To Shriek in Tune (feoraptors)

[ferabird]

Alright, here's the deal. This may take longer, but I want to make sure everything is ordered here. I want everything on the same page.

Rules
1) One feo per post. The posts are getting too long when someone's posting for three or four feo's at once. I'd actually prefer one per person, but then we'd probably not have enough.
2) Post template. Please make your post, and then beneath the text post a picture of your feo. If you can't get links to work let me know, and I will set one up for you to use. The sigs FP is making are also acceptable.
3) Be descriptive! I don't want pages, but I want to be able to picture what your feo is doing. I want to be able to give a confident responce.
4) This thread was formed for uncivilized feos. If you want to bring in a character and hold a conversation, you're best doing that in the other thread. These characters are all but completely feral. Simple phrases. As few words as possible. Use body language! It's not that we're stupid, it's that we're animals.

Setting
A beach setting at the ocean's edge. The water -is- salt water. I'd not suggest drinking it. There's only a shortish span of beach, and beyond that is something more like open plains than open dunes. Prey here ranges from crabs to fish to various other shellfish on the beach itself, with mice and various other rodents as one comes further inland. The grasses shield larger prey, and should one go much further inland there is sparse and then lush forest, each yielding the prey one might expect. There are also the occasional band of wild horses, but those will be rare to come across and require more than one feo to hunt. In this setting a lone feo eats a mouthful at a time.

[ferabird]

It was amongst the rolling hills of silt and sand that this beastie prowled. Tall grasses that flourished upon salty waters swayed here- stirred by the fairly constant breezes that blew in over the waters. Everything here stank of the salts, and the resident creatures tasted of it. Not far in the sands became more firm and solid, held in place by the great swatches of tall plumed grasses. A female, young and aspiring to create a shriek of her own regardless of the bullying involved here runs. Hide was laced with a network of scars, the origonal color something of a dirty sandy hue. It was very possible indeed that a great amount of said sand had been scraped deeply into her hide during combat. Even lengthy ears were tattered here and there, these framing either side of her skull, and once-bitten muzzle protruding forward. Most visibly remarkable about the female were her eyes, an intense and hateful gold. She was oddly silent in her endeavor, but then again talk was for those too weak to fight. The only thing audible about her as she made her way through the sparse grasses was the rustle of the vegetation, and a sort of grinding of earth as her talons churned through the turf. A nasty one, this. She didn't need to be reasonable. She knew what she was after, and she'd have it.

[ferabird]

Deviating from the expanse of rather nasty salted water (she'd tried drinking it once, and would not repeat the mistake), Gladiator's Model slowed her pace, one that had been much like a wolf's untiring lope. Now at as sedate a walk as she ever managed she oriented upon the dunes, somewhat tattered ears of considerable length pricking in a mute search for prey. She was as much a predator as the next feoraptor, though her eyes oriented more upon action than color or pattern. And with the tall grasses rooted in the sand swaying with the slightest breeze, it became exceedingly difficult to locate anything that might have been moving through them.

A simple beast she was, her intense aggressive emotions acting as fuel in place of any food that had long since passed from her body. After hunting of course she'd have to move inland and look for one of the streams that ran in abundance. Now however her mind is exclusively focused upon the locating of her next meal, her scenting fouled by the residual stink of salt. Thus she relied for now upon eyes of bright and hateful gold.

[Dawby]

Tucked away in the tall grasses and reeds that grew wildly at the banks on the stream, hidden to view, Fire's Ash lifted one heavy eyelid, disturbed from his comfortably nap by the barely perceptible swish of vegetation. His scaly nostrils flared, inhaling the faint scent of female before snorting it out again.

Female. Now that could be far more trouble than he was interested in meeting just now. He'd just left behind a whole pack of the things and was not eager to run into another just yet, especially as this one smelled faintly familiar.

He rocked his weight back to his hindquarters and rolled to his feet, surprisingly gracefully for a creature built without arms. He was careful to keep his body low to the ground. Best to leave now and avoid a possibly explosive situation. He would follow the stream towards the darkness of the forest and do some hunting.

[ferabird]

Feh... in Gladiator's mind... that mass of nonsense was already forgotten. This female wasted none of her time on the irrelevant, and clearly that collective had not been worth her efforts. Too many females. Too many males wanting to speak and reason. She wanted none of them in her shriek....

Again though- already this had been dismissed as unimportant. It was the swivelling of ears and sweep of cold eyes of gold that was her focus. Must find mvement. Must find food. Primal perhaps, but at least she was not the sort to get so worked up as to forget these basic things. Now- as of this moment while the male's scent might have been faintly present, her own sense of smell was muddled by the stink of salt. For now she'd dismiss that as one possibly clinging to herself, as she'd rubbed past a fw of the feos in none too kindly a fashion upon her way out. Fire's Ash will be luckily undetected for the moment, though to counter that luck, her own hunger-fueled pacing was taking her similarly inland. She'd certainly have a better chance of hunting in the woods, wouldn't she?

[axis]

Goddess' Messenger wasn't quite sure why he was here... There were a multitude of reasons, really. Being unable to speak gave him plenty of time to think, you see... He'd fit in better here, he supposed, than amongst the babbling, useless brethren he left behind. Still, it was a risk to even be seen here, since he was already claimed into a shriek.... But mostly, he just wanted one thing with all his heart... he wanted her to be here. She consumed his thoughts, made him forget to check the winds as his path led him ever closer to the rather violent Model. Suddenly, something ran across the breezes that did catch his attention... it was food. A rumbling in his stomach reminded him of how many meals he'd missed... He stalked towards the scent, eerie white eyes glittering.

((-_- I dunno why I'm rping him.. I got bored and thought you could use some help over here, Fera... I guess.))

[Sith Lord FP]

((lol this is going to be amussing...a demon touched and a celestial touched in the same rp XDDD that is definatly going to cause problems XDDDD))

[axis]

((Yup ^.^))

[ferabird]

Keeps her way inwards.... constantly inland. Prey was all-important at this point, and the further in she got, the more she was able to detect of past scents. PRey here... there. Mice. Lizards. Nothing but the smallest of mouthfulls. She could do better. Oh so much better. Further now, her speed again picked up.

[axis]

He sighs, following the scent as it crept up his nostrils temptingly. What WAS it...? He was angry with himself for not finding out what it was sooner; after all, he was no Fragile's Rock, half deaf and blind and nose-less! (no real offense to Rocky-poo meant! ^.^) Finally, his senses told him he was close... It was.. something large and musky, delicious smelling. He could practically taste it right now.

[Dawby]

Fire's Ash padded through the underbrush, following the stream. Fish for dinner would have been nice, but his sharp red eyes did not catch sight of anything worth eating.

A fat, nervous hare bolted at the sight of him, and the undead feoraptor changed course instinctively, charging after what he hoped would be a good snack.

[ferabird]

Finally this frustrated female hit the more lush greenery preceeding the treeline, salive dripping from her muzzle as she scented greater prey... more indeed than the petty scraps in the dunes and grasses. And as the tell-tale rustling and breaking of plantlife cued sudden and violent motion, she too would break into a run. Why hunt after all when one can bully another's kill away? Towards that scuffling she goes, lips drawn prematurely into a threat display snarl.

[ferabird]

(Come baaaaaaaaaack!)

[axis]

He paused, hearing the sound of running to his right. More rustling indicated that whatever he had hunted for was now on the move, startled by the sudden noise. If he could have, he'd have growled. Turning from his former prey, he moved towards the sound of multiple bodies running...