Knows No Boundaries (Open)

[Sandtiger]

Dawn had come where Illyrian had taken refuge after her excursion with the two male Tag and Ricochet. She'd gotten over the random ditching they did, but she couldn't help feeling slightly disappointed whenever she thought of it. Stirring unusually carefully her and not bouncing straight up into her feet as she'd normally do, her eyes opened without a hitch. Her golden eyes were unveiled, she sniffed the air without moving a hair, no danger. Breathing a sigh of relief, she carefully eased herself onto her feet, now standing. The reason for this uncharacteristically carefulness in Illyrian's actions were explained simply enough by what supported her weight: A thick tree branch. Illyrian, unlike some others had the gift of flight and so it wasn't such a horrible hassle it might've been to get up the tree for her as it would be another. As for the reason she decided to sleep there was for a practical reason: defense. She didn't feel comfortable sleeping on the cold forest floor, accompanied only by the wet dew and the old leaves of season's passed. Sure it wasn't easy sleeping on a tree branch what with the possibility of it collapsing it you picked one that was too light too support you or the fact if you rolled over you'd basically die. However, Illyrian preferred it because the wind blew through the trees as Nature's soft lullaby, lulling the wolf to a deep, delightful sleep. Wonder what to day will be like, although I had the weirdest dream last night! A three headed, wait no two headed wolf, it was hilarious! Hahaha!

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Elated as ever, Illyrian leaped down with spread wings to help with a much softer landing. Shaking her wispy fur coat, that glinted in the mourning sun in flashes of green and blue on her fur coat, she decided perhaps breakfast wasn't a bad idea. She hadn't eaten in a few days now, and since being a loner didn't exactly help you catch large prey, she had to suffice with smaller prey such as rabbits, and in times of distress, mice or even having to supplement her diet with berries. And for the record, berries were not her favorites. She shuddered at the thought. The very thought of once again having the delightfully leathery hide of a brown, freshly killed elk meat in her jaws again was simply a rapturous thought, and, it stuck with her. Moaning slightly in an almost comical fashion at the thought of never being able to taste it again... She shook her head wildly again to keep her mind form drifting any further on the matter. And with a final moment's sigh she raced ahead, not using her actual speed, just at a soft loping pace to get her warmed up. With luck she'd soon scent out a rabbit, or something.

If I have to taste another berry, and go without ever having an elk again, I think I'm going to die from the thought! Or for that matter, meet another wolf again who doesn't dang-dong-ditch me!

After a little while of heading northwest into a less thickly wooded area than she had been in before, Illyrian finally caught the scent of something in the cool, humid air. Her impulses getting the better of her, the loner bolted down, crashing through the forest, feathery wings folded neatly against her back. Wild golden ears quickly surveying the area, this way and that, she locked on to the scent. Her ears, naturally perked up, rose only higher at her luck. What good luck she had this morning, if only she had had it with those other wolves the day before! It was small, but full grown deer! A doe, to be exact. It had been a little while since she had seen them, so long that she hadn't even considered them as a prey option. But they weren't exactly easy to hunt. Flying hooves, while not as dangerous as say a bison or elk's could still leave a nasty broken leg if your luck was really that bad or so. And you had to run them down, but the running down would be easier than most of it to Illyrian. She took a few deep breathes to calm down and closed in a bit further until she stood only about a hundred to fifty yards away from the doe, behind some thick bushes.

Okay, now, let's get some MEAT, Baby! No berries for me today!

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[Xane;;]

It was morning. Enigma lie still upon the forest floor, dew sprinkled across her black-and-white coat. The bold pattern of her fur would tip off most animals in the area, so Enigma had chosen to sleep in the shadow of a leafy green bush. Like most of her decisions, her choice in sleeping quarters was strategically planned. You see, there was a light deer trail that ran parallel to Enigma’s bush, and the she-wolf knew that many does would have fawns at this time of year. So Enigma was hoping to get a hearty breakfast as the white-tailed deer began to move through the forest. Enigma had been patient. She had awakened an hour earlier, while it was still dark. Why? Hah, it was from mere necessity. You must have forgotten one of Black’s age-old rules: always stay a step ahead. So far Enigma had neither heard nor seen any deer, but suddenly, there came footsteps. Both pairs of Enigma’s ears went up, both pairs of eyes- one red, one purple- flicking toward the sound. A deer, no a doe, moved through the woods. She walked along the deer trail, taking her time, stopping every so often to nibble at the foilage and check for danger. Enigma made sure to not make any movement which would attract the doe’s attention; she was not after the doe itself, but rather its offspring, wherever it might be hiding. And only the fawn’s mother could tell Enigma where it lay. Then Enigma caught a strange scent; it was not of deer, nor rabbit, nor hare. It was wolf. Enigma stifled the growl that threatened to leave her throat. It was just her luck that someone would come along and ruin her hunting. How was an outcast supposed to eat if a billion other rogues trampled up the land and scared off all the prey? If that dolt scares off the doe, someone’s going to lose an eye, Black thought to herself. And it won’t be us! White gleefully replied. Black smirked. She could never keep her thoughts to herself. WORD COUNT 414 NOTES Illy's so cute. <3 And I luff her pic! LYRICS n/a

