This Hell I'm Living(Annie)

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The last of the little birds feathers remained plastered on the young, two year olds face. He had messily killed it on purpose. Now, his paws and faced were stained with it's blood and an angry look filled his eyes. The poor coyote was always so angry, everything he did was for vengeance, any thing that felt like revenge and relived him from the anger, well he was willing to take it over. His ears fell back and he let out a large, high pitched howl. One of pure ecstasy, cruelty. That's all the young pup was able to do these days. His chestnut coat proved it. If another canine was to look at his back flank, a deep pink scar ripped from the middle of his rump all the way around the flank. It was furrless, pink, and he considered it his battle scar, his prize possession. And of course, he was super proud of it.

All in all, he was arrogant. He wasn't much for anyone to want to hang out with. He yawned loudly, making sure to avoid the more stickier parts of the swamp. He liked this place. It was cold, unforgiving, and took many lives. A barking rumble filled his throat at the thought. Oh the resemblance he felt here. The young coyote set the bones and remaining muscle to the bird in front of him as he settled next to the tree. He licked and pawed at the bones, his muzzle a darkened blood and his paws about the same. The coyote must have looked terrifying to anyone who would dare and pass by..But then again, that's just the way he liked it.

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Okay, I'm lost. Annie paused, observing her surroundings. The trees grew large and their vines hung low; they reminded her of gloomy hands reaching out to strangle her. She gulped, the idea making her shudder. Annie noted how the trees blocked the sun- which broke through gapes in the branches to highlight the muddy, sticky trail she had ventured on. The femme wasn't entirely sure she was going to make it out alive; she had run into this place trying to avoid getting killed- but it seems she walked right into another death trap. Annie snorted in annoyance, she was begging a man whom she presumed owned the butchery she had frequented. Usually, a tall, lanky boy tossed her sausage links when she came around- but he was replaced by a large, sweaty brute who had taken out a rifle and started shooting at her like she had attacked him. Her mother had taught her to be an adoring companion of humans, why her plan had failed, Annie would never know. Sighing, she shoved the thoughts from her head and continued on her way.

It had been a little over a half an hour that she had continued down this trail, it seemed endless and Annie was growing weary. Her coat was covered in dust, making it dull and beige in color; while her legs, underbelly and paws were sticky with mud and whatever goo this swamp held. She growled in frustration, Great, I'm never going to get out of here!. Just as the thought ended, a breeze picked up, filling her nostrils with the scents ahead of her. She smelled mud, an unfamiliar canine, and... blood? Her eyes rounded, her ears pricked and her entire body on edge. Just then, an awful cry pierced the heavens. Annie's heart clenched, what awful creature could make such a demonic noise? Annie wasn't about to find out. Bursting into a full sprint, Annie ran as fast as her legs could through the mud, it grasped her legs weakly; trying its best to pull her under.

Just as the mud seemed to clear and she was on solid land once more, she found herself in the middle of a small clearing. She came to a sudden halt; the image in front of her stopping her dead in her tracks. A young male coyote sat under a tree, bones and flesh in a pill near his blood stained paws. Annie gave the coyote a onceover, taking in his equally blood stained muzzle with a few feather scattered in the dust. Granted, she hadn't meet many coyotes, none in fact, but his looks seemed sinister even to coyote standards. A large scar across his pelt and cold eyes. Annie struggled to find her voice- but what came out was a pitiful squeak. I really am going to die!

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When his meal was finally complete, the coyote turned to sniff at the air. He was usually so alert, but nowadays no one ever approached him, so it was okay to let his guard down. As he grew, his muscles grew, his size grew. More simply, he got scary every day, and no one was willing to tussle with him. Not after they saw the scar on his flank, it terrified them. But, now meal time was over and he was ready for a new game. A real hunt, something to amuse him. And just to his pleasing, a dogs scent was on the air, followed by a tiny squeak of fear. A grin played on the coyotes face, and he turned dark, amber eyes onto a strange colored female. She looked terrified, oh how much he enjoyed that look. In a flash he was on his paws, covering the bones with some dirt, but leaving two in his mouth.

Something about this female's look, the scent from her, made him not want to harm her, though his personality was telling him to get over it. At first, he stared at her, fur bristling, a snarl playing on his lips. But, he couldn't keep it up for too long. Something about it just felt...wrong? Could that even be real...? But he knew she wasn't going to run away. The scared, small ones never did. Fear glued them to the ground. It always did. As it was obvious was going on with this female. The coyote lifted himself to a dominant stance, letting out another, light eerie howl. His tail flicked and he trotted up to the female, ears perked and the bones in his mouth.

His tail gave a friendly wag. Why are you being so nice to her? Chase her away, brag, snarl, do something. But DON'T be friendly!! His conscience screamed at him, but the idea never left his head. Lowering his haunches to the ground, he dropped the bones, pushing one with more fresh meat toward the female before him. His tongue lolled happily out of his mouth and his hard eyes softened just a bit. "What is there to be so scared of?" He questioned, giving his head a light tilt. It was an interesting look, as when he did it, one ear stood straight up while the other lowered, bending into a crease. Maybe it was an attempt to make the she dog more comfortable. But then again...Why did he want her to feel comfortable, when every instinct on his body screamed no, no, no? 

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Annie began to tremble slightly, his sharp teeth glistening at her tauntingly, she could only imagine what it would feel like to have those sinking into her neck, slowly draining her life blood. oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! But to her amazement, the big coyote softened his posture, relaxed his body language and approached her. She stopped shaking, now curious. Annie's body sprang to alarm once more when he left out another blood curdling howl. If you're going to kill me, do it already! she wanted to scream it, but she couldn't find her voice. She really wasn't a match for him, she was agile- but something told her he was quicker than her. Probably due to hunting his food.

To her surprise, his tail began to wag. Was he getting pleasure from the image of her entangled limbs, broken and bleeding? She then noticed the two bones in his mouth. Was he going to mock her? Get close and snap them in two, showing her his strength and what would eventually be her bones? She could only guess.

She then stared at the bone at her paws. It still had flesh on it, beckoning to her. Annie wanted to dive for it- as she had wasted her energy running around the swamp trying to escape the beast only to run into him. But she wasn't about to let her guard down- not until she was convinced he wasn't going to turn on her. "What is there to be afraid of?" Annie wanted to roll her eyes, are you serious? she wanted to say, but again, she didn't want to anger the coyote. Then he tilted his head, and she had to admit, he looked kinda cute, NO! he basically threatened your life! With this reminder, Annie looked at him questionably, "Getting my throat ripped out." Annie believed honesty was the best policy, even with strangers.

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"Getting my throat ripped out."Came the females simple answer, and the coyote felt himself sink as though he had been scolded by the pretty dog. His ears lowered and his tongue closed back into his mouth. