{FACE d o w n!}//Jeremy\\|open|

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The sun peeked above the clouds that slowly drifted care free across the sky. Many creatures scurried around, trying to find cool places to settle. Others were looking for a good bite to eat, especially the carnivorious creatures. The temperature was slightly hot, well, if you had a thick coat like me. Birds chirped, filling the atmosphere with music, the crickets called out for their mates. Tall grass hide the hares and other prey from predators. A slight breeze kissed my cheek, and fluffed my pelt. The trees swayed calmly, it was a good day. But a torridpack member thought of it as just another hot, boring day. Nobody in this pack really enjoyed the weather. We had no intrest in it, yet it was a great day for a kill.

My ears were pricked, as I lay against a tree. My tail wrapped around the scarred pillars that lay sprawled out around me. I was streched out, letting the plush grass tickle my under side. A long pink tounge hang out the side of my mug. I take deep breaths, inhaling, exhaling, quite swiftly as the heat radiated around me. My crimson eyes watch the area with intrest. Even though this place seemed lifeless, there was always something intresting to me. My long daggers tear up the turf as I stretch out more, flexing. My tence muscles loosin, it was a relaxing day.

As the slow wind ruffled my pelt, I switched glances to a movement in the tall grass. My crimson orbs destinquish it as a hare, farely large, a lot of meat, yet it was sick. At that time I was starving, so I might as well go for it. I got up slowly, not a noise made. My tounge return to the inside of my mug. I take a gentle step forward, my gaze still upon the hare. My pink tounge circle around my mug, I lick my chops in delight. "Lunch.." I said happily. The hare, of course, had a good since of hearing, therefore it bounced off. I was too hungry to let it go, therefore I chased it down.

My long strides carried me swiftly behind the hare. I neared up on it, powerful hind legs kick back. The hare sped up, I lengthened my strides, large razors tear up the tall grass. I took a giant leap, landed infront of the hare, and grinned. I opened large jaws and snapped for its head, missed. The hare sprung off. Once again I hauled ass over towards the hare. This time I caught it. Yes, suck for them to have those ears, i thought with a smirk.

I trotted back to my relaxing shaded area, As I walked towards my spot, I switched glances towards another wolf, like, creature. "Whos there?"

[Dusty]

DUSTY
Sad and lonely,
far from home
the walk isn't easy
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Warm weather, as always. It ruffled Dusty's pelt and deep within stirred her soul. That was the feeling it gave her, while the cold always gave off a feeling of paranoia. Of course, you wouldn't catch the tiny brown and gray Mexican wolf off her guard, not once, not ever. Not when she was always looked down upon for her size. She had to be on top of her game.

The warmth of the sun and the heat of the early day is what woke Dusty, that along with the stirring of small prey in the area. Dusty lifted her head as her jaw broke into a huge, gaping yawn. Her golden hazel eyes blinked open slowly as she took in her surroundings. Dusty jumped up, her mind still in a haze, having forgotten where she was at. Her muscles, stiff from sleep, were tense, but soon relaxed.

Dusty let out a small sigh, realized, thank the moon, she was still in her pack territory. She wouldn't enjoy much falling asleep and waking up in an area she didn't recognize. That, or waking to the face of a stranger. Dusty stretched, shaking her pelt out and getting the last yawn out of her system. She studied her surroundings, ears swiveling.

Her stomach was empty with the food she had not eaten the night before. She could hardly even remember why she had fallen asleep nestled within the tall grass surrounding the trunk of a tree. She didn't remember much what she had done, yesterday, either. Memory lapse? Dusty shook the thought away, she didn't need to worry. As long as she took prey to her pack she wouldn't get in any trouble with anyone, especially the alpha, this early in the day.

Dusty's shoulders tensed as she picked up the scent of a hare not too far off. She smiled to herself, turning and taking off in the direction. Her small frame helped her with speed, and she caught a larger whiff of the hare's scent. Dustly slowed, dropping into a crouch below the grass where she could not be seen. She wasn't so glad to be such a small wolf compared to some, but her size sure did come in handy. Dusty pushed herself back on her haunches, catching sight of the rabbit. She prepared to launch herself forward...

