What a Day [Dae]

[Heika]

faelan sinclair.

And I’m never gonna stop until I make ‘em
Drop and burn ‘em up and scatter their remains

Faelan ambled through the White Forest smugly, jaws clamped tightly around a dead snow hare as its legs dangled and swayed in the air like a macabre reenactment of when it had bounded desperately across the ground, trying to escape death that nipped at its heels in the form of a large, grey wolf. But, as is the general consensus, the grim reaper is a stubborn, unshakable foe. The hare had spent the last few moments of its life in a panicked frenzy, and Faelan grinned gleefully as he remembered breaking its neck. Faelan: too many to count. Weak little creatures: zero.

Trotting along, he briefly considered returning to where the pack bedded down, but wrinkled in nose in distaste at the thought. No doubt, Rubles would want him to hand over his catch for whatever reason — Faeland joined the crazy wolf's pack willingly, sure, but that didn't mean he had to understand him. It would be better for him to finish the snack first before returning to camp. So, stretching out his legs languidly and circling a patch of snow, he settled down on the icy ground and tore eagerly into the prey. Already, the rabbit had grown cold, chilled from the insistent breeze, and tough, but Faelan enjoyed the bloody meat all the same. Tearing into the hare messily, he chuckled to himself at the thought of returning to camp with red smeared all over his muzzle. Let's see if Rubles throws a fit.

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[daemitra]

morrigan le fay

I can be friendly when I desire to. Alas, desiring to be more intelligent does not make it so.

Female / 2 years / White Forest

    Morrigan padded through the thinning snow silently brooding. She hated snow. Why did she come here again? Her paws were uncomfortably wet and cold, however she had gotten used to it in her time here. Not that she had to like it at all. Her amber eyes surveyed the area, a growl rumbling low in her stomach however, she had yet to find a meal. 'Tis just her luck to find nothing to eat. 
    The she-wolf stopped in her tracks when her oculars connected with a form, a rabbit dangling from his mouth. A sneer automatically found its way to her maw - it was almost instinctual when it came to Faelan. 
    "'Twas obvious I couldn't get away from you for long. I'm assuming this is meant to be punishment; for what, I do not know." Her lip curled in disgust at how he butchered the young rabbit, his maw now covered with the crimson blood of the creature. In a huff, Morrigan sta back on her haunches. "And with you around, I am sure everything has been scared off." 

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[Heika]

faelan sinclair.

And I’m never gonna stop until I make ‘em
Drop and burn ‘em up and scatter their remains

Faelan had heard the other wolf approach long before she had called out to him, but he made no movement to divert his attention from his meal. Her sudden presence promised amusement, and he needed to do his best to drag it out as long as he could. Taking a particularly large bite out of his prey, he noisily crunched through the bone and scraped off every last piece of meat he could while waiting for her to address him. Then, after she spoke, his ears pricked up exaggeratedly as he sat up, eyes widened sarcastically as he mocked surprise.

“Why, Morgue, I didn’t even hear you coming!” He replied, licking his chops in between sentences. “But, I mean, if you really wanted my company that badly, you only had to beg me for it.” Smugly, he glanced back down at the last few scraps of his meal, pushing it around with his paw and feigning disdain. “Well, I’m really sorry to hear that you simply aren’t good enough a hunter to make it here, Toots. Let me tell you what,” he pushed what remained of the snow hare over to Morrigan. “You can have the last of my snack. I mean, sure, the meat tastes fine, but I don’t particularly like the entrails, you know? I always feel like a savage when I eat it, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy them just fine.”

He had done nothing to mask or apologize for his blatant insinuation, and Faelan allowed the insult to hang in the air with a sly grin. He honestly hoped she would take the bait; annoying the prickly female was one of his life’s many joys, and he never seemed to tire of her scathing retorts. Of course, it was only because his quips were much better. That, and he never lost an argument, and had no intention of starting anytime soon.

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[daemitra]

morrigan le fay

I can be friendly when I desire to. Alas, desiring to be more intelligent does not make it so.

Female / 2 years / White Forest

Morrigan felt her ears flatten as she licked her jowls, her vibrant yellow oculars forming thin slits. 
"Morrigan." She corrected curtly, like she had many times before. Faelan and his 'pet names' were insufferable, setting a fire of irritation coursing through her lower stomach. Though, she assumed this was the intention, so she tried not to show her feelings aside from an irritated ear flick."T'is not as if I searched for you," she growled. Faelan was definitely the last wolf she wanted to come in contact with, though it seemed she would never get a break. 

Well, I'm really sorry to hear you simply aren't good enough a hunter to make it out here, toots A growl rumbled deep in her chest, low and menacing. "As...funny as your pup-like jests are, I assure you that we both know I am the better hunter. However, I'm sure your scent has alerted the prey here of our presence. Do you never groom yourself?" The she-wolf thrust her nose to the air as if she had smelled something acrid before pulling herself back onto her paws. "And it's Morrigan. Not Morgue, not toots, nothing but Morrigan."

Morrigan brought her lips up, showcasing her ivory canines at the thinly veiled insult, she knew what he was doing - he had done it many times before- but she still fell right into it. "Though I'm sure you aren't anywhere close to being a savage after shredding that rabbit to shreds!" She snarled, before shaking herself out of her aggravated state, a small chuckle leaving her lips. "And I assume that was just the reaction you were looking for, Faelan. Do not poke the bear, wolf." She warned, her hackles prickling slightly.

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Notes: As long as I made this, I still feel its sub par, I'm sorry. But I didn't wanna make you wait any longer xD

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[Heika]

faelan sinclair.

And I’m never gonna stop until I make ‘em
Drop and burn ‘em up and scatter their remains

As Morrigan grew more and more irritated, Faelan only exaggerated his nonchalance. Taking a few steps away from the rabbit, which laid abandoned between them, he pressed his muzzle into the snow and used the ice to clean most of the blood off his fur. The entire time, he didn’t bother to so much as glance at the prickly female, making a show out of acting as though he were ignoring her, although he did listen to what she was saying. After all, an angry Morgue was a funny Morgue, especially when she thought she was a better hunter than him. Faelan’s tail swished for a moment at that amusing thought. Poor, poor Morgue. She really tries too hard for her own good.

“Though I’m sure you aren’t anywhere close to being a savage after shredding that rabbit to shreds!” There it was. The fire had been started; now, all he had to do was fan it. Sitting back on his haunches, Faelan shook the excess wetness off his mostly clean snout and yawned widely, proving that he was completely unaffected by her aggression. “And I assume that was just the reaction you were looking for, Faelan. Do not poke the bear, wolf.” Although a biting response had immediately formulated in his mind, he was far from rushing to speak it. Waiting a few moments, Faelan worried at an itch on his flank languidly in the silence that followed, entirely enjoying keeping Morrigan waiting, especially in her state of agitation.

“Ohh, how scary,” He snickered as he straightened out. “I must say, however, you don’t quite resemble a bear, Morgue. I mean, you’re not very strong, nor are you that intimidating.” Eyes narrowing contemplatively, he watched her as though attempting to figure out a complicated puzzle. Tilting his head to the side, his sapphire blue eyes traced along her body, lingering particularly on a few choice spots, as though putting forth more… suggestive ideas. A moment later, his eyes brightened as though all the pieces had finally come together, and the smolder in his eyes disappeared in an instance. “But, I do see the resemblance now! You certainly are as wide as a bear! How clever of you to be able to make that distinction!” With his last few sentences, Faelan’s voice took on a condescendingly encouraging tone, as though he were talking to a toddler looking for praise. And, in his eyes, that was very nearly what Morrigan was: a wolf with the intelligence and temperament of a bratty pup. She exuded unfounded confidence, spoke to him as though they were equals, and constantly acted as though she was deserving of his respect. He ached to put her in her place, to prove to her the vast difference between them. But, Faelan also knew that the bigger they are, the harder they fall. So, he didn’t mind waiting and biding his time. With how she was, Morrigan left opportunities left and right for Faelan to extort, and, when he finally threw her down, the result would be much, much more satisfying.

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It's no problem! <33

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