The flash of bright silver sprang from the foliage and, in a shock of light, momentarily blinded Trinity in a flare of yellow-gold. She yelped and closed her eyes, shaking her head like one possessed; when her orbs were once more safe to be opened she looked around and, to her surprise, the battle had already begun. A silver female grappled with Igneous, clawing desperately at him in an attempt to.....what? Trinity didn't know what this female wanted, nor why she insisted on fighting, but she did know that the intruder posed a threat to their temporary pack.

Just as the tri-coloured ess was about to throw herself into the fray, she found that there was no need. The female had been pinned and the black alpha's teeth were ready to sink into her throat. Trinity's heart beat a little faster and she readied herself to see the splatter of blood, the wild rush of life spilling onto the grass at their feet..... But it never came.
The female said something that Trinity strained to hear and Igneous was stopped in his tracks, even going as far as to let the intruder stand. Trinity's golden eyes widened with surprise as the two suddenly became as friendly as den-mates, though the air still hummed with tension.
What was this? What kind of world was this that enemies deep in combat should suddenly accept peace over battle with but a word? It was so strange to her that a low, almost inaudible whine drifted forth unnoticed from her throat. She clamped down on it when she noticed what she was doing, but still confusion wracked her mind.
Stopping to think, she watched them closely. Their eyes, though tense, now held almost a shade of.....love. Still more confusion touched her heart, but on some level Trinity was pleased. After all, was love not better than battle?

Igneous, she murmured softly, breaking the tense silence of the long, drawn-out moment. Do you.....know her?
Her deep grey hackles were still raised on her neck, her eyes distrusting and cold, and yet Trinity's wary frame also betrayed a wish to be able to trust and maybe even love this new female, this strange newcomer. Friendship was no foreign thing to the young female and she longed for companionship in this new world she had come upon by luck and chance.
I don't wish to intrude if there's some small nuance beneath the surface of this meeting that I am not privvy to, but what is your command? Do we fight or let sleeping dogs lie? Her tone of voice and use of phrasing told the rest of their temporary pack in no uncertain terms that she would follow Igneous's judgement as a loyal pack member, if he would have her. Though she barely knew any of the others around her, she felt as though there was something there, something she could build on if given the chance. Truthfully Igneous and Healer didn't seem like the types that often interacted, but Trinity knew they could bond and become a pack, albeit a slightly quirky one.
Whatever he said, she would do, whatever order she was given, she would follow. It was the way of the wild wolf under their alphas; now it was time to see which way the road would go.

Complete
Words: 582
Character: Trinity
OOC: *sigh* Not my best work by a long shot, but I suppose it passes muster..... It's your turn, Sele-chan ^^

Alone in his vast land, a single male wolf was the alpha of his terrain. All he survied was his to rule and he had named this place Yuurin, Deep Forest. He had barely claimed the land, a new arrival from the dying Earth beyond the Gateways, but already he felt a deep sense of pride that he should own such a place. It was his niche in the world, his one possession in an ever-growing landscape.

As he lay there in one of the caves in the sheer cliff near the waterfall, the white-pawed male felt the deep rumblings of hunger beginning in his belly. He could have gone without meat for a while --he had fed only the day before and prey was plentiful in Yuurin-- but on a whim, or perhaps directed by fate, he decided to hunt anyway. After all: what creature doesn't prefer to have a full belly to a starved one? A fine, lean body to a thin, bony one? He could think of no creature that would prefer the latter.
Rising lazily to his white pads, the powerful young male stretched and shook out his blue-roan pelt. The thick, luxurious fur was shedding it's winter excess and now a few white strands from his belly drifted down to the cave floor.

The cool stone beneath his paws clicked under his claws as the lone male stepped onto the ledge in front of his lair and padded down the gentle incline from the raised cave. The mist of the waterfall barely touched his blue-grey fur as the steady crash thundered into the basin below and from there into a snake-like river.
Overhead the blue skies and bright spring sun foretold good things to come as he headed out to hunt.

