Positive Thinking (Virus)

[Oren]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Oren---MIDDLE.png] Oren walked down the center of the trail looking around for any traces of food of any kind. It had been a few day sense he had a real meal. Hairs where what made up his whole diet. Most animals went into hiding from the piecing cold of he winter. Rabbits where easy to get all you had to do was find there hole and dig on the side of it till they get frightened and run out. Oren searched along the ground till he fanily found a small hole. The hair in it was probably not that big, but it would be enough to settle his stomach for now. He began to dig beside the hole hoping it would come out and did not have another escape tunnel. After a while a white fured hair came out of the hole and started to run for his life, but Oren was right on it tail. After a little chase Oren was able to grab the rabbit by the neck and lift it up off the ground. He then added pressured to the neck till it stopped moving. He walked over to the side of the trail and started to eat. The blood of a Hair was cold, bitter, and some what nasty, but this would have to do. The trail was lighted by the sun and the frost made it look like the ground was sparkling before it melted away. The cold wind hit his fur and made him shiver slightly. He hated winter even though it was easier for him to hide and get away from people. In the winter we would usually make a den and fall asleep in till he became hungry and then adventure off like he was doing right now. He kept eating away at the body of the meal till he got to the inside. Then picked it up and flung it away he then lied down and began to lick his mouth and paws of blood. He was going to let the food digest for a bit then go back to his den to think about everything. OOC: Wanted to make something long just for you Virus ^_^.

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Anjeli---MIDDLE.png] It had been a few months since Anjeli had last seen her mother. The silver colored girl was cheerful, though, happy and glad to be around. She hadn't known her mother or father for very long, Pyro and Prince, before they had blown them all off and left. It was a horrible trend on the island of Traum; bad parents leaving their children in some sort of dramatic escape. Everyone seemed to think the rest of the island would take care of their babies, but it was only the few that survived. Three teal lines ran up her face, the outside two looping around her eyes. Her slim build was feminine but nothing flashy; nothing like the stunningly beautiful women of Traum. Anjeli's toes were tipped with teal, giving her feet a glow as they strode across the ground. Today she was exploring the Dusty Moon Trails territory, an area that was known for having Revolt members patrolling around. Thankfully, she was a peaceful wolf, and a few notable members of the Revolt hadn't minded her company. A girl by the name of Joaquin had stayed to chat with her one day, after nearly kidnapping her and holding her hostage. The smell of blood fluttered through the air, and soon she was passing a dead hare. It's carcass lay there motionless, bloody, and limp. Her ears flicked around, the scent of wolf now becoming more apparent to her. She was a little nervous, not knowing who was around, but she put her little heart out there to try and trust the stranger. "Hello, is anyone around?" She asked, her high pitched voice small and delicate.