the shocked rustle of several bushes.

Dark ears folded against her skull and the she-wolf fell quiet.

They would surely find her now.

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Loner

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Amelia
#4
Large were ears flicked forward as curiosity had been piqued, revealing ivory coloring possessing inside the ears. Well done, the wolf covertly acknowledged. She had brief sense of pride beaming within her just the fact that she was able to raise another being up to par. Inanna being a wolf made it all much better.
She attempted to catch the scent against such compelling odors of the forest her daughter detected, but no avail once again. Apollyon wasn't always "strong" in her nose and her eyesight, but in exchange she had primed hearing. She also trusted Inanna because she is naturally a better tracker than Apollyon. Sore and stiff muscles became obviously apparent as they stretched out when the dark wolf stood, though she progressed past that and went after her daughter in a steady slow and steady trot. Time was of the essence, but she used up too much of it thinking that perhaps the ambush would be launched on her herself if she was found alone.
That assumption lasted until she heard a crash from the green in the direction Inanna was headed towards, and her heart dropped in that instant. Her legs were driven forward hurling towards her daughter despite all the stiff and soreness going on, she wasn't going to let Inanna get hurt after all that's she've done. Apollyon's eye was ignited with anger as she, by default, felt threatened by whoever it was in that area. Strides were long with most things being uncomfortable blurred by adrenaline and a new scent was noticed as she quickly caught up with Inanna. A thick, heavy growl erupted from the broad feminine wolf with intent of eliminating what caused such commotion.
Then a bundle of cream only a few bounds away, she only paused for a short moment, part of it being confusion. Though it wasn't a time to think anymore and only to act. Apollyon rushed forward without a second thought and sprung on top of the strange female, claws outstretched. It was blatantly clear that jaws were to soon meet the stranger's neck.

@Inanna
"Don't make a girl a promise if you know you can't keep it."
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valkk
#5

Delicate breezes had granted Inanna the musk of a stranger, the first they crossed under the unknown blue in these foreign shores. Promptly, the body ahead had caused the shrubbery to dance and the needles to scatter. Do they house any sense? Crashing throughout the bushes while secluded, sounding as if fleeing prey?” Pondering, the woman paused mid-step, in almost complete sync as midnight blue launched forwards. Apollyon. Immediately, the youth raced after the she-wolf, discovering her pinning their same species, similar in shade to an ecru riverbed. The wolf was give or take the size of herself, and at closer inspection was dyed with inky hues on her snout. The reversed colors of Inanna, if you wanted to stand them side by side; only the Mitanni’s secondary tone coursed over more portions of her facial features.
Breaking her analysis in the light of the moon, she sidestepped around her guardian and the loner, still debating while a wolf would ever cause such a commotion. The most likely reason would be we startled her, or she somehow happens to be clumsy. Maybe a combination of the two. Inanna fought her mental war as she scoured the scene. While the woman would be in utter agreement with Apollyon’s actions if the noise had ended up being an aggressive male of the older woman’s mass, although this female looked to be of no harm presently, and if she happened to differ, Inanna’s mother would easily overpower her. “An unfair fight — an unfair game. Apollyon, please watch your fangs,” she rounded until she was in the older woman’s view, dropping her maw to the ground, a submissive gesture. “Let’s at least chat with the girl, she is the first wolf we’ve encountered for a good while,” she muttered more indirectly. The woman pushed closer to her parent, delivering a short nuzzle to her withers — an attempt to hurry the larger wolf off the pinned smaller. The youth wasn’t about to converse with somebody forced on the ground.

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Claerie
#6


Silence had been blissful, short as it was. Heavy footfalls thundered against the earth and Kylar twisted, scrambling onto her belly and ducking low. Her soft underbelly, as well as the underside of her neck, was guarded against the earth. Instinctively , she pressed into the foliage yet all was in vain. With her hipped pressed against a lonesome pine, she gazed up at the briefest flash of another. A foreign scent washed over her and a single eye glinted within the moonlight. Black-tipped ears shivered as a guttural growl left the stranger's maw. Kylar answered in kind, her lips peeling back over her teeth defensively, but she was in no position to retaliate.

Large paws pressed against her shoulders and hip as jaws found the back of her scruff. Pain bloomed within her skin as blood beaded about yellowed teeth. The growl turned to a high-pitched whine that died as quickly as it was voiced.

Her heart thudded within her chest and she gave a few shakes of her shoulders and upper neck in a foolish attempt to escape. All she accomplished was a worsened bite at best.

Another appeared, the scent having cloyed with the woman that pinned her now.

Kylar froze, swallowing against the dryness in her mouth.

Slowly, meticulously, she was regarded. Moonlight washed over a figure seemingly opposite to herself. Eyes of brown were but muted sisters to red. Paws carefully pressed into the fallen nettles as the girl circled. Her voice was a soothing balm, her disposition cool.

While she felt every urge to retort, she would not risk her life with the bitterness that welled within her belly. She would wait to be released before a single word slipped free of her tongue.

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Loner

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Amelia
#7
Unfair she said. It was the word that Apollyon knew too well in its extreme context. Her neck stayed firm and locked as the smaller wolf squirmed beneath her. The fact Inanna had even bothered to persuade her to spare this stranger has given even more hesitancy in releasing her current captive. What would this death be of importance to her if she had finished off the weak? If this wolf is unable to fend for herself against an attack now then how would she ever? Apollyon wouldn't be able to comprehend the usefulness of the stranger's life, though her daughter have already taken interest in this female, regrettably.
Apollyon's eye raised to see her young being submissive, she couldn't truly care about this stranger like this? Yet she did, and it put her in a hard place between her own personal satisfaction and Inanna's. A few moments came to pass before Apollyon reached her verdict, and frankly she was disappointed, though she didn't want any avoidable trouble with Inanna if it meant simply keeping this wolf alive. This unfamiliar place was not a place to deal with childish activities. Her jaws had tightened for a second, an indirect message that told a story of how easily the large wolf could've ended the stranger's life, before release. She was not gentle about it as she sprung off of the pinning position, the force pushing off the cream wolf had been strong, potentially hurting the stranger unnecessarily.
The large figure then moved to the background, a few yards away from the two as she began to oversee Inanna to make sure she stays content,
"I hope this fulfills your... aspirations for this wolf," her tone grew cold and bitter. In this case, she sounded like the villain as she had acted. Though wolves often don't travel alone, but when they did, Apollyon preferred to thin out the herd before it was too much to handle. She slowly blinked as she sat down, still tense and ready to launch an attack if anything were to jump Inanna or herself.

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