As he reached the bottom of the ragged cliff, Shiranui relished the feel of soft grass beneath his paws and cool wind in his pelt. This was the life for him; so much better than constantly fleeing humans in their shrinking reserves. And what happened when the reserves were sold to logging companies? His pack was probably dead now, their bodies stuffed and put on display in human museums or used as feed for their dogs. The thought sickened the wolf and his teeth were bared under raised lips as a growl coursed through his throat and jaws.
Calm now, Shiranui, he thought softly, cooling his red-hot temper. No amount of snarling will bring them back. It's time to hunt.
His hackles lowered, his teeth covered once more, and the majestic male moved on, padding through the grasslands, past the waterfall and through the river to mask his scent. Once on the other side of the current he shook the heavy water from his coat and stopped, scenting the wind. There was a herd of deer nearby, weakened from years without predators. A smile curved his lips and he slipped into stealth mode, slinking silently through the grass with soft, steady breaths so as not to scare them all away.
The tough pads pulled him along through the short green grass and into a taller, golden variety of the species as he closed in on his prey.
Normally no lone wolf would be able to bring down a deer on his own, but these were small, weak animals with years of inbreeding and a predator free environment to their name, and he was a sleek young male. Though he did his best to push aside overconfidence, he knew he could easily overpower their weakest members, for even the healthy among them were not used to wolves and the ways of predators.

The deer grazed silently until suddenly a flash of snarling white and blue carved into their midst, tearing up the turf and throwing them into a frenzy. The deer stampeded into the forest, but there were several that lagged behind. Shiranui had the pick of the litter, so to speak.
Following them at a leisurely lope, the wolf chose the weakest to be his meal and struck, leaping for it's throat and bringing it down to the terrain with brutal prescision and skill.

Blood stained the sod as he made sure it was dead, tearing out it's throat to be his first bite. It struggled only for a moment before lying still and Shiranui let forth a howl of triumph as he sank in his fangs yet again.
For a long while the bloody feast continued, staining the grass crimson and calling the carrion birds from the forest. The herd watched from the trees, knowing that he would not take more than he needed, though they trembled in fear; the single deer was enough to sate his bloody appetite for now.

As he ate he was blinded to the world by the fierce bloodlust that was upon him, but somehow a new scent called unto his brain a warning. His blood-spattered muzzle lifted, scented the air. What was this scent? He waited for the instinctive knowledge to reach his brain and then....
A stranger, he thought, In my territory. Annoycance creased his face and he drew in another draught, diciphering from the winds the identity of the newcomer. The breeze told him it was a female, and standing still. Waiting for him? A vague instinct told him it could be a trap, but he knew that in this new world there was also a chance that she might seek shelter in his packland and he should give it, should she ask.
With a final glance at his meal, he sighed and padded away, leaving the remnants to the ravens. If he wanted more later there would be the bones to pick, should he not leave it too long.

His strides started as a light two-beat but swiftly settled into a loose, powerful lope as he set off the way he had come. Once more he reached the river and once more he plunged into it's depths, letting the current wash away the blood staining his paws, muzzle and fur.
On the other side his journey resumed, the lone male proceeding with caution toward his prey.

Finally he saw her, standing near a willow tree within sighting distance of the great waterfall that marked his home.
He barked a greeting from a distance and slowed to his leisurely two-beat as he approached.

With a cautious look of warning and dominance in all his powerful being, the well-fed male stopped a good two meters or so from the thin female.
I bid you welcome to my land, stranger, he said, But you come without warning or precedent. Who are you and what do you want here?
It was a short greeting, but it was all he need say at the moment. He had to be sure his land was safe from an encroaching pack, which she perhaps came from. When he learned more about her he would lower his guard if the circumstances allowed it, but until then he would remain wary and cautious, never letting his guard down until the time was right.

If you feel so empty
So used up, So let down
If you feel so angry
so ripped up, so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up....
Let's start riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot.
Let's start a riot.


