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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2013 15:28:35 GMT
Delicate paws thundered across the needle-strewn forest floor, the dainty steps belonging to none other than Rebel; the spunky and rather provocative young gray fox. Inhaling the sharp scent of pine, the striking vixen continued her morning jog, eyes focused on the path before her as she sprinted. Narrowing her chocolate brown eyes on a clearing ahead of her, the deep optics widened slightly and Rebel skidded to a stop, scrambling desperately. Gulping, the vixen looked feebly over the side of the cliff she had almost fallen down, after she had caught her breath. "Well.. shit." Rebel managed, then burst into a fit of laughter. This gray fox had never been afraid of near death experiences, such as this one. To tell the truth, there were very few things in all that could phase her. Her tainted history wasn't the only reason why she wasn't scared of such things. Rebel seemed to have been born reckless, and loved to laugh things off. That was also a reason why the fearless vixen seemed to be hard to impress.
"Whoo! Talk about close!" The gray fox yelled down the side of the cliff, her words then echoing off the reflective sides of the bluff. Trotting in circles, the vixen expressed her excitement in a rather playful way. Rebel's ears then shot up as something resembling the sound of a twig snapping emitted from behind her. "Hey, I know I'm rather pretty from afar, but I promise you, I'm just as foxy up close. Now get your ass out here and show yourself." Rebel snapped in a teasing manner. The gray fox loved that word: 'foxy.' Many found it was a perfect fit for her appearance. Her long, bushy yet thick tail that she often used to tease, her flirty attitude, her piercing chocolate brown eyes, and her overall 'bad girl' look agreed to the terms of 'foxy.'
With an impatient snort, Rebel turned to look behind her to see if the owner of the noisy paws whom had created the sound had revealed himself/herself. She wasn't one to wait around for things to happen, and was starting to contemplate whether the canine/feline was just too shy. This vixen didn't necessarily like the hiders, as she herself was very rambunctious. "No, I'm serious. Get out here, before I lose my patience." The gray fox derided, eyes narrowed on the bushes in which the sound had come from.
[ It's my first post, so if I messed anything up let me know! c: ] |
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Post by kevlar on May 12, 2013 0:33:04 GMT
 He was on the trail of something! Days of searching for something to do, something to kill and he had finally found something that he could track down. He was inhaling and exhaling quickly, nose pressed close to the soil and his body tense with energy as he tracked. When he was hunting something that he knew the scent of, he would sometimes bark to give his location to his prey and then challenge himself by speeding up as fast as that frightened animal did.
But now he was sniffing out a fox, something that took him a bit longer to decipher than usual. Was he getting old? Was five years old old? He rededicated himself to the scent, focusing harder as he followed the trail into a bush. He paused where the scent was strongest and his foot stepped on a twig, quite loud, really. When his prey called for him to come forth, Prince Jagger decided that he had better not make this creature mincemeat. Some foxes were too smart for their own good and he had dined on a few of them. But the ones who seemed to fight back and had the guys to talk back to his imposing figure usually earned their right to life, just by sassing him.
When she called for him to emerge, he tilted his head down and then slowly pushed himself through the bush. "Is there a reason you're such a mouthy fox? You have no idea who could have been in that bush. For all you know, it could have been a hungry canine looking for his next after-lunch snack." He gave her a pointed look, from paws to ears. "And you're just the right size for me to pick my teeth with." He commented.
He puffed his chest out, proud of the size dominance he had over the tiny fox but also knowing that he, most likely, wouldn't be killing the small fox in front of her. As always, he was saying something to see the reaction of the other and to see how to proceed with this kind of confrontation. Would she run? Would she bare her teeth? "You're more than welcome to lose your patience at me but I wouldn't recommend it." He added calmly, giving her a sly look that had a gleam of sarcasm to his eye. It was anyone's guess what she would do next. He remained slightly tensed, ready to fight her off but also intellectually ready to snap back a witty retort if needed. |
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2013 0:51:37 GMT
Tilting her head slightly to the side, the gray fox inhaled a deep breath of the canine. Ahh, it had been a while since she had seen a dog of this sort. It had also been some time since she had found someone who hadn't heard stories about her to know that she was, in fact, someone you wanted on your side of a fight. Not only that, but this dog seemed to be oblivious to the fact that she was in a good mood, a playful mood, and that meant trouble. "Is there a reason you're such a mouthy fox? You have no idea who could have been in that bush. For all you know, it could have been a hungry canine looking for his next after-lunch snack. And you're just the right size for me to pick my teeth with." Now this was something. This shaggy thing had just walked in on her playing, AND smart-mouthed her? Rebel mentally shrugged. This would be dealt with easily.
