Matthew Joshua Riley (badnewstravels) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-05-14 21:24:00 |
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Current mood: | cranky |
Narrative: Only Animal
WHO: Matthew Riley [Narrative]
NPCs: Random wolf
WHEN: 14th May
WHERE: The woods, currently filled with weres
Matthew Riley wasn't a particularly playful wolf on a normal full moon, but couple that with the fact this was far from natural and he was more than a little grumpy. Only not so much grumpy and more territorial especially over the stretch of land he had roamed ever since he'd first been able to escape the dungeons and as such he'd defended it with a sheer ferocity he hadn't yet exhibited. He'd tussled with several other wolves ranging in size and colour, the telltale marks of the fights scattered over his body with dried blood matting the dark fur and a larger cut running the width of his snout.
Eyes normally a bright shade of blue were now a vivid shade of amber, the same colour which darkened in colour as he caught a scent and a low pitched growl emanated from the depths of his chest before Matt sprung away, movements carrying him effortlessly over the grass and through the woods, confidence present in the gait until finally he came upon another wolf. It was male that much he could smell and it was in *his* territory which rationally didn't make any sense given that the woods were free range for all, but right now the other wolf was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
And Matt showed this by baring teeth, letting the growl deepen and hunching forward onto his front legs, the entire width of his shoulders lifting and knotting together, but it wasn't until the other wolf attempted to move closer that Matt's jaw snapped open in a harsh sound, visceral and grating, almost as though his teeth were scraping against one another with the sudden explosion of sound.
The other wolf's mouth parted to emit a growl of its own, which only served to anger Matt further, evident by the way in which he edged closer, eyes burning a hole in the other wolf's head. It was tense, the standoff, the pair of wolves staring one another down and Matt's stature seemed only to increase with the obvious aggression he was feeling, the raw anger fueling adrenaline and causing strength to flood every inch of the wolf until all Matt could think was *mine*, *take* and *dominate*.
And then it happened.
The other wolf lunged for him and Matt reacted, his head whipped around, teeth closing on the throat of the other, the crunch was undeniable and it wasn't long until the other wolf was emitting a sharp yelp and snapping back. It caught his side, drawing blood, causing Matt to shoot backwards until he tackled the other wolf to the ground, the pair grappling.
There was grunts, snarls, growls and a few whimpered breaths as the wolves vyed for control and dominance, shedding both blood and fur. It wasn't until Matt's sheer size, strength and aggression won out, a final rake of claws had the other wolf giving a slight whine as it dropped its head and as it stilled Matt's growl softened just a fraction given that the wolf recognised the submissive gesture for what it was.
He'd won, the other wolf was admitting that.
And there was a distinct pleasure in that, something in Matt seemed to stir at the sudden elevation to being the victor and a certain amount of righteousness filled his thoughts as if to say this was how it should be and was meant to be. He lifted his head in an almost proud movement, paws padding the ground beneath him as he circled the wolf, the same wolf that was still avoiding eye contact.
Eventually Matt gave it a passing look, a mental note being made of its build, before he simply took off into the dark of the woods. He had a wide territory and he was taking his time with learning it, familiarising himself and making damn certain his scent was all over it so nobody got any smart ideas.
What was his was *his* and that's how it was going to stay.