Spread pads of an onyx shade gently pressed into dark coffee loam in a steady four beat rhythm. Slender ebony appendages tightened, each fiber of the abundant muscles rippling through the un-hastened shedding winter layer of sun-kissed bronze coat. Large audits were tuning themselves and becoming more and more keen and aware of the world around, trying to pin point were the creature that had rustled the leaves was. Vast hazel optics scanned through the rough trunks of trees and treaded to the forest floor, where fallen leaves, left crisp from the summer heat, flourished. A tawny pelt mixed with cream was detected a few yards from my left side. Immediately, my stance grew steady; my breathing growing slower and stealthy, a vicious glow washing over the curious gaze in my pools. Broad muscled shoulder swayed forward in a silent step. Front knees grew more and more bent. My defined, feminine cranium descended to the ground, staring down my prey, a nice rabbit dinner. My tongue wiped over the top of my maw, broad jawbone quivering while flexing. The hare was nestled up next to the white papery peeling bark of a birch tree, a hole just feet from it. I would need to be stealthy and patient, or this would be my ninth consecutive day without food. Even then, my meal had been of a ferret, a stinking ferret that I had no clue why it was in the forest. It was a good two months ago, that was when I had ate a meal that went to a nearly full stomach. Over the winter and spring, I had wondered between the marked lands of packs, not welcome in any. My previous pack had exiled me for attacking the alpha and stealing his food in a time of starvation. My father, the alpha of my former pack, had allies, and alerted those allies that his daughter was to be killed if spotted entering any lands they ruled over. Having been told this over the past a few times from those allies, I got the message. I had been attacked in those lands my hordes of wolves, yet remarkably escaping time after time. Having heeded the aching pain of my bloody wounds and scratches, I stayed far away in the deserted lands, where no grass grew and no rain came while it pelted other lands. Barely any scrubs survived and a couple of forest dotted the vast area, I standing in one and had not come in contact with another wolf in seven months. When still two years old was the last I tried to enter a land, after leaving the only other pack that accepted me all because of lack attention and disrespect. A band of four wolves jumped on me, having been instructed to kill on sight. I had snapped, snarled and killed one of them, then skittered away, scratches and bite marks covering me everywhere, a bit of bone showing and blood trickling. Who would try to stay there or anywhere after that? Thinking of that topic, I knew my father was still limping around, his cracked bone had not healed correctly from our confrontation. So that is my story, exiled, but exiled for good reason, for stupid impulses or wants. I had screwed myself over, written my own story as a so far, loner.

I crouched lower and lower to the ground, my long and lean body pressing into the cracked, bone dry sod. I stalked toward the rabbit, no sound being heard, no indication of the rabbit knowing of my whereabouts. Its tan-ish pink nose twitched rapidly in a way adorable to anyone but me. My conditioned leg muscled sprang my dark tan body forward, nails gripping the rabbits midsection, the weight of my body keeping it pressed to the auburn dirt and scattered birch leaves. Slender legs straightened out, putting the immense pressure of my weight on the rabbit’s stomach. I watched it splay out, legs beating rapidly with no success. I had it locked, caught, and soon that frightful cast of his orbs will be permanent because he would have died petrified. My neck lowered cranium to the rabbit’s neck quickly, and mouth opened, revealing the sharp incisors and canines placed in my jaw. I fastened them around the rabbit’s neck, buried through the hair and a thick layer of skin with ease. My eyes twinkled at the trickle of crimson liquid covering my nares. I moved my feet away from the rabbit, inhaling the sweet smell of blood, and the hare continued to beat its powerful, but no useless legs in a second, hopeless attempt at freedom. I let it dangle from my mouth; let it feel the despair and pain before its life abruptly halted. I bit down, not far enough to reach the jugular, but far enough to cause pain to surge inside his small body. I rearranged my hold until it was clenched upon the skin fold between the shoulders. From there I swung it back and forth, watching it struggle and squirm like the pitiful creature it was. I dropped it to the ground; giving it a since of mental hope, but in a flash had a hold on the throat again. I flicked my head viciously, and an internal snap was received by acute audits planted on my head. I felt a sharp bone protruding through the skin and fur in my mouth and took great delight in knowing it was dead and the last moment of his life had been terrible. Welcome to my world, a world of hate blood, torture, and a world of uninnocent games that end with early death. Yes, I am f**ked up.