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[Sandtiger]

Unaware of the wolf from her dreams was secretly aware of her, Illyrian got poised for the hunt. Creeping into a stalker's stance, she began to creep forward lightly, all attention focused on the doe. This was normally hard for her to do, keep all attention on one thing for a while, because she needed to move from one thing to the next so often. But she was still a wolf and possessed a wolf's instincts so that aided her attention span problem. Her glassy eyes locked onto the doe's form with a special ferocity: the gaze of an unadulterated predator. Her paws gliding nearly silently across the steps that would give her the most silence, she was closing in slowly but surely... than the wind shifted west, and along with it, her scent, that soon alerted the deer to her presence. Crap. NOOO! Impossible, no, don't run, get back here Mrs. Deer, ugh! Ragged now with fear and the instinct of flight rather than fight, the deer practically jumped on it's lean legs and gracefully set off, hoping to outdistance it's pursuer. Moaning and cursing her bad luck in the back of her mind, Illyrian tore after her prey. Having not expected to have to use her speed and get an easy kill with a slight struggle at most, she soon began to lose her prey. Wind rippling and roaring past her ears and folded wings, the she-wolf began to speed up, using her gifts. But she would soon wear out at this rate, she had to subdue her prey within the next minute. Her change in speed was notable to those or if anyone was watching and she soon was near the deer's rump. Her tongue out like a slobbering dog's, Illyrian's outstretched claws finally caught on the the deer's lower back. Yes! Now I will eat you, you silly deer, you couldn't outrun Mama, hahaha! Greatly satisfied with her progress on the hunt thus far, Illyrian's mind was still focused on the hunt. The deer and Illyrian both tumbled sideways on to the forest floor, near a patch of thick bushes, where a deer trail was evident, with a hoof flying a millimeter over Illyrian's head. Deciding to end it before she got kicked in the face or sometihng similar, Illyrian took no chances and her powerful jaws clasped around the deer's neck. And with a snap, it was over. Illyrian was bouncing with joy, although fairly exhausted at the use of her legs. Breathing deeply, the last of the adrenaline receding and thrill of the hunt now becoming but a memory, Illyrian scented something odd. Not any form of prey, or bird, but... wolf? It was a wolf alright, and an odd one at that. Female, no doubt. A part of her mind went edgy and was getting defensive about her food, but Illyrian's puppy like enthusiasm got the better of her. YAY! It's another rouge, just like me, and hopefully not one like Ricochet or Tag! I wonder what she looks like- UH! MONSTER THINGY FROM DREAMS!!! Even at her previous experiences, Illyrian had still not learned. As she thought about the scent, she had unwittingly peeked her head through the bushes to see the other wolf. And like her dreams, the wolf had not one, not three, but two heads. The green and blue tinted wolf first blinked, than blinked again, than her eyes widened in both astonishment, fear, and curiosity. Struggling to get a grip before the female could act, Illyrian burst out, coherently enough, -"Hello Wolf-from-my-Nightmares, ah, I mean lovely and beautiful Awesomeness! Forgive!" Illyrian yelped the last word in her sentence, and withdrew her head from the bush taking a piece of meat in her jaws and gulping it down to calm herself. The two headed she wolf was left to herself, or themselves while Illyrian regained her composure at the shock. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just a silly hallucination... Lyrics: Nightmares, nightmares, mama always told you don't fear, not real, but now I see a real life nightmare, nightmare... Notes: Official debut of Illyrian's table. ;D OOC: Lol, the picture took me an hour because the firs t time I messed up on Gimp when I was trying to mesh the wings onto the body somehow it became a chocolate swirl picture. T.T But I finished it now, first wolf with wings, I've done. By the way, don't be offended by Illyrian, it's her being over dramatic, XD.

