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Egzist

Elizabeth stepped out into the open outdoors, inhaling the scent of the fresh air happily. After being cooped up for hours while the squads of army men passed their house, she was just grateful to be out of the disgusting house, the air inside filled with the stenches of death and moldy food. She ran a hand through her brown hair, freeing it from her shirt where she stuffed it to get it out of the way. The long tresses caught the fading sunlight and turned almost auburn. This damned war sickened her. She hated the constant stream of soldiers, some injured, some dying, moaning and begging for food and water. It was pathetic, disgusting and dull. Elizabeth stood in the sun absorbing its warmth a long moment until her mothers shrill voice called her back into the stuffy house. With a sigh of irritation, she stuffed the silken locks back and turned to the house, walking back towards it.  

[Egzist]

Another Nomad

Misae leaned down low as she spotted the doe eating grass yards away. It would be tricky to get near her from there. Misae looked around soundlessly. A small plan formed. She grabbed small stones by her and started to climb up the tree closest to her as silently as she could. The werewolf managed to find the right height taking a position with which she could do the task in. The white locked maiden aimed shooting the rock as far as she coud past the doe then another in two other directions having the doe confused and running in her direction soon. Misae crouched timing the landing to the last moment . The doe fell onto the ground as the woman pounced on it. With a sigh, she prayed to her werewolf ancestors for the hunt and thanked them for her skills she recieved from them. She than started to do what was needed to bring the doe back to the clan.  

[famished]

Egzist

Elizabeth took a rag and scrubbed at the fresh pools of blood on the floor from the amputation that had occurred only a few minutes before. Her nose curling away from the reek, she tolerated it merely because she had to. Her eyes strained against the dark-lit room, windowless and underneath the house itself. One more hour and then she could be free for at least a while. Elizabeth finish mopping most of it up before she rose to her feet and walked from the room, retrieving a mop and pail of water. She scrubbed hard at the disgusting red until the stained floor gleamed in the lantern light. She left the intolerable little room a moment later, stopping at the window on the stairs to look out longingly at the dusk. Then she demurely averted her mothers gaze, flicking her gaze to the floor to divert her attention as she slunk into the small parlor and flopped into a chair. She resented not leaving this place when she had the chance. She could be faraway by now- maybe by the coast or overlooking the edge of a boat rail. But thus, she was stuck here in this war zone where it was impossible to know when and if you were going to die that day or the next. She exhaled irritably, leaning her head back onto the chair's top to stare at the ceiling.  

[Egzist]

Another Nomad

Her footsteps came to a halt just before she entered the clans den. It was a path between two great boulders that led to their tents made up of their fur they shed and those of other animals. It masked their scent to the animals surrounding them. Misae stepped into her community smiling to her fellow wolves. The blonde dropped her prey off at meat pile with the rest. She hugged a few friends before she went to her home where her father and mother were speaking of the human war and of mating pairs for her. She was well passed that age and of course her parents were concerned. She lost many partners to the human wars and to her own resistance to the males. None of them could keep up with her apparently. Misae ignored them and turned right around to go back to the rest of her clan. She had just pulled off a great hunt by herself, she was not going to deal with their notions of suitors who will let her be at home more. Misae walked towards the healers tent because the elder taught her about things that were useful.  

[famished]

Egzist

Elizabeth took on several chores a moment later, bringing the pitchers down into the cellar irritably. Her worn clothes were stained as well, ugly and ragged and meant for working. Her father grimly smiled at her and thanked her before returning to the soldier whose wounds he was binding. Liz looked away, disgusted by the sight of the festering wounds, sickly sweet with the stench of gangrene. She left the room quickly and went back to the area where her mother was. The older one dismissed her, thus leaving her free to her evening. Inwardly, she was screaming happily. Outwardly, she only nodded and with a tiny smile, turned and left, walking back down the empty hall. She went to her room and quickly changed into a clean tan dress and brushed her hair so that it flowed around her shoulders and covered the contours of her small breasts. Then, pulling on small leather shoes that she'd stolen and kept without her parents knowledge, left the house, locking her door to feign actually being in her room while she was gone. Those two would have punished her had they known of her leaving without permission and such. She ran off towards the woods to enjoy the night as she pleased.  