But tensed up again, catching a scent of the wolf. Dusty dropped lower to the ground, watching the wolf dart out from a different part of the trees, deep on the hare's trail. She sat up a little bit, peeking out from her hiding spot. It was a male, and from the scent, it was the alpha of her pack! Dusty flattened her ears nervously, watching her alpha lunge towards the hare, missing it as it took off in another direction. Her golden eyes darted after Jeremy as he charged right after it in the same direction, jumped in front of it, and caught the tiny prey.

Dusty lowered herself again, and dared a glance over her shoulder. She was getting out of here as soon as possible. Jeremy would think she were up to something, since she hadn't slept with the pack that night and she was out this early. She backed up, glancing back at her alpha while walking backwards quietly on the tip of her paws. Dusty watched him make his way back to a shaded spot before his head swiveled towards the area she was in. Dusty stopped short as he spoke, "Who's there?", watching the area she was in. He could no doubt see her shape, but she wasn't sure if he could tell who it was.

She lowered herself a little more, just wanting to shrink. She wasn't up to anything, and this made her look more guilty, yes. But, really? Did she have to come across her alpha male this early in the day? Dusty stood where she was at, contemplating: run or show herself?

[scandal]

My deep pools of crimson stair apon the beaut. And my ears pricked forward, in an intrest. A quick smirk appeared on my face, three or four pearly whites show. The humid air made my baby pink pallet hang out of my mouth. Deep inhales and exhales produce scents of blood around me. I looked her over. She seemed very skinny, a small frame. She was well groomed, and her pelt seemed to shimmer in the blazing sun. Her head was narrow, along with her snout. Her frame was mostly painted with greys, blacks and whites, but she had a smudge of brown on her underside and around her temple.

She seemd to move swiftly, her light frame give that away. Her looks were disiving, she had this powerful look to her. She looked as if, in a battle, she could supprise them. As if she had hidden muscle under her bushed pelt. She had honey colored orbs, reminding me of my non-named mother. She took was built slimmly, with desiving looks, and great speed. This wolf was bringing back memories of my past, positives may I say, but I think I fell for her. "Why, you look hungry" I said, my large muscles flexed as I took a stride towards her. "I've seem to of forgotten your name, may I apologize?" I added, a grin wipe across my mug. The lass that stood before me looked at me with not fear, but something as if she wasn't supposed to be here, well, not at this time.

M'love do not be afraid to come here, does it matter that I'm hunting for a hare?" I spoke, crisp words flow out of my mug, soothing and not like me. Why was I talking like this? Maybe its what love does to you. My crimson eyes skim her figure, she was perfect. It was as if my non-named mother had a reincarnation, I was amazed. Here, m'love, please take this hare" I spoke, flexing muscles walked closer to her, pointed shoulders form flesh. A bushed pelt glimmer in the rays of sun. As my ears pricked, I set the hare infront of her, "bon apitet"..

[Dusty]

Dusty's ears swiveled, and she straightened herself just slightly as Jeremy headed in her direction, fluffing up her coat to look larger. It turns out she had been caught, anyways. Her luck wasn't always so great, she had to admit to that.

She studied her alpha carefully. He had a look of...well, she wasn't sure, it was as if he were up to something. She'd know the look anywhere, after all, she was the queen of trouble. Dusty licked her lips, the scent of the hare filling her nostrils as Jeremy came closer. His brown pelt was decorated with some scars, and he was larger than her. Most of his size came from muscle, she could tell.

Really, she hadn't been near her alpha for some time. He wasn't much older than her, true, but they hadn't been denmates or anything. He was rather startling, in a certain way.

Dusty watched him set the hare down in front of her. She was very well aware of everything he said, but she wasn't exactly sure how to answer. He didn't seem to care that she was out here alone or anything. Dusty cleared her throat, lowering her head only in respect because of his title. "You're forgiven. I'm Dusty," she answered carefully, eyeing the hare carefully. She lifted her head to look at him. "I'm not that hungry, and if I was, I could catch some prey of my own, thanks."

[scandal]

JEREMY!

I looked at the beaut with surprise. She was tough one, one who knew how to take control. "Oh myy, you are a tough little cookie. Aren't you?" I questioned, amusment in my wide grin. My ivory pelt stained with hare blood, slowly dry and hardened. It turned a brownish color, and left large mats. My eyes of crimson gaze at the femme. Then flash over to the dead hare. "As you wish, m'lady" I grinned, picking up the hare and grinning. I took a step back, hardened pads back onto a rock.

split..pshh

I trail of blood ran from my paw. I stepped on the turf and turned. Popping a hole in my pad. I jerked my pillar up quickly. "Shit." I said aloud, my razors clinched together. I looked back, quite embarresed by my actions. The only thing I could do was solemly walk off. Therefore I did. I limped to a patch of tall grass and layed down. A long pink pallete roll out of my mug and lick on the large cut, crimson red still drain from it.

I licked deep into it. I let out a whimper, not loud enough to be heard. It stung like the devil. I cursed through my head. The pain still fllush through my body. My paw swelled. I attemped to get up. I failed epicly. But after trying a while, I finally did. Rustles in the tall grass chased hares out. My broad shoulders lift me up in an unsteady fashion. My ears lay flat to my head. My tail hang low. My strides were very unsteady. One, two, three. limp. One, two, three, limp. I trudged through, I reached quite far and collapsed. A thick trail of crimson follow me.

.::Shades of black, shades of gray, I cannot see the light of day::.

[Dusty]

Dusty smiled slighlty, not surprised by his words. She nodded curtly. She had heard those words before, and it was true, Dusty was pretty tough. She had pretty much taught herself to be tough, and she wasn't really going to give in now. Dusty dipped her head in respect as he retreated, her golden gaze watching him before her ears pricked and she turned her head towards the sound of small prey not too far in the undergrowth. Dusty looked over her shoulder at Jeremy, ears twitching, before she jumped off into the undergrowth to retrieve her breakfast.

Dusty crouched low to the ground, parting her mouth to let the scent of the small rabbit fill her. She wasn't going to lose this breakfast, especially after she had just turned down an offer for free food. Dusty lifted her head just above the tall blades of grass, spotting the small tan outline of the rabbit. She crouched low down again, leaning forward and shifting her weight to the tips of her paws, creeping forward. Dusty opened her mouth again, letting the scent of the rabbit fill her nostrils, mouth starting to water.

A tangy scent hit her like a brick wall. Dusty perked her ears in surprise, turning away from the rabbit. Her golden gaze trailed back to the small prey for a split second. The tiny mammal was looking at her. Well, there went her breakfast. Oh well, she thought, sniffing the tangy, rusted scent. It was blood, fresh blood. Dusty flattened her ears slighlty. Nothing bad could've happened, could it? Would a nomad pass through the territory and promote violence? She doubted it, and plus, she wouldn't think of the worst. She glanced over her shoulder. The spot the rabbit had been in was gone. Dusty shook herself, she'd eat later. Not having breakfast wouldn't affect her strength that much. Dusty turned around and ran back the way she came, flying back to the small clearing in a short amount of time. She halted, gaze darting around the clearing. No sight of Jeremy.

Dusty flattened her ears, trotting forward, catching sight of a small drop of crimson on the rock Jeremy had retreated to earlier. She stopped in front of it, sniffing it carefully. Yes, same scent that had reached her while hunting. She didn't want to bloat, but she did have great senses, with being a hunter and all. Dusty lifted her head, her eyes following the drop of red. Much like a pup, she tilted her head to one side, studying it. It was rather peculiar...leading into a line. Dusty blinked, ears perking up. That was it, a trail of blood. Dusty's trot was somewhere in between a walk and a run as she followed the blood, which steadily became thicker as the trail led on. How bad was the wound, she wondered, halting as she spotted Jeremy's pelt, a lump on the ground. Dusty sped up, slowing down as she neared him, stopping right in front of him and looking down.

"You interrupted my hunting, you know. Not that I mind much," she said as she crouched down, she studied him curiously before straining her neck forward to sniff the wound on his paw. She nudge his paw a little, turning it over on its side. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth to lick away some of the dirt and blood from the cut. "How did you do this?"