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Post by Zin Siripong on Sept 13, 2010 18:54:42 GMT
Shiny pointy thing caught her eyes and she hopped backwards a little with a snarl, the Prey!Predator moved its hand away and the tense muscles in the female's shoulders relaxed slightly and she stopped snarling, though continued to growl.
Lips curled back warily as the Prey!Predator became smaller, less threatening, hands raised toward her. Voice was steady, calm. Words were not understood but the meaning was and the volume of growling lowered slightly even as she backed away slightly. This place was a dead end though, no where to go. Trapped.
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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Sept 13, 2010 21:32:10 GMT
Guess not Damaris thought. "You don't understand me either, do you little one?" She asked. She decied to treat the young Wolf like she would have treated a stray dog and assumed that the words made no difference, it was the tone and, more importantly, the body language you used.
She followed the other Wolf's like of vision to her falchion. Very slowly, she unhooked the sword and sheath from her belt without actually drawing the sword and placed it gently on the floor, nudging it away with her foot and raising her hands again. Looking over the young wolfs shoulders, she saw that the alley was a dead end.
The options that she could see were 1) calm the young Lycan down enough for her to shift back to her human form, 2) end up in a fight or 3) let her go. 3 wasn't an option as far as Damaris was concerned, sooner or later the poor thing would get herself in trouble and end up hurting either herself or someone else. 1 or 2 it was then...
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Post by Zin Siripong on Sept 13, 2010 21:38:45 GMT
Golden eyes watched the shiny-pointy get put aside, out of arms reach and felt herself relax even further, still keeping wary eyes on the Prey!Predator she allowed herself to examine the other bins in the area. Nothing really worth the effort of digging out to be honest.
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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Sept 14, 2010 9:48:43 GMT
Damaris stayed still and observed the young Wolf silently. She could see that she had calmed down enough to give the other bins in the alley a cursory sniff, although she still kept her eyes on the older Lycan.
Slowly, keeping one hand on display, Damaris fished in the pocket of her jacket. Her knife was in there, as it always was, although she didn't want to have to harm the other Wolf. Her fingers found what she was looking for and carefully she withdrew a small bag of dried, smoked meat. It wasn't the best tasting stuff in the world but during her travels, she'd grown kind of fond of it. After all, it was the easiest way to transport meat without it going off. Plus, it was full of protein and she quite liked having something to chew on after a fight, it helped her calm down.
She opened the bag and held a large piece out to the young Lycan, always moving slowly and trying to be as un-threatening as possible."Are you hungry, young one?" She asked softly.
((Yeah, when you find a werewolf in an alley, you give it jerky... xD))
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Post by Zin Siripong on Sept 14, 2010 10:01:02 GMT
((Sounds like a good plan.))
The young werewolf froze when she began to move, mouth beginning to twitch back into a growl until the scent of food hit her nostrils. Previously folded back ears pricked up curiously, her tail flicked from side to side briefly in indecision as she watched the Prey!Predator do something that made the smell stronger, she skipped backwards in alarm as a large piece of something was tossed towards her.
The smell practically had the youngling salivating, but she made no move towards it. Eyes still locked on the Prey!Preadator in front of her as she shifted her weight in distress, her stomach growled at her and she hesitantly took a step forward, every muscle coiled and ready to move in case of attack.
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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Sept 14, 2010 10:13:10 GMT
Damaris watched the other wolf's reaction to the food she had thrown towards her. Not eating it, huh? she thought. She pulled another piece out of the bag and ate it herself. "It's safe, you can eat it." She said soothingly between chews. She kept herself ready to spring if the younger wolf flew at her, but made no move otherwise.
Breifly, she wished she could shift at will and stay in control, the way that Austin could. That way, she could show the young wolf that they were the same. But then, that might have upset her even more. Besides, it wasn't an option anyway. She swallowed the meat and pushed the thought from her head.
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Post by Zin Siripong on Sept 14, 2010 10:38:12 GMT
Her ear twitched as the Prey!Predator rustled a bit and then began to eat something similar to what she had thrown toward her, she obviously wasn't attacking, hadn't reacted.
The wolf tipped forward very slowly and carefully, she leaned forward - almost flat on the ground - to sniff at the piece of dried meat on the floor. Golden eyes locked on the older woman, the young were quickly snapped at the meat before leaping to her feet and retreating several steps before she could be attacked.