[Egzist]

Another Nomad

Misae watched as the healer make herbs for later use on the injured werewolves. Misae studied them as she waited for nightfall. Nightfall when she could freely enter her wolf form and do as she pleased within the woods. Misae bowed to her elder and wished the healer a blessed night. Misae turned and exited the tent. She breathed the night air in and watched many others do the same. Misae took off towards the woods turning in the moon light. She felt the her bones shift as well as her muscles. During this process, her clan was about her. The leader in his own great for warned them of the humans and to stay out of sight. At dawn they were to return on time. Misae fully white form nodded and turned to run freely into the woods solo unlike other pack members that traveled with each other.  

[famished]

Egzist

Elizabeth reached the edge of the woods in almost no time, stopping to catch her breath once she was out of sight. The small leather shoes were good for moving along quietly, undetected. She preferred them to the tight, blistering slippers she had to wear anyhow. Her hair streamed and the roguish look overcame her face again as she looked around the woods mischievously, plotting her next grand evening. After a moment, Elizabeth took off again, her little feet carrying her deeper into the dark forest. It was hard to pick up the individual shapes of things with her dull mortal eyes, but she endured, her feet remembering the feel of the woods- a route she constantly used- as she went. In her right hand, she held her little knife, one she'd grabbed from under her pillow before leaving. The war was fought somewhat far from where she lived so the chance of her stumbling upon soldiers- friend or foe- was very unlikely; still, she armed herself for the unlikely chance she'd actually run across one. There had been too many accounts of rape and murder of youth in the past that there was no point in risking it. She came upon a slow-flowing river, broad and black, the churning water caps turning white. She stopped to stare over it, enjoying the cool air it brought with and the roar it created.  

[Egzist]

Another Nomad

Misae wandered throughot he domain acting more on instincts and more playing along. She leap over so many things and ran about. Yet, she was not tired. The werewolf felt like so much had been picked off her shoulders in this form. Misae stopped dead in her tracks. Her nose picked up two things that ended her joyous moment. The werewolf she avoided and human blood. She avoided this wolf because the lowly creature believed he stolen her heart when in fact he made her stomach turn. Misae backed slowly in her form before turning and fleeing the area. She was going to have fun not deal with that ordeal tonight. She started to track down this human blood. Maybe a bear or something had gotten a human. Or perhaps her own clan had. Misae track the foot prints.They were familiar smelling. The tracks repeated themselves. This was the scent that seemed to linger throughout the month. A human solo it seemed traveled into the woods and back. Fearless or stupid. Misae decided though the leader may be angry for it later on. Misae cautiuosly followed the path. She felt rather stupid herself for doing this.  

[famished]

Egzist

She knelt down and dug into the reddish mud, smearing it delicately over her face. It made her feel more savage that way. After a minute, she grew tired with the sight and sound of the river and turned away, walking across, back towards the path with ease. Her eyes had adjusted a little more and she was now able to see her way across the area she knew very well. Why not go in a little further tonight, she thought, her heart beating with excitement. It would be heavenly to break the rules even further by spending more time out. Maybe one day she'd just run away and live in the woods. Of course, she didn't have the skills required to do so- to hunt, to watch out for certain plants, etc. In England, there was no forest: just houses. The only forest she saw, and that thoroughly enticed her, was that of the illustrations in books. She heard a twig crack and turned to see the tail of a squirrel heading up a tree. She grinned at the sight of the small grey creature before it vanished into a tree top. Then she turned and continued her descent into the deeper woods, walking with a slow gait as she took in all the sights and smells of the woods- fresh pine, red bark and ferns. She saw a feather on the ground and picked it up, grinning and putting it in her hair.  

[Egzist]

Another Nomad

Misae tracked using her nose and ears. She paused listening to sound of animals, wind in the trees, and water moving. The white wolf slowed letting the breeze ruffle her fur. She let out a low murmur enjoying it before her nose picked up that scent once more. A human in these woods at this time of night. She wondered. Was it a hunter or a lost soul... It held the smell of blood so perhaps it was an injured solider. Misae growled annoyed. This was not how she intended to spend her evening. Her pride as a tracker wouldn't let her leave it be. If it was a lost being she would lead it to the path to the village and if it were injured solider she would decide whether or not to put it out of its pain. Misae ran on until she came along the waters of the wood and then slowed as she came upon small animals who ran and hid from her in that second of her arrival. Misae splashed some water on her fur cooling herself before returning to her hunt. She was nearing. She breathed the aroma in and crouched using trees and bushes to hide her further. The werewolf paused as she spotted a figure a yard from her. It wore make up of the earth and a feather like her people had done and the other natives of the land. Misae ease a bit still not liking how this human was alone. Another thing that puzzled her was why the native wore leather shoes. The smell of the cow hide made her nose wrinkled. At that moment Misae leaped out and tackle the being to the ground pinning the human...the woman..Her...Misae froze as her fangs nearly touched her throat.  

