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Post by ` S O A R on Apr 6, 2009 13:59:30 GMT -5
Yes, I hate them but I don't want to lose them xD -shot-
THE SHAPESHIFTER -- HORIZON
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HAUKUR KLÓ
[atrb=width,450,true][bg=2b4c6f][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7] I T ' S Q U I E T , quiet even for Haukur; he's used to silent atmosphere, but this... His ears swiveled backwards and forwards, frantically searching for any slightest speck of sound, but there was none except for his heavy breathing. This is unusual - he had expected the forest to be full of life. But no. His shoulders muscles bunched up, ready to loose and strike if anyone tried to attack him. Yet he kept walking. Until he came up to a stick and snapped it by accident, Haukur jumped back, his amber eyes looking around wildly then looked down. A stick... He thought with some resentment, then some curiosity. He heard a sound. Looking around he spotted another ground-laying branch, he lowered his neck and stretched his paw and push it onto the small twig, snap! Somehow this had brought relief to Haukur’s nerves, so the forest wasn’t quiet after all. In some way satisfied, he felt confidence seeping into his body. Turning his broad head side to side, he searched for more twigs, aha, there’s one! What he did next was stupid, even he knew it, but still he did it. Trotting to the nearest twig, he pushed his paw on it making it snap. Another snap, and another crack. His tail twitched with amusement at each noise. A distant scuffling and growls managed to reach the ears of the timber, it was surprising that the sounds had remained unshakable through the snapping of sticks. His head straightened up suddenly, his ears perked forwards, waiting. Waiting for more noises, but there's none. Then came blood scent.
F E A R G R I P P E D him. Haukur Kló had rarely experienced proper fear. Fear, for him, usually comes and strike then go away. But this fear was clinging to his nerves. Sucking in some air, he knew that he wasn't being himself - jumping at shadows and noises; "Get a grip on yourself," Haukur muttered to himself; "Just think about you having a nice meal tonight, just imagine it." He couldn't. He just... couldn't. He kept telling himself that he was just being silly. Unwittingly, he moved towards the place where the previous noises had made. Blood and a wolf scent wreathed around his nose. The fear had faded away into curiosity, that blood belonged not to a wolf but to a prey, deer to be specific. Haukur pushed his head into the small clearing, there was that she-wolf and a deer. She was scratching at the doe's eyes, her eyes fixed in a far-away look. Then her fur around her shoulders rose, had she detected him? Look like she hadn't. The she-wolf began to eat the deer with same distant look in her face. Haukur's stomach rumbled, then he looked up again, would this female allows me to share her catch? After all did he promised himself that he will have a nice meal tonight? He pushed himself out from fern coverings. Dipping his head at one side, trying to make her understand that he wasn't try to threaten her. He knew he might seem aggressive after challenging her alpha. And she have food. "Hey," His stomach rumbled, "... I'm hungry...?" His yellow eyes darted at the pile of meat, trying to contain his spit in his mouth. He didn't want to seen salivating over a piece of deer."Um, um... so?"
As a signal, his belly growled again.
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OOC;; Just be clear; Haukur isn't crushing on Natuk yet; he's just afraid of angering her, and wanting her food ;3
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[center][table][tr][td][atrb=width,450,true][bg=2b4c6f][atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][center][img]http://i44.tinypic.com/2aif33l.png[/img][/center][blockquote][color=182b3f][b][font=times]I T ' S Q U I E T ,[/font][/b] quiet even for Haukur; he's used to silent atmosphere, but this... His ears swiveled backwards and forwards, frantically searching for any slightest speck of sound, but there was none except for his heavy breathing. This is unusual - he had expected the forest to be full of life. But no. His shoulders muscles bunched up, ready to loose and strike if anyone tried to attack him. Yet he kept walking. Until he came up to a stick and snapped it by accident, Haukur jumped back, his amber eyes looking around wildly then looked down. [/color][color=081624][i]A stick...[/i][/color][color=182b3f] He thought with some resentment, then some curiosity. He heard a sound. Looking around he spotted another ground-laying branch, he lowered his neck and stretched his paw and push it onto the small twig, [i]snap![/i] Somehow this had brought relief to Haukur’s nerves, so the forest wasn’t quiet after all. In some way satisfied, he felt confidence seeping into his body. Turning his broad head side to side, he searched for more twigs, [/color][color=081624][i]aha, there’s one![/i][/color][color=182b3f][/color][color=182b3f] What he did next was stupid, even he knew it, but still he did it. Trotting to the nearest twig, he pushed his paw on it making it snap. Another snap, and another crack. His tail twitched with amusement at each noise. A distant scuffling and growls managed to reach the ears of the timber, it was surprising that the sounds had remained unshakable through the snapping of sticks. His head straightened up suddenly, his ears perked forwards, waiting. Waiting for more noises, but there's none. Then came blood scent.
[b][font=times]F E A R G R I P P E D[/font][/b] him. Haukur Kló had rarely experienced proper fear. Fear, for him, usually comes and strike then go away. But this fear was clinging to his nerves. Sucking in some air, he knew that he wasn't being himself - jumping at shadows and noises; [/color][color=7992ad][b]"Get a grip on yourself,"[/b][/color][color=182b3f] Haukur muttered to himself; [/color][color=7992ad][b]"Just think about you having a nice meal tonight, just [i]imagine[/i] it."[/b][/color][color=182b3f] He couldn't. He just... couldn't. He kept telling himself that he was just being silly. Unwittingly, he moved towards the place where the previous noises had made. Blood and a wolf scent wreathed around his nose. The fear had faded away into curiosity, that blood belonged not to a wolf but to a prey, deer to be specific. Haukur pushed his head into the small clearing, there was that she-wolf and a deer. She was scratching at the doe's eyes, her eyes fixed in a far-away look. Then her fur around her shoulders rose, had she detected him? Look like she hadn't. The she-wolf began to eat the deer with same distant look in her face. Haukur's stomach rumbled, then he looked up again, [/color][color=081624][i]would this female allows me to share her catch?[/i][/color][color=182b3f][/color][color=182b3f] After all did he promised himself that he will have a nice meal tonight? He pushed himself out from fern coverings. Dipping his head at one side, trying to make her understand that he wasn't try to threaten her. He knew he might seem aggressive after challenging her alpha. And she have food. [/color][color=7992ad][b]"Hey,"[/b][/color][color=182b3f] His stomach rumbled, [/color][color=7992ad][b]"... I'm hungry...?"[/b][/color][color=182b3f] His yellow eyes darted at the pile of meat, trying to contain his spit in his mouth. He didn't want to seen salivating over a piece of deer.[/color][color=7992ad][b]"Um, um... so?"[/b][/color][color=182b3f]
As a signal, his belly growled again.
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[/color][color=7992ad][b]OOC;;[/b][/color][color=182b3f] Just be clear; Haukur isn't crushing on Natuk yet; he's just afraid of angering her, and wanting her food ;3
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DO NOT TOUCH THEM D<
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