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      The foothills sloped and grew in size the farther Kitchi loped. His short breaths came out in clouds before being whisked away by the chilly morning breeze. The sun had no yet slipped past the horizon of the bowl he was in, and so the ground was cold, soggy, and soaked his sore paws. He was aiming for a higher vantage point, to bask in the morning light for just a few moments. His tawny eyes scanned the shadows before him for any signs of movement, but any scurrying creatures were being obscured by the waving grasses.

      Soon enough, the young white wolf reached the top of the hill and nearly groaned in pleasure. The cold air bit his wet nose and stung his eyes, but the sun had already begun to bake his fur. If there was one thing Kitchi hated more than anything, it was being cold. He panted softly and squinted into the light. The rolling hills were swathed in greens, oranges, and blues as the sun crept higher into the sky. Wherever the sun reached the ground, the heat melted the spring frost and a steady steam rolled up into the crisp air. His belly had felt tight that morning, but the sun seemed to thaw it as it released a loud gurgle and slackened in his body. After standing in the warmth for a few minutes, the lad was off again, barreling down the backside of the hill back into the shadows.

      Kitchi froze halfway down the hill, his paw in the air, his eyes unfocused. He tilted his nose to the sky and inhaled deeply. He could smell deer. His nose wriggled and he tasted the air again. Pheasant. Quail. The scents were stale, all except for one. Hare. The young wolf’s mouth watered. As he continued downhill at a slower pace, he all but dragged his wet nose along the ground to track the small creature. Kitchi seemed to be wandering in circles, because as the sun climbed higher, he grew no closer to catching his breakfast. His nose started to twitch and he growled to himself, pausing to furiously paw at it with his claws.

      He was losing hope. The longer time passed, the more frustrated he became, the more his face started to spasm. Kitchi let out an exasperated snarl, and stopped again to scratch frantically at his head. Just as he stood to shake off the dirt that his paw smeared on his forehead, a fat hare bolted from under a bush to his right. Instincts kicked in and he was chasing before he realized it. Faster and faster, multiple direction changes and a trip later, Kitchi managed to snag the fleeing creature by the tail. He quickly repositioned and crunched into its squirming body, holding tight while it writhed. Kitchi flopped onto his side while he held the still dying hare, panting heavily into its fur. The kicking ceased and he quickly scanned the land before him for anyone that may try to steal his meal before he started to ravish his kill. (514 words)


Nov 09, 2016 02:52 PM

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Bragi Þórbjörn Zoi
 

Clumsily, he waltzed himself into the grounds with a childish grin on his features. It mattered not, for the songs and the sky was sparkling — there was something to celebrate, simply being alive. It was enough that he was not about to stop, his paws moving, and there was a consequence for every choice he made. It was why his tail swished and the imagination was still bubbling with delight.

It mattered not that he looked like an overgrown puppy, for it was an apt way of the world that he would take nothing to protest. Once upon a time he had been damned for his actions, but even now he could feel the smouldering eyes of his father on the back of his head. Telling him that he should have been ready for the new day, the next challenge.

The next recruit.

But the flurry that seemed to happen just beyond his reach was enough that it reminded him why he would never so much as walk that path. Eyes widened as the wolf came from the East of him, flying out after his quarry. Perhaps it should have been beautiful, but it was enough that his own golden eyes dilated.

Leaning back, tail tucking, he gulped.

Don’t eat me next!” The squeak was loud, although he wasn’t even remotely close… or likely in threat of being eaten.


Nov 10, 2016 09:05 PM — Post #1

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Kitchi tore through the skin of the hare and gobbled down a mouthful of thick muscle. His belly howled thanks as the wolf scarfed down as much as he could off his prey. He was far from satisfied when a whimper caught his attention. Almost immediately did his hackles rise in a flourish of tightened skin and muscle and he stood protectively over his kill. The male was about to let out a defensive growl when his brain registered what the intruder said. “Eat you?” He asked, his bristled fur lying flat in confusion. “I’m not going to eat you.”

Giving his meal a backwards glance, Kitchi trotted a few yards closer to the male wolf, however not too close. He didn’t know this stranger. While still quite a distance away, Kitchi sat down and cocked his head sideways curiously. “Are you alright?” He asked, leaning forward onto his paws when his toes began to squirm. (238 words)


Nov 10, 2016 09:55 PM — Post #2

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Roll over and play dead, that was what a possum would do. Not that he was a possum, but the temptation was there all the same as the ruddy wolf found himself almost questioning about what sort of action he should take. But at least, frozen like a deer in headlights, he had a chance to see the posturing of the other wolf.

The aggression was prompted from a meal won, but his head dropped and he found his wide golden eyes tempting some kind of foreign promise. This was not what he would have asked for, not on a day that was so beautiful. Thus, his head cocked, and he found himself twisting himself, almost ready to fall to the ground, lifting a paw.

Yes, I’m well for the spirits of Ēostre make it clear, for spring is here and the hare hurries a-foot in white still.” HIs words bubbled out, rambling as always, blowing simply hot air into the cool land around him. “Thank you, I’m very skinny for eating.” He added hastily, eyes widening.


Nov 10, 2016 10:10 PM — Post #3

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This stranger was… weird. Kitchi found himself itching to return to his breakfast and take off in the opposite direction. His words were foreign to him, the way he spoke unknown. The wolf found himself nodding, even though he had no idea what Eostre was. A tic started to form in his cheek and he quickly tucked his head into his side to scratch at the muscles in his face. “Uh-huh.” He said with an absent minded nod.

By this time the sun had covered most of the shadowed hills and the steam wafted around the two wolves. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, dancing with the scent of wet grass and fur. After a moment of silence, Kitchi spoke.“My name’s Kitchi.” His lips suddenly started convulsing and his face almost contorted into a snarl. Kitchi’s body ignited with fire, embarrassment slipping through each vein until his insides burned. Desperate to mask this, he quickly started to speak, “What’s your name? Do you live around here?”


Nov 10, 2016 11:15 PM — Post #4

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Pleased at the change, the lack of greediness, well, he moved forward. It was such that he found himself unable to look anywhere but up - questioning what the skies had brought him and why the choice had been made. With spring coming upon them, they would rejoice. Words would sing and questions would not be asked beyond a touch of pleasantry.

Kitchi, spoken like a warrior brave.” The hum was light, but he found himself looking at the other, sinking toward the ground. What was wrong with this wolf? Was there some kind of demon attempting to crawl out from his nose? It nearly appeared so, and his mouth moved in a grim line.

Consume your prize, Kitchi.” It was a demanding note, his face warming. “For I am Bragi, descendent of the gods of olden.” It was not spoken with arrogance, nor concern. But it warmed his features, finding no terror in the notion of being slaughtered now. Perhaps there was someone smiling upon him, for this wolf had better things to deal with than harming him.


Nov 11, 2016 08:56 AM — Post #5

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