[famished]

Egzist

Elizabeth, finding herself trapped all a sudden by a wolf, forgot to scream. The wolf raised its head and she was almost nose to nose with it. She'd have panicked, however she realized the wolf would certainly kill her if she made any sudden movements. The snow fur looked soft and silken, but the eyes held a certain calm intelligence that almost seemed human to her. She'd probably have been able to appreciate the wolfs beauty more if it hadn't been looking like it was going to eat her. The wolf moved off of her slowly, backing away a bit as if about to strike a second time, this with the intent of murder. Elizabeth got up a bit slowly and hesitantly, dusting her dress off. She did not dare blink nor look away from it. She wasn't even aware there were wolves in these woods. In all the times she'd been in out here, she'd seen deer, lizards and many strange beasts, however the wolf was never one of them. She didn't move, hoping the wolf would back away so she could run like hell from that place.  

[Egzist]

Another Nomad

Misae maintained a wolf like appearence. She stayed on all fours instead of being on twos like humans did. It was slightly difficult as she was slightly bigger then regular wolves. She didn't wish to blow her cover. Her head hung low watching the woman amazed that there was a human out at night and that it was a lone human female. This made her even more curious about this ordeal. She eased further back watching her clean her dress...where was the blood...Misae tilted her head unsure where it was coming from and now wondered if the other was injured. Misae started to move around she started to circle the woman. She wrinkling her nose smelling her. The blood was old,yet human. She took in the womans long brown locks and dark mud that brought out the irises that seemed almost red. The woman flesh looked fair. Misae was glad she didn't tear or blemish it. Was she a run away? So much was on her mind that soon the wolf conditions were sacking back into natural werewolves where she crouched with one front paw on the ground while the other rested on her knee. She was studying the woman carefully.  

[famished]

Egzist

Uncomfortable by the wolfs odd behavior, Elizabeth didn't dare even twitch a muscle. She wondered if it was rabid: she should try her luck and throw her knife at it as a distraction, before climbing a tree. She didn't know if wolves could climb, but it looked like a big dog, so perhaps it was only a ground hunter. Still.... something about the eyes struck her as odd. It wasn't as if the wolf was ill or even mad, but more like it was trying to read her. The intelligence both disturbed her and lured her in. Her feet moved without her even realizing, slowly taking a single step towards the wolf and putting her weight on that foot. She put her face in a deliberate ignorance. The wolf flinched ever so slightly, but she took another slow, cautious step, keeping eye contact to let the wolf know she wasn't going to hurt it. She stopped a good few feet from it and without blinking, stood there, awaiting it to make its move. Liz hoped it would work. If not, she was about to become wolf food. This was something that had worked on multitudes of horses and mules in the past, so perhaps a great wolf would go for it and not kill her. So she hoped.  

[Egzist]

Another Nomad

Misae's yellow iries latched onto her movement. Even as the stranger move towards her, Misae in turned slowly moved towards her. Her limbs were tense, yet she managed to move so gracefully that Misae didn't look like she wasn't going to attack though she could.As the human was lured in by her she was interested as to why a woman of the humans was out by herself looking like that. She sniffed at her as she made a move that natives did to gain trust. Misae tilted her white mane head to the brunette. What exactly would happen from this? She thought. It wasn't like they would believe this person. Women were hardly listen to she heard from the elder once before. In fact, she was told woman there were treated more like cattle than partners. Misae let her thoughts wonder. She allowed the human to closen and move her head slightly allow the mortals hand touch her fur hoping that would allow the human ease slightly.  

[famished]

Egzist

Elizabeth noticed the little head gesture and cautiously reached, touching the silky white fur, uncertain if what she was doing right. She could see the little tremors in her arms and wondered if the wolf saw them as well. If so, why wasn't it trying to kill her? Its behavior was... strange. Liz really wasn't certain as what to make of the odd behavior, only that it struck her as not quite normal. However it did not and so she ran her hand over the silky fur, admiring how soft it was. The wolf fur was softer then even that of the rabbits who combined together, made her favorite muffler a whole. The strands were medium length, tapering into longer locks. This white beast, if killed, would make such a silky coat. However her intent to kill it only faded, adding to her curiosity of it in general. After a moment, as to not aggregate the wolf, she slowly lowered her hand, backing off a tiny bit from it. There was no point in getting herself eaten by startling it.