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[Xane;;]

Enigma let out a moan as the deer rushed off in a flurry of graceful bounds, its white tail fluffed out in alarm. After it ran a pale winged wolf, whose fur was brushed with streaks of light blue and green. Enigma, although seething, was not too angry to realize that the stranger had more than just wings: with a burst of speed that was beyond normal, the stranger leapt upon the doe and, after a short struggle, subdued it. Youngsters these days, they think they're invincible, White chuckled. Black nodded in affirmation, for even she would not tackle a deer alone. The threat of serious injury, plus the energy cost of simply chasing down an agile and swift deer, did not appeal to the six-year-old outcast. Sure, deer was tastier than rabbit, but at least with a hare you don’t risk getting a face-full of rock-hard hoof. But if she wants to take the gamble while catching me some food, I’m game. Now it was White’s turn to nod. Although the winged wolf was mainly hidden behind a wall of leavy growth, Enigma could see by the wolf’s posture that she had caught her scent. Even so, Enigma didn’t anticipate how quickly the stranger burst through the vegetation. The shocked expression on the stranger's face was nothing unusual; Enigma saw it every time she met someone new. But the sight of that youthful face, covered in stray leaves, was enough to tease a slight smile out of Enigma. And then the stranger spoke the oddest sentence Enigma had ever heard come out a sane wolf's mouth. Her smile gone, Black shot the winged wolf a look that could only be described as apoplectic. As usual, she assumed the worst, thinking that the wolf’s scattered speech was some sort of insult. On the contrary, White was quite excited by it, and her mouth slacked open in a delighted wolf-grin. But the stranger did not hang around long enough for White to strike up a conversation; she soon slipped away, to return to her meal no doubt. What a queer wolf, Black mused to herself. I like her! White announced, while Black rolled her eyes. Commanding her limbs to move, Black rose herself up and gave her fur a quick, leisurely shake. The winged wolf had scared off the ticket to her breakfast, so Enigma figured it would be relatively easy to bargain a meal out of her. After all, no wolf could eat a whole deer in one day. Stalking forward, Enigma moved through the bushes and emerged upon the deer trail. There stood the stranger, eating with her back clearly exposed. Black smirked; if she had evil intentions, which she didn’t for the present time, it would be so easy to drive the youngster away from her catch. But, to begin with, Enigma would take a more laid-back approach. “Mind if I have a bite?” Black asked casually, sidling over to the deer’s hindquarters, and pausing to give the meat a sniff. WORD COUNT 583 NOTES Lol, no problem. Looks good! LYRICS n/a

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[Sandtiger]

Knowing she was facing reality but still being utterly shocked, Illyrian watched as the zebra striped wolf came out of the bushes and asked to have part of her meal, Illyrian blinked again, for what was the three hundredth time since she saw the odd looking wolf. Sure, she had giant bird wings and a splattering of blue and green on her that could be defined as a painter's mess up, but and a zebra striped coat and two heads with such intense purple and red eyes was a little more than what Illyrian was used too. The natural instinct of defense rose up again as the female asked casually to have a bit of food, this was her food, the defensive part of her mind told her, not this wolf's, or wolves, meal. But Illyrian didn't wish to get on the bad side of anyone, let alone someone from her nightmares, and so decided to be courteous. I guess it couldn't hurt, just a bit though... I don't want to be ratted out of my entire meal! Ending the awkward silence with a soft whisper to herself, even if the other wolf's question had been casual, though a bit intrusive on man a wolf's agenda, Illyrian although now calm enough to speak was a bit unnerved by the wolf. In fact, you could tell it by the clouds. It happened that Illyrian's emotions did sometimes activate her ability to shift the weather to an extent. For example, the clouds that were once only a few in number had multiplied, and some had in fact clustered and slightly darkened to a slate gray above Illyrian in the sky. Also coupled along with the fact the air and temperature around Illyrian and the other she wolf was colder than what it had been before. Illyrian spoke with a slight hesitance, as if unsure this would cause trouble for herself, -"Err... I guess why not, go ahead, it's I suppose the least I could do considering the last thing I did, just don't eat to much." the last part was said with a definite certainty, and Illyrian, while a kind wolf for the most part, did not take kindly at all to robbing wolves. No matter who it was. Well... this is certainly odd, just keep silent and eat in peace I guess. Unless that wolf eats too much of my breakfast! I ain't goin' away just for some other wolf... or wolves... to eat my hard work and then me go eat berries! Eww... berries... Yawning slightly and taking to the shoulders and upper part of the deer to eat, making it obvious the other two headed she-wolf was to eat the other end, Illyrian began to eat. She enjoyed the fresh taste of deer in her mouth again, no berries. Hare was fine but it kind of got tiresome eating the same thing day after day, or having to contend with some lesser morsel to eat. Her emotions relaxed for the most part, though her ears perked to make sure the other female didn't have any other devious or evil intentions at plan for her, she kept on eating. And as she ate the clouds that once gathered in a nervous, grim slate gray, were softening back to a sleepy white, and the number of them decreasing as the weather became fairer and more enjoyable to what it had been. Key to peace, keep your mouth shut and relax sometimes I guess... Lyrics: N/A Notes: None. OOC: Good to know. ^^

