Insanity on the Field goes Round & Round

[HṍpeL€ss]

Another day, another day… How boring the days tended to be now. There was nothing new from day in to day out, and sleep was the only reprieve from it. The hot summers also made life quite miserable. One heavily pelted golden brute would agree. He panted from morning to night, gasping for the cool air that wouldn’t come. Even night was deadly. And there wouldn’t be any change until fall! Cardinal could almost cry. ’If I did cry, maybe I could cool down with the water.’ As wonderful as that sounded, the large brute had to remember that he couldn’t cry. ”Quite sad, but only a little inconvenience.” The wolf shrugged, mumbling to himself out loud.

On long white legs, Cardinal traveled through the Fallen Sage Field with a head toward the sky. It was hitting dusk, and a few of the stars were coming out. His one golden eye was counting the little dots, while the other eye blind stared through. A golden head shook left to right, and two pointed ears rotated from side to side. It made the brute look quite awkward. At least he was walking straight. ”Only five stars out right now, with a large one behind me. Hmm, Rucks, how many stars do you think there are?” Cardinal stopped in his tracks and looked down at a cricket he had, just now, happened upon. It made a few noises, and then hopped away, and Cardinal shook his head in shame. ”Boring ass insect.”

Nose flaring, Cardinal half watched the cricket hop off. He huffed, and then turned back around to the large field, there were rabbits everywhere. In the distance, a small herd of deer could even be spotted. Cardinal wanted the deer, and licked his chomps thinking about it. ”With the darkness comes my reign.” The brute’s voice turned from venomously playful to just venomous and deadly. His eye was on the stupid herbivores, but he waited a little for the winds to change. ’What little winds there are… and the deer will still pick up my scent. Dull…’

[`Daija;;]

Daija had been wandering the unclaimed lands in a quick trot, her eyes gleaming, her ears perked, and her nostrils flaring. She had the air of a wolf with a mission about her, though why nobody knows. She could smell another wolf. A male. And he smelled like darkness. Daija was excited. Not only was this wolf the exact opposite of her yin, but he was also from another pack. She made sure to keep far downwind of him so he could not smell her. At least not yet. Stalking had always been one of her stronger points.

Yet once again, she was acting on impulse. She had not though out the possible consequences of "stalking" a wolf from another pack, whether it was in neutral land or not, or what may happen if she did not correctly adapt her attitude to match his in some way so she did not accidentally get herself killed. Guesses on which way she should adapt herself flitted through her head almost faster than she could think them. She was cunning, she was deadly. She was no fool.

Even while still thinking, she froze quickly as she realized the wind was changing. Damn it! She could no longer conceal herself. She hated when the wind changed. Taking a wild guess, Daija decided to wait to see how he responded once he caught her scent. She didn't want to appear too much of an aggressive female go-getter by announcing herself first and going to check him out. She did not want to greet him with a friendly howl if it indeed did turn out that he was not so friendly and would instead take her as weak and harm her.

When the wind changed Daija also realized that she smelled prey. That's what he must be doing, hunting. That made her hesitate slightly; hunting was usually when a wolf was most vulnerable and easier to be surprised because their whole focus was usually on the prey. If surprised, some wolves tended to lash out. Daija was cautious, but she was excited and amused. She loved playing mind games.

[HṍpeL€ss]

Everything was coming together. Like a hoard of south flying geese. Night was getting closer and closer, and the sun’s light was getting dimmer. The winds had even changed, for the better too. The smell of the deer was hitting the large golden wolf dead on, and he stopped to take in a deep breath. It was so juicy. Cardinal’s mouth would have been watery if not for the second, more noticeable smell. Tilting his head with ears up, the large brute found a new interest to investigate. He pulled on a toothy grin, and narrowed his eye. There was a female not too far away, though she wasn’t coming out. Maybe she was waiting for the male to make the first move. Well, bad on her part.

Cardinal zigzagged up to the bitch, and quickly found her not too far away. He stopped a few feet away from her, still holding out quite a demonic grin, and almost had to stop himself from giggling a bit to greet the wolf. ”Hellooooooo.” The large brute called out, before sitting down. It wasn’t every day he had a stalker. ’Most males would be joyous over this.’ Cardinal, on the other hand, had other ideas. ”You can come out now miss. Wouldn’t want to upset my friend Rucks. Mean little guy.” His tone was almost playful, almost friendly, though there was still darkness behind.

”Oh right, manners first. My name is Cardinal, and yours?” Cardinal had his deadly grin on still, and he was now swaying left to right. He was quite enjoying himself, not afraid of the female at all. He only had to keep an eye on her, and one eye was all he had. The blind one was dull and lifeless, but bright in color as it caught the last bits of the sun’s rays. ’I wonder what she will do,’ Cardinal thought. He was already having fun, and the night was cooler than the day which made him feel better all together with his thick pelt. ’Though the difference in temperature is slight…’ Cardinal wasn’t one to complain.

[`Daija;;]

Wondering if she had made a miscalculation on letting him come to her first, Daija quickly decided that no; she had not. He seemed thrilled to be the one to come to her, and even more thrilled to find that she had known he was there before he had realized it.
Daija was sitting prim and neat, her dark gray tail tucked over her paws and her chin tucked into her thick chest as she watched the male from under hooded, dark eyes. They were twinkling with some sort of emotion, but with what it was so far unsure.

"Hello Cardinal." She spoke smoothly. "I am Daija." Her ears were pricked, her body was tight but not with fear, and she did not tremble. Daija caught the feeling that if she showed fear or intimidation it may be worse then showing fearlessness. She allowed a little caution to show through by not getting up immediately and coming closer, even to just catch his scent better. Both fear and the reckless lack of caution tended to anger others into harming the displayer of the emotions.

"Did I disturb your hunting?" Daija asked politely tone that may have been mistaken as mocking if the other wolf was perhaps very paranoid, honestly figuring that even if she had this was perhaps even more interesting for him. He was making her slightly uncomfortable, just the swaying back and forth and the gleam in his one seeing eye, but she did not let it show and kept her fur flat even as it began to prickle along her spine. Rucks. Who was Rucks? She had the uncomfortable feeling that she did not want to know, however she asked anyways. "Who is Rucks?"

She other wolf was red and big, the scars across his flank and the rest of his body warned Daija that he was not one to be messed with. She wondered vaguely how he had lost his silvery eye, and whether it had been simply some sort of disease, an accident or a fight. However odd this wolf acted, Daija was still having fun. This would give her very good practice for adapting her attitude in order to fit the ones of a wolf with a very strong, and perhaps very dangerous, mentality.

However intimidated, Daija was not afraid of being raped. She knew that few wolves from the other packs would dare mount a female from another without the fear of starting an even nastier pack war. With both packs on edge already, something like that would cause tempers to flare and lives to be lost.