Impressions, Sombody wake me from this nightmare...

[Cass]

Opening Opinion Courner:
Perfect song that comes to mind- Animal I’ve Become, Three Days Grace

Yes, it is possible for female canines to demonstrate marking with the upraise of leg rather than squat. My grandma’s beagle, Maggie, for example, does this. In other news, Hell yeah! Muse is back and ready to go. Me and Crys are well prepped for things this time… I hope. Role-playing skills have increased and you’ll find I play Aurai better now than before. Let’s turn up the base, and get this party started, yo!

A large and fimble grin spread across the blood stained maw of a sickly looking bitch as she finished spraying. It was approximately fifteen feet in circumference, rippled from the focal point of one very lone, torted, and charred birch. Each inch of the ring was thoroughly sprayed with the fae’s own perfume, not a single space untouched. This was her territory, and she was determined not to be swayed easily. Even up the tree trunk her yellow liquor glazed, her bitter proof of self-proclaimed dominance. She had demonstrated her superiority by lifting a leg rather than the usual female squat. In her mind, she was just as strong minded as any brute if not even more so.

It had taken a good day to finish the task, and at last night was drawing upon the dreary timberlands. With a lithe turn of her thin body, she darted to the base of the tree where the mutilated corpse of carrion laid waiting. With raved and haughty appetite, she tore messily into the sour meat of what had been the partially eaten boney leg of a sickly quadruped. The soft rotting tissue dribbled down her chin and neck as she indulged in her glutinous immorality. The gore quenched her bloody thirst, the meat, even if humble, slid thankfully into her starving gut.

However, the meal was very small and it ended quickly. Lustfully she cracked the bones for the marrow, lapping the red and porous treat greedily. Afterwards, she stared angst-filled at the ground before her. Without warning she let a shrill bark, and began to lick the ground furiously, trying to reap the last drop before it was gone. Only seasoned dirt met her rough tongue, to her dismay, and she gave up after her efforts failed.

Curses hissed through her teeth. “-world! Does it find such amusement in my pains? Does it laugh at my pathetic existence? Well screw it back. Oh how I crave to turn the misery it’s wrought upon me up its own hind. I'd made it regret its actions... I'd penetrate it so rough and deep... Its internals bleeding from every gash I beheld..."She growled, laying her ears back and tail high. With a deep vibrato growl, she lashed out at the tree, pulling a strip of dead bark off effortlessly with her claws.

The anger died down, leaving her whining rather self-pitifully. “Damn you mother gaia… look what you’ve done. Look at what you’ve done to me.” She cried into the air, exasperatedly, laying her head on her paws as the last of her energy was drained. “I give up..."

[Crys]

Ooc// All fear Crys! Lord of the Cruddy post! >.>'

[Death before Dawn] Making a pack wasn't a simple thing to do. Oh no, not at all. Not only was there the marking of territories, you had to find territories worth marking, first. Not just any old hunk of land would do. Oh no, not for Nysk's pack. Pack... Feh... Jaezailet would be more than just a pack! It would be his Kingdom! And of course, he'd be the best ruler in all of the packs that had ever been upon the face of the world. Much better than that bastard brother of his, Volz. And definately better than the fool Melandru who dared oppose him. Oh yes. Nysk would take his army of superior lupine, and drive Melandru, pack and all, straight down to hell. Taye included. Then he could claim Melandru's land and females, and rule like a god atop the world! In the mean time though, he'd have to first claim lands of his own, and find his army of superior lupine. Otherwise, there was very little chance he'd be able to do more than scratch the surface, with Melandru's little bodyguard pack following him around like starving cats. Nysk meanwhile, was almost finished marking a large span of forest that would appear as completely useless to most wolves. It was dry and burnt, and full of marshes in odd locations. No prey animals were to be seen, so why the hells would any sane wolf want to claim it as their territory? Two reasons. Number one being Nysk couldn't really be concidered completely sane. Number two of course, was that it would be a great place to toughen up some of the more timid members that he'd get stuck with at the beginning. That, and pups. They'd need training. Nysk was distracted from this pleasant thought, by a scent that rivaled his own. His almost lazy trot quickly turned to an outraged sprint, as he searched for whatever moron had decided that they would impede his magesty Nysk's domain. For a few rushed and desperate minuets, Nysk thought the feind might have fled. If that was true, then he wouldn't have the pleasure of killing him. Strings of curses were dripping from his muzzle like blood, as he slashed out at random trees that he passed. Whoever he was, he would pay! Mighty King Nysk came to a jolting stop, skidding a few inches as he spotted the culprit. Who was indeed, not a 'he' at all. Nysk opened his jaws in a twisted smile. All the more fun then. Lull her into a false sense of calmness, before tearing open her chest and watching her slowly die. That would be an interesting change from the usual pattern of search, mark, eat, sleep that his days usually concisted of recently. Slowly, he padded foreward to meet the she-devil who had dared mark on his territory. "Hello deary." He spat. "Having a little nap now are we? On MY territory." He hissed the single word. "No no, I think not. You want to know what I think? I think you should show some respect in the face of royalty." Nysk narrowed his eyes, glaring down at her. As he had shown in the past, he had nothing against slaughtering innocent she-wolves, and this bitch was anything but innocent. If she thought she could get away with this, she'd be proven utterly wrong in a few minuets, when her precious blood was being spewwed all over the tree she had claimed as her own. Blood that he would spill. It would serve her right, for thinking she could outsmart the great Nyskalimun Blaquraine Sparrowfeather. [No one will ever change this animal I have become]