Her countering derision came out in her usual smooth, sassy-toned voice. "Even if you had been some vicious canine, and you're obviously far from that, I could have dealt. You mutts are all the same; always assuming that anything smaller than you is weaker than you." With a simple roll of her eyes, the vixen stuck her muzzle right in the face of the dog's. "So, before anything else unreasonable is ASSUMED, what's your name? Just out of curiosity, that is. It is awfully rude, after all, to deny your name to others." Rebel curled her mouth in a sly smile. Very irresistible. Not only that, but the gray vixen whipped around and tickled the dog's nose with that pretty, bushy tail of hers, teasing him as if to say, 'I dare you', before lashing it out of reach.
"Oh, mine's Rebel, if you wanted to know. Suiting?"
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Post by kevlar on May 12, 2013 6:27:58 GMT
Jagger was at ease with the female. She wasn't anything he couldn't handle and he was satisfied with her reaction. Not only had she taken the bait, she'd also replied with a playful retort, one that he could certainly work with. A small smirk formed on his muzzle and he tilted his head to the side, feigning submission as he lowered his eyes to the ground.
"My name is Prince Jagger but you're more than welcome to call me whatever you want. I don't mind, really..." He trailed off, taking a cautious step back when she put her nose in his face. She was a tiny, feisty little thing and her name suited her well. He was unconcerned with her threat level, which was why his personality was about to range the gamut of options.
"Rebel? Doesn't that mean something like...stupid? Someone called me a rebel once and I didn't know how to react to them. They told me they didn't mean it and that they were sorry so I THINK it was an insult, but I can't be sure." He looked her over a few times, head tilting the other way. "You're a really small looking cat, whazt are you doing in this territory? I might have to call someone for back up if you're trespassing!" He pretended to look frightened of her and took another step back.
"You know, you're really the one making assumptions here...being belligerent and what not. I merely came out of the bushes and wanted someone to talk to." He tilted his nose up in mock disdain. "Now I'm not sure if you're even worth my time." He sneered, knowing that he should go into acting. Jagger's performance was, in his eyes, impeccable. This fox wasn't going to know which way was up with the way he was talking! He had no plan in seeing her again (she was a little bit too....something) so he felt just fine messing around with her head for a while. |
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2013 13:10:04 GMT
Rebel's eyes lit up. "Not worth your time? I'd say it's quite the opposite." She chattered playfully, leaping after him as he started back a bit. Getting right beside him and twisting to put her face in his, the gray vixen was planning on becoming a bit obnoxious, but it was obvious she wanted to get to know the dog. "Luckily, I'm in the mood for ya'. Came around at the right time, actually." Rebel managed a happy rumbling sound right in his face, then jerked it away. She was very confused, but wasn't about to betray it. She did want to make it clear that she knew he was pulling something, though. "What are you trying on me?"
Damn, this mutt had guts to feint emotion in front of her as he was currently doing. But, once again, he had no idea who she was. And she wasn't playing up to be much of a threat, in fact she was summing up quite the opposite with her frisky attitude. That didn't mean Rebel couldn't be a demon if she wanted to, just that she had no plans for it at the moment.
His plan was starting to work, as the fox felt herself delve into more confusion, until she almost couldn't tell which was was left or right. With an abrupt shake of her head, she frowned at him. "This isn't funny. Seriously, what are you pulling?" He was quite the actor, but she could be the actress as well when it came to a love-game; however that was a whole different situation. Her eyes softened as she realized what to do. She was losing this one, so it was time to switch her ground, almost literally. "Hey, Jagger, was it? If I'm not worth your precious time, I'm sure you wouldn't like to join me in a little game. After all, it is a fox thing." Her eyes glittered with mischief. How could he deny? If he did, he'd look like a complete coward, either that, or it would give Rebel more to work with. |
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Post by kevlar on May 14, 2013 3:42:51 GMT
Seeing her confusion, Jagger felt satisfied. Good, now she would question anything he did. She wouldn't necessarily believe or disbelieve the following conversation, something that he enjoyed the prospect of. Now that he had successfully confused her, he was free to behave however he wanted. A position of power that he rather relished in. Maybe it was because she waltzed into the conversation, tail high and confidence pulsing that irritated him.
He was satisfied that he had knocked her down a few pegs.
"I'm pulling nothing, in case you couldn't tell. Which I suppose you couldn't. " He snickered lightly, taking a step back to put some distance between them. A game? Jagger pretty much lived for games, considering that's how he amused himself with other people. But he wasn't sure about engaging with this fox - she seemed a little shifty.
"I think I'll pass on the game, foxchild. But thank you for your offer. You're more than welcome to join me on my hunt, so long as you don't slow me down." He teased, batting at her bushy tail. "Unless you're too much of a coward for a little friendly competition." He'd turned the tables back on her and the ball was in her court. Would she deny? Would she accept?
It almost didn't matter in Jagger's mind; any and everything was a game. They could turn it into a little competition if he wanted to, something that interested him greatly. He'd never had a successful interaction with a fox but perhaps this one could be different - so long as he didn't get hungry halfway through the hunt. |
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