We're Not So Different, You and I {Shard}

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[atrb=background,http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Babycandies/shadetablebg3.png] It was happening again. First it was Sevati who Shade had found taking a nap in his assigned territory. That didn't bother him too much because she was a vixen for one, and she wasn't the same rank as him for another. He wasn't too sure what position of fox this was, but he could tell that it was definitely male just from the scent. That fact alone was enough to make him angry, but he walked, almost slithered along as if it didn't faze him whatsoever. His pace remained unhurried, but it was certainly in a purposeful direction. It wasn't a completely foreign scent that he had stumbled upon, so he didn't bother to raise an alarm with one of the warriors. He determined that this was no intruder fox from another territory, and it wasn't even a loner. No, he remembered coming across the scent before. It was definitely a Fantome fox, but he didn't know them well enough to pinpoint exactly who it might be. The gray fox's triangular ears turned forward and he raised his head, trying to capture as much sound as possible. He couldn't be too many steps away from this guy, the scent was much too fresh. Whoever it was must have come sailing through mere moments ago, possibly in pursuit of something? He raised his black nose again to the air, wondering if there was an intruder after all. What was the proper procedure anyway for coming across wayward foxes? This was obviously his hunting grounds. He had clearly marked it as such, and was given approval for it by his superiors. This sort of thing shouldn't happen. Not only was it against the rules, but the rules existed for a purpose. If there were too many foxes hunting in one area, then how was the prey expected to multiply at all? That sort of planning would drive them into extinction. That was why he was so angry. That and he was a stickler for rules. He would make sure that this rebel would be reminded of them. That is, if he didn't have a good reason for being here. He would at least listen first. Ah, he could hear something coming this way. He leaped up into a nearby tree, masking himself in the night shadow for better camouflage. They could still smell him, but he knew where they were, and they'd have to guess where he was. And so he waited for them to come closer. Word Count: 416 Tag(s): Shard Muse: Okay Music: None

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[atrb=background,http://i775.photobucket.com/albums/yy35/BaileeDanielle3/Survivor%20Guilt/shard2.png] [scrolly:h(440),w(217),sy] Vibrant orange eyes narrowed when Shard first noticed he had strayed out of his designated hunting area. Initially he was about to turn back, but he was suffering from boredom already; perhaps this incident could bring more excitement today. Continuing his exploration, he moved swiftly and at a fast pace until the scent of another filled his nostrils. He couldn't put a name to the scent at first, but it was quite blatant that he was a fellow hunter, not some intrusive powerless scum or anything. Shard couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be given the opportunity to tear out the throat of one of those weak, meaningless foxes. Unfortunately, it was ambiguous as to whether he'd actually be capable of winning a fight so smoothly, but the egotistic male wasn't one to admit to his weaknesses. He continued to wander, and the source of the scent came closer and closer as Shard's travel continued. Eventually he found himself at no less than four metres from the other fox. Slowing his pace to a trot, he emerged into plain sight of the male. Swaying his tail gently with confidence, he flashed him a toothy, proud grin and perked his ears forward in alertness and interest. The other fox was one he recognised as Shade, although he couldn't recall ever having a real conversation with him, one that would give him enough basic information about his personality to predict how he was going to react. Judging by his body language, he was not happy. This acted as simply further motivation for Shard to want to cause trouble. 'Ah, hello there… Shade, was it?' smiled Shard, his eyes darkening with trickery. 'I thought I'd come over to give you some company while you hunted.' Shard's words and body language were borderline flirtatious, of course he had no real attraction to this fox, and was sure that if he did it wouldn't be mutual, but when he was in this sort of mood, he had the tendency to come across like that. 'Don't look so angry, I mean, I can't think of anything much better than spending time with me. You are privileged!' He licked a paw and sat down. This just highlighted the casualness of his gestures; it wasn't like there were troop members to feed - oh no, that really didn't matter right now. ________________________ i got, you want, 400 words it's just, don't stop, tagged; shade this is entertainment, song; none lives are entertainment, sorry for the delay. [/scrolly]

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[atrb=background,http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y284/Babycandies/shadetablebg3.png] {OOC: Strange that this was not at all what I had set out to write! I'm not sure if they will become friends now, lol, but we'll see.} Shade's black, triangular eyes narrowed and his ears spread to the side. This fox thought highly of himself, and said as much in his words. They had only seen each other in passing, and he seemed to remember other foxes calling this one Shard. The colors of his coat were not typical for a red fox, so he stood out, even before opening his smug mouth. “What makes you think I desire company?” Shade asked coolly, creeping down the tree again. Night had set in fully. All of the hunters were likely racking up their catches, and along came this...delay. Somehow Shade managed to control being visibly upset. He wanted to shake with rage. The vixens and the older foxes were waiting for their food. They depended on foxes like Shard and Shade to bring it to them. The gray fox padded forward, straight past the other male, the silver and black hairs of his coat close enough that they brushed lightly against the other's pelt. He then looked darkly over his shoulder, wondering what sort of mischief this reynard was planning. “I was hoping that you were on the trail of an intruder. I may have forgiven you for coming here if that had been the case.” He didn't relish the position he was currently in. There was black anger boiling within his blood for this guy, whose only desire seemed to disrupt the peace. Weren't there enough problems already without him contributing? But the last thing Shade wanted to do was get involved in a domestic spat with his own troop member. “I do not request nor desire your company. It would be best if you left immediately,” he suggested; but though his words were polite, his tone was threatening. He didn't have the patience for this. Obviously Shard had grown bored with such a routine life, and disregarded the importance that his role held. No, it wasn't enough for Mr. Big Shot, was it? Shade had only heard snatches of rumors, but Shard's family seemed to have been in the Fantome troop for quite some time. They probably thought of themselves as royalty. Maybe this guy could not simply accept that he was in such a low position. He probably had no concept of working his way up from nothing. Still, the gray fox didn't put too much stock into rumors. Sometimes they could be completely wrong. He tried to hold back the bitter taste in his mouth that rose up whenever he looked at Shard, but it was not easy. Even if he disregarded what he had heard through rumors, it meant he also had to let slide the comment about being privileged to be in Shard's company. Such arrogance. But it wasn't really for that reason that Shard felt a burning hatred flaring up in his heart. It was the fact that this was the same attitude the Rustique had, just on the opposite end of the scale. Was there no escape? Had he made a mistake in his choice of troops? Would things be better with the Novelle? No, he had to fix this. Starting with this guy. Right here, right now. But he wasn't quite sure how to go about doing that. Word Count: 542 Tag(s): Shard Muse: Okay Music: Nobuo Uematsu - The Loss of Me