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[Blackberry]

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A pale shape left the shadows. His cold eyes were narrowed into slits and his teeth were bared into the slightest hint of a snarl. A growl rumbled in his throat as he stalked forward, paws crunching over the fresh snow, leaving paw prints. His snout was lowered to the ground and he inhaled a fresh scent. Food. Not just any food. A buck. Curling his lips back farther, his orbs of yellow darted to the side, and he feinted back into the shadows, his nose twitching. He could wait here, or chase down the horned cervidae. Either way, he knew he would have to hunt soon enough. His middle was letting out bellows of hunger, and he would have to hunt soon. With a growl, he took a single step forward, retracing his steps in the fresh snow.

He lifted his snout to the air once more, and a icy wind raked through his pelt. He snorted once, opening his maw slightly and drinking in the sweet, meaty scent of deer. Lips pulled back farther, he dashed forward. The brute found his horned meal soon enough, pawing at the snow. He was relieved to see that it's large rack was missing an antler, and one of it's legs had a rather large scratch on it. He guessed that it had gotten caught in a trap, and managed to get free.

Snarling, he leaped through the air and landed on the creature's back. It began to buck, and he growled and grabbed it's neck. It threw him off a few times, and he gasped as the wind whipped through his face as the buck collapsed. He knew it wasn't fully dead, but he began to tear it apart anyway. He licked his lips and looked up, ears pricked. He wasn't about to share this meal with anyone.

(Sorry! Got very lazy near the end. :p)

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No light. No comfort. No cool winds that could sweep you away and let you dance across the open sky like an eagle spreading it's wings to take flight. Yet, the only shades of black that seemed to engulf the entire forest with still crawling shadows of darkness, white foaming mist that enclosed around your paws, but the only place this washing foam that drizzled down the mountain top down into the trees, stays within the shadows of darkness no where else. Though, dark and mysterious creatures lurk behind those shadows. And beneath these tree tops, under the brushes and thickets where prey seems to play hide-&-seek with their predator, still not knowing that one very large she-wolf prowls those thickets and waiting for the attack. Deers on the other hand stay clear from the darkness, even when they know the stealthily female watches them with intriguing flaming electrfyng blue oval shaped eyes, with a hint of an annoymous glint. This she-wolf is known for her cunning and shealthy ways, she can be quite a hand full and if you can handle her, I will pray for you.

Tacora, yes this gorgeous she-wolf upholds the title Tacora, knowing it means something. She is described by appearance, a rather large female wolf eith striking midnight black fur that is soft and lush with health. Her eyes are like lightning bolts reflecting off a telephone wire. Buldging muscles that popped in an out of socket to poke out and make her look twice her size, then snapping back into place as she eases them. Her rounded points of ears, either lace back into her thick coat when angered, yet flickers around with excitement of some sort. There's not much else to tell about, unless you wanna know about the scar on her lower left thigh. Yeah, let's talk about that.
Years ago, Tacora was searching endlessly for her father, the ine who gave her this horrible battle scar. She went through hell to find him, fighting with blistering winds, blazing heat, and ice-chilled bone winter days. Tacora went through it all, until she finally found her father. Who, unfortunately, did his time looking for her too. As they met, there were some misunderstandings and well un wanted buisnesses that needed dealt with. The she-wolf's dather didn't want anything to do with his daighter so he attacked. Eaxh recieving forever to bleed scars, but there had to be a one achiver. And that was, Tacora. She tchnically 'slayed' her father, letting his body rot into the Earth and his ashes drift off into the breeze current, no longer existent again.

Tacora is most likely the type of wolf to step up to any kind of fight, not really the one seen to back down. She will hurt you, and that's a fact, no mercy is her number one rule. She cares about no one, her heart is built with a stone wall that seperates herself from others emotions and personal problems. She stays clear from drama, that's why she is not permitted for a pack, she would go crazy and possibly rip ones heart out with her own claws. This she-wolf will not sit back and let someone take control of her, it will never happen. She can seduse you very easily, but after that you may be a dead one. She don't show any emotions what-so-ever, so if you fall head over heels for her, she sure is one tough nutt to crack. There's more to her mischievious, and mysterious ways that she goes by.