She kept her eyes on the other female as she began to gnaw on her piece of dried meat - it was proving a lot chewier than she was used to.
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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Sept 14, 2010 12:42:42 GMT
Damaris smiled a little at the sight of the younger wolf eating the dried meat. If she could gain her trust a little, perhaps she could, somehow, persuade her to shift back. Although, she mused, I actually have no idea how to do that... The other option was to knock her out and hoped that triggered a shift, but she didn't want it to come to that.
She scattered a few smaller pieces on the ground in front of her and retreated a few steps, staying low to the ground, intending to show the young wolf that she wasn't trying to block her in. She didn't back away too far though, she wanted to stay near her abandoned sword, just in case. After she'd gone back a few steps, she sat on the ground a little way away from the centre of the alley, her legs folded to her side; a pose she could easily get up from. She hoped to show that she wasn't a threat but she wasn't afraid of the younger wolf either.
"There now, you can go past me if you want to, I won't stop you." She told the wolf softly. But I might follow you... she thought.
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Post by Zin Siripong on Sept 14, 2010 13:02:58 GMT
Finally managing to consume the offered meat, the young female watched as the Prey!Predator scattered more around and stepped back.
She tilted her head in confusion, no longer quite so concerned with attack - she had yet to strike out and she had offered food so she wasn't planning to, at least, the wolf didn't think so. She got to her feet and warily padded closer, stopping just out of arms reach and sniffing at her.
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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Sept 14, 2010 13:12:00 GMT
Damaris sat perfectly still and let the young wolf sniff at her, resisting the urge to reach out to her. Instead, she laid her hands on her lap, palms up. She'd done a similar thing as a teenager when a stray dog had gotten into the stables and worried the horses. It had worked then, too. Instinctively, she avoided looking the young wolf in the eyes, an action which could potentially undo everything else.
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Post by Zin Siripong on Sept 14, 2010 14:11:07 GMT
Satisfied with the other woman's scent, the young wolf proceeded to ignore her and sniff out all the pieces of dried meat she had scattered, she was still hungry but for now she had determined the other woman was no threat and began to calm down.
A remarkably human reasoning to be honest, as the wolf calmed, her human mind began to return, comfortably caught between the Wolf's contentment of the moment and the rational of an intelligent thinking being. But with that happy medium also came the curiosity that humanity was famous for - hence why she found herself sitting down in front of the human woman, woman that smelled like wolf, and sniffing at her hands curiously.
Traces of the salty meat, metal and a hundred different things.
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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Sept 14, 2010 20:39:40 GMT
Damaris smiled. That's right, young one, nice and calm... She wondered, as the wolf sat down and sniffed her hands, how long it would take for her to be calm enough to change back, or indeed, whether she even could. She had heard stories about wolves who changed and couldn't get back to their human form.
She shifted slightly, pulled some more jerky out of the bag that was now in her lap and chewed it thoughtfully, her eyes never leaving the younger wolf.
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Post by Zin Siripong on Sept 14, 2010 21:22:13 GMT
Zin, yes that was her name, her name was Zin.
More and more of the wolf's human mind returned as she became calmer. Smelling the food, she greedily moved forward and stuck her nose into the packet - hey she was hungry!
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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Sept 14, 2010 21:37:33 GMT
Damaris cocked her head, interested. Something had changed a little in the way the wolf held herself, something about her suggested human intelligence now. That was a good sign. She resisted laughing as the young lycan stuck her nose straight in to the packet of meat, although her small smile widened. Gently, she picked up the packet, dislodged it from the wolf's nose and tearing one side open, laid it on the ground to make it easier for the wolf to eat.
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Post by Zin Siripong on Sept 14, 2010 21:52:14 GMT
Gratefully, the female flicked her tail as she dug into the food. Her mind beginning to work a mile a minute as the comforting 'here' and 'now' of the wolf's mind began to retreat.
She... had been attacked and bitten and when she'd woken up everything was so loud and smelly and... she had panicked and then.... there had been paws and fur and....
She didn't understand what had happened. But she had control of herself now. She knew who she was, where she came from. She abandoned the food, she had more important things to think about than how to fill her belly - that could come later. The question now was how did she become... herself again.
She looked at the woman in front of her expectantly, she obviously knew something of the situation if how she acted was any indication. It was too similar to the guys at the Training House, the ones who knew what they were doing and what they were talking about.
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