A few minutes later, I had torn piece after piece of skin from the tender rabbit flesh. Scarlet dripped and covered my maw, myself not caring how messy I was. I heard soft pats as the blood drizzled down on the dirt and leaves, letting others know what had happened, letting them know that an animal had been killed. Though I doubted if any wolves would pass this way, most had a pack, family or some sort of acquaintance. Placing my paws on the bunny, one on the head, one on it's back legs to hold it down so ripping the meat from it would not pick up the whole rabbit, blood covered the raven fur around my pads. My head descended once again, and my canines tear off a chunk of meat. My thoughts wondered to how the rabbit could find food around here. There was no grass, so I guessed that it had ate the foliage, or maybe leaves. Something certain was that the rabbit was plump and filling. I swallowed every chunk, piece and section of that rabbit, my hunger ceased immediately. All that was left where the broken bones, white fat clinging to the sides, and a hide of hair around it. Yes, I was an starving creature, and yes, I ate the intestines, but no, I did not eat the eyes. I never did. My own were fixed upon those other pairs, those cloudy, lifeless optics full of dread, sorrow and pain. Rolling around, dirt gathering on the glassy lens, the animal those orbs belong to could not see me stalk away to search. I had nothing to go to, no where to be, so I searched for entertainment. One could only hunt and hurt rabbits for so long until they wasted their life. Legs easily carry me through these barren lands because food had replenished my energy, but I still was in a near pitiful state, my ribs sticking out, my fur golden, but beneath a dingy layer of grim and filth. Blood covered my maw and paws, I was quite straggly with only my reflexes, brain and the powerful muscles that had not disappeared from lack nourishment. Yet I still carried my self in confidence, in honor, and in an unfading dark way.

As pillars stretch and continue to draw me farther and farther away from the killing site, my senses become increasingly aware and alert, just in case I encountered someone. My surrounding change from thick maple, birch and oak trees to scarce trees and a valley full of woody plants bearing sharp, woody spines. Spiny protuberances of bramble, locust and barberry raked through my fur, occasionally nicking my skin as I scramble through the thick unpleasant foliage, almost comparable to deer flies and pesky mosquitoes. I came to my momentarily lost senses and thingyed my knees and crouched below the thorns, weaving my way through the thin bases of the bushes, only my back and top of head being touched my the sharp spines now. I didn't remember the thorns surrounding the forest completely there when I came, but I was heading in a different direction that when I walked into the desolated grounds the thorns most likely had been buried in several feet of packed down snow. After a couple dozen minutes, the bushes began to thin from the land and finally, I could see what was in front of me. An ocean of grass on a straightaway, no hills, no curves, no trees, just grass and a muffled sun. I picked up a slow lope, my claws ripping through the thick grass, gripping the moist terrain. I three beated, the rhythm growing faster and longer, covering more land in less time. Slowly I grew closer and closer to a darker green haze, that I could tell when there, it would seem massive. A perfect place for elk, deer, moose, rabbits foxes and wolves, a large pack of wolves. I could smell wolves on the wind, and that is the most likely place for them to reside. If they were allies of my father, I was heading to rejection, but if not, I was heading to just another random group of wolves. I kept up my quick pace of my lope, moving in good time.

In about ten minute, then blur of trees and rich wildlife became a big mountainkingdom in front of me. My auds received the distant rumble and crash of waves, knowing that a waterfall extended for miles at the edge of these vast lands. It was beautiful, nourished, fertile and easy to live in. I had a deep pit in my stomach, wondering if I had stumbled into the wrong land. I walked through the vines of a willow and waited, not bothering to howl or call for someone else, but I could smell wolves near. I wondered what impression I would give, tall, muscular, but starved with blood splattered of pads and face dirt in my pelt. The wild, angry flame of darkness burning in my hazel pools depth told others if they approach me, that they better not treat me like dirt on their shoes. I was respectful of power, unless that power or alpha did not return that respect. Those are things that wolves learn soon after they meet me. I sat down next to the willows trunk, my front legs extended, my back curled up beneath me. I surveyed what I could see through the willows thick vines and saw nothing except the usual brown tree bases and green leaves. I was expecting company soon, for I smelled one in the wind, arelatively new pack? I waited for the alpha, my paws feeling the roots and grass beneath me, my muscles tight, ready to spring up on anyone who attacks, or maybe a light. I waited patiently as my thoughts sprinted through my head, and slowly licked up the taste of blood, refreshing the delicious, barely lingering metallic taste.

If you feel, so filthy
So dirty, so f**ked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful, so pissed off
Your not the only one,
refusing to go down
Your not the only one
So get up...
let's start a riot
A riot.

((1956 words in length.

The song lyrics are from Riot by Three Days Grace.

I bet my future posts won't be nearly this long, I learn not to ramble over a time period.))