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Tacora scouted around the march, bright white foam of mist rolling around her like water flowing around a school of fish. Yet, this was different. Her remarkable coating that scorched with an over-all black covering that suites her body frame and posture very well. Her neon blue eyes went well with her interior just fine also. As the midnight colored fae began to narrow her eyes into small little crescent shaped slits, watching as a buck took steps forward each time it went to graze on the pointed, bladed glass. Grunting in annoyance now, the she-wolf circled around the horned deer, in the dense shadows no one, not even the greatest of eyes could image or notice the outline of her massive figure. Each paw step she took, Tacora was silent like a feather landing lightly on the ground, unreflicted by any low riding prey. Bright eyed fae turns to crouch in her position by a over hanging branch that was surrounded with brushes, hiding her with the utmost invisible vision. No smirk or smile crossed her face. No happy feeling of finding a meal. Just as she extended her claws and canines firmly pierced out from her gums, something or someone scared her catch away. Growling with righteousness as she darted after it. Halting with irritation when it vanished, she shook her head. Going back to search for whomever or whatever made the deer scatter that quickly. Muscles now shifting out of place to rustle with madness seeming to roll off the tips of her shoulders like steam. Snarling low, her ears laced back as she soon enough noticed a white male towering over an already killed deer. Huffing lightly she stepped out of the darkness, giving him an eye glare that meant he was gonna be dead in about two seconds.</sub>

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Did I make it too long?

[Blackberry]

(Ah! So sorry for not replying. D: I got really sick. x.x This post is going to suck, I warn you)

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He tugged at a tough piece of meat, annoyed. He pricked his ears and looked up, suddenly feeling as if he was being watched. His eyes slitted as they came across a female, who was giving him a death stare. The male placed a paw across his catch, baring his teeth and flattening his ears. "What do you want?" he spat.

He had caught this deer, and he refused to give it up. If this female thought that she could have it, then she was terribly mistaken. He ruffled his fur, not just against the cold, but trying to look bigger, more intimating. He let his eyes flash dangerously and his claws dig into the soft snow. He bared his teeth once more, letting out a cruel snarl.

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Tacora rolled her eyes, not timid or taken back by his reaction. Though she did take steps forward to shove him to the ground roughly, she as well puffed out her fur and chest, looking 10 times her size, yet she stayed calm as possible. No emotion flashed in her eyes, like rage and anger soared through the males. And she could tell, just by how he reacted towards her. But, he didn't face her none, so she bared her canines as well. Extending her calls, she snapped her head back up from the arch of her chest to let out a rippling growl. " You scared my catch away, brute! Mind paying back?" She slowly bent her head down, ears lacing back to disappear into the bristling pool of midnight black water that trailed up and down her entire body. She let her muscles shift with unease, quickly without any hesitation she tore a large piece of fresh meat off it's shoulder. Glaring over at the male, she stepped back. Gulping down the meat, she stiffened after that and still she felt hungry. Her tongue gliding over the very tips of her fangs, clearing them from blood. Her muzzle half stained from it. She let a roar out once more, " Did you want to fight male?" She asked, remembering how threatening and dramatic he looked, like he really wanted too. Tacora didn't mind, its not like she killed for a living or anything...</sub>

[Blackberry]

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Nameless snarled at her. "And what gives you the right to steal my prey?" he barked at her. "It's not my fault you can't hunt properly. Instead of trampling around like a half-blind badger, you could've actually caught your own prey. Learn how to hunt, female. For all I know, you're just another stupid female who was kiked from her pack because she was weak and useless." With a rude sniff, he tore away the hind leg and stalked away. His ears flicked and he faced her. "Fight?" he repeated, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. "Hah! I could knock you over with one paw."

Even though his words were bold and cocky, the look in her eyes unsettled him. She looked dark and menacing, with cold eyes that seemed to hold no emotion. She moved like a pro, and Nameless was unsettled by that as well. Or maybe it was the way her sharp teeth had just ripped off that shoulder, or the way Nameless could hardly see her in the dark shadow of the forest. Whatever reason it was, Nameless was starting to regret insulting her.

(Sorry for not replying! I thought I posted. I kept on remdinding myself to post, but I am a very lazy Berry. *-*)

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The far cocked her head, tail lashing out in annoyance at the male. If anyone was smart they would never buck up to Tacora. Her now bristling coat seemed to ripple down her spine with a chilling sensation, huffing some she rotated to face the brute. Eyes scorching in rage and fearlessness. Every ounce of power made her drive her claws into the Earth, canines showing their whites, the sun glistened off the edge of them as she hit the light whirl turning. She spoke now, " Then let's see you try. Considering I'm a weak and useless female who is stupid enough to not hunt then try you pest.." She snarled, a thundering growl echoed deep inside her throat. Getting into a fighting stance she was now in the zone, ready for him to come at her.</sub>

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