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[}Delirium.]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/9g94ll.jpg] The scent was invading her mind, as she clamped her tail down and between her legs, thankful to never be around other members of the pack. She had no desire to be caught unaware by a male, and taken by force just because she was a bitch in heat… The coyote shook her head, her ears falling back as she ran, heading further away from the general hang out of the rest of the pack. She just had to get away, so that nothing could happen to her. So she wasn’t forced to start a family, take care of some pups… Nothing at all like that. Family wasn’t good. It wasn’t strong, it wasn’t loyal. It wasn’t… it wasn’t right. She shook her head, and frowned, lengthening her stride to carry her faster away from her pack. To get away from the potential danger. The constant, potential danger. She skidded to a stop, her expression turning surprise when her claws suddenly made sound, instead of silence. She looked down to see a long black road beneath her paws. She took a testing step, then another, her tough paws making it easy to travel by. Looks like some part of her past had been good for her. Her head was a tad lower then normal, as she shook her coat out, her tail attempting to hide the scent she was emitting, being in heat now. Her movements were slightly, silent almost. Had it not been for her obvious colors against the rest of the area, you wouldn’t even see her. Her eyes were on the white lane, carefully keeping her paws on it, following it like a young pup might as she forced herself to keep call. Well, calm enough that she wouldn’t start hyperventilating or anything. Now, don’t get Kal wrong. She isn’t a fraidy cat. Quite the opposite, really. Unlike many canines of the area, Kal is what you would call an animal not made for pack life. In fact, she resented the idea of the pack life. Hated it even. Not that she wasn’t loyal. Just… she was comfortable with the idea of living in a pack. Working together. She had long ago decided it was easier to be on your own then in a pack. So why was she here now? The answer was simple really. She was here for the safety having a pack could provide. She wrinkled her nose slightly, her teeth gritting together. Safety from everything but your pack mates. Especially if you were a female, and one in heat at that. She grumbled, the sound cold, and almost void of emotion, when she saw a large form up ahead. She slid to a stop, her expression surprised as she stared at the male a few yards in front of her, unsure of when he had arrived. And then, as if to make matters worse, he defiantly wasn’t back. He smelled Embalm. So what was he doing on Rigormortis pack territory. Her eyes narrowed, and she would have approached to call him out, but as it was, she was in heat. And she had no desire to let him get to close to her rear. She stood still, debating to go around him, and ignore him, or to spin around and head straight to Duke.. She paused for a moment, staring at him, before showing him her canines, her positioning aggressive, before she spun around, intent on finding Duke, and letting him know of the intruder. Of course, the moment she spun, her tail flared out for balance, allowed the scent of her being in heat to enter the air, and head straight towards the male. Think the thoughts. "Talk the talk."

[peek-a-boo dino]

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[atrb=background,http://i34.tinypic.com/nwd7p1.jpg] Finally, but probably too late all the same, he caught the scent of a young female. If his nose told him right, she was in heat. Now normally, dino would have rushed over to her and began the sick art of forcebreding, if for no other reason than to upset Duke, Rigomortis leader.But in his current state of thought, he paused and sniffed even harde. A coyote? now what was a coyote doing in this pack. He shook his head. What was wrong with him?he wondered. He took one gentle step at a time, inching toward the female. His head was erect, as well as his tail. He was king after all and would not act like a lowly dog. Each step brought him no closer to the female then the one before, it seemed. Hello pheasant, my name is dino. you may know me as king of the embalm pack. If you could kindly tell me your name, i will not force you into motherhood. it seemed like a nice thing for him to do. by not force breeding her, he saved her a lot of trouble and the rigomortis pack of hunting him down and tearing him to pieces. he snorted. if they could catch him, and if they could tear him to pieces without being torn to pieces themselves.he liked this thought, and continued to inch forward. the only breeding to take place here would be on the females own terms. as he got closer he saw the snarl on her face. anger lit him from tail tip to nose tip. his eyes became slits and he bared whitish, stained teeth. the fur on his ruff rose and a deadly snarl threatened to come out. you dare threaten me you puny coyote. i will shred you and feed you to my pups. forget it, you are going to carry my pups if its the last thing i do! he meant it. no one could piss off this male and get away unpunished, or unscathed. still, he admi her courage. to defy a male of his size and stature took some guts. he liked it. kaiza wasn't like that, or at least not in the same way. his slow advance became a low crouching advance, slow at the same time however. her coyote coat became more so clear and he found himself stopping and sitting up ,admiring it like he did whenever he was with Kaiza. he also found himself checking for wounds. Insinctually, he trotted towards her and attempted to lick the fea's cheek. he also found himself nuzzling her, or trying to. huh... hey. my apologies. he walks and thinks like this he talks like this he hears like this (OCC) he isn't normally like this... enjoy.(OCC) muse high posting with kaliska word count 440

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[}Delirium.]

[atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/9g94ll.jpg] Soft, liquid brown eyes were focused on the male as he approached, ears slipping back, tail tucked closer, and body in the defensive rather then the offensive. She was stupid. She wasn’t going to try to attack him first, but should he make the first move, she would probably get in a bite, before turning tail and running. If there was one good thing about her pure blood lineage, it was her speed. She knew how to get out of scrapes like no other. He took one step at a time, as he inched his way towards her, head and tail held high, and her eyes narrowed at his words. Hello pheasant, my name is Dino. You may know me as the king of the Embalm Pack. If you could tell me your name, I will not force you into motherhood. her pretty golden brown eyes narrowed once more, as she snorted, her position becoming more rigid, as she kept her muzzle carefully shut. She never had parents to tell her how to handle herself around males. She never had a mother to warn her what the risks were, to let your guard down… But then again, her parents didn’t have too. They were the ones to make sure her guard was up no matter what. Family? They were nothing, they were pathetic… They weren’t real. She watched as he approached closer to the young coyote, her eyes never leaving him, as she watched him, snarl on face, fire dancing in her eyes. He spoke again then, as his own eyes silted, and his fangs were bared back to her, as his ruff rose aggressively. Shit. You dare threaten me, you puny coyote. I’m not puny, anyone can see that. I will shred you and feed you to my pups. Forget it, You are going to carry my pups if it’s the last thing I do! She spoke for the first time at that moment, deep southern tones leaving her muzzle with a cowgirl twang, “Fuck that.” Despite the heavy twang in the southern vocal, it was a very feminine voice that left her delicate muzzle, almost seeming to fit in with her southern belle appearance and breed. Oh ya, he hadn’t just found himself approaching a Rigormortis female, but a true blue, straight from the south, cowgirl. She didn’t care who he was, who he thought he was, who he would someday be. But the moment he threatened her with the possibility of indeed being a mother, her defensive posture changed to an aggressive offensive. Family – no. No, she didn’t want a family, from any male. The dog might think he was all powerful, but… No! Not at all. She wasn’t going to be a mother. He wasn’t going to make her. His advance became a low, crouching one, and her hackles finally rose, as a growl formed, snarling out from between her clinched teeth. She was waiting for him to charge when he suddenly stopped, sitting up and admiring her, and instantly shock registered in her façade, before he was shifted to distrust. What game was he playing now. He trotted forward then, and instantly a growl was produced out of her throat, a warning for him to keep his distance. She didn’t need to deal with him right now. Not at all. Of course, she wasn’t expecting his attempted lick and nuzzle. Instantly she jumped back, and away from him, her entire posture on the alert, her eyes cold, empty as she stared at him. What game was he playing? He spoke then, the sounds almost awkward. Huh… hey. My apologies. Once again, for a brief moment shock was apparent on her façade, before she once more wiped her façade’s slate clean of emotion, keeping her face cold, empty, and unapproachable. But honest, What the hell is going on? She spoke again, thick southern drawl coming out in a way that for thus unfamiliar to such an accent, might consider it sexy, even seducing. “I don’t know who the hell ya think you are. But you ain’t gettin’ any closer to me, ya hear? I don’t need any of ya’ll Embalms screwin’ with me… So, how about going home like a good king, huh? ‘Cause there ain’t anything here for ya.” She paused, before growling and adding only because he’d introduced himself and apologized, “Name’s Kaliska. I only answer to Kal.” What female would take a perfectly beautiful name like Kaliska, and shorten it to an almost masculine nickname like Kal? One like Kal, who had no desire for romance, for a family. For love. Because there ain’t none of it that really exists. And that, is that. Think the thoughts. "Talk the talk."