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[Xane;;]

Enigma’s muscles were relaxed and her expression unconcerned, but both pairs of ears were listening well to the winged wolf’s response. Luckily for her, she granted Enigma a portion of her fortuitous catch. But Enigma paid heed to the slight terseness that tainted the end of her sentence. It was clear that the two-headed wolf was unwelcome to eat any more there necessary; Enigma was fine with that. She was not unwilling to bend to the general rules of courtesy; if Enigma was any more arrogant than she already was, she would not fair half as well as she did now. As Enigma bent her heads to the deer’s right hind leg, White noticed some odd flucuations in the weather. She told her darker half, who glanced up just briefly. Indeed, the skies seemed more restless than they should be, and Black recalled feeling a strange cool breeze that had sifted through the thickening summer air. Who knows, White, perhaps our friend has more gifts than we know of. Both sides of Enigma felt a combination of jealousy and vexation at this thought. She had been forced to survive for years with nothing but an extra head to argue with, a pelt that scared off any prey within two miles, and the power to talk to others without moving her mouths. Pushing the matter aside, Black began to chew on the deer’s tough exterior. She broke through the hide to reach the still-warm meat inside, while White’s pale face joined in next to her. They began to tear off and gulp down delicious mouthfuls of rich deer meat, and although distracted by the lovely smell and taste, both pairs of ears kept alert, and both pairs of eyes kept a good watch on the stranger while she fed. Black, who was particularly wary by necessity and by habit, never let a moment go by unnoticed. Every few bites she would stop eating, lick her lips, and scan the surrounding forest with both eye and ear. WORD COUNT 395 NOTES n/a LYRICS n/a

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[Sandtiger]

Illyrian's mind was never at ease. Her hyperactive, still pup-like brain would dart from place to place, thinking about birds the first second, and running the second or some other odd topic. This was what resulted in her deficit attention span, in simple English meaning she couldn't sit still for 5 minutes.This didn't help her when she was worried, even mildly. Thoughts along the lines of What if I flinch and she attacks me when I'm vulnerable? and What if she has rabies and bites me, and then I get rabies? were coursing through Illyrian's head. The winged wolf kept her composure on the outside, but she was growingly uneasy with the other wolf(es) around. She kept a mental check in the back of her head to keep the clouds form becoming grey again or the wind rushing randomly at her dismayed mood. She kept on eating, and rather quickly, as normal for her. La la la please don't eat me... oh wait she's eating the deer... La la la... Flicking her ears at a particularly pesky early morning insect, Illyrian gulped up a bit of meat. She yawned a bit before resuming her feeding. Soon enough, within a few minutes, the wolf was done, her part reduced mostly to a few undesirable parts and skin plus bones. While licking her slightly blood stained jowls, Illyrian turned to face the two headed she wolf who seemed as on alert as she herself had been. Illyrian spoke with a slight softness to her tone, -"Well, you can have the rest, I'm done... I got to go now," And with that, Illyrian stepped back as to give the other loner or loners some space and she spread her wings wide, revealing bright white bird wings, each at least eight feet long. Not waiting for a reply, Illyrian took off slowly, to make sure she didn't slam her wings against a tree branch in the semi cleared area. And then she began to rise off the ground, soon enough with some hard flapping she caught a gentle thermal, a current of warm air that helped generate lift, and flew off slowly, almost lazily in a glide a few feet above the tree tops... There she was off, heading east again... I got an idea! Lyrics: Left behind that old path, heading towards a new one, I'm headin' somewhere, on wings of gold, bathed in light, got a good feelin' this time, it will be home. Notes: Well, I think I don't got any muse left for this thread. =( OOC: I think there's a run-on sentence in there, but I don't know. I'mma done I think Opal with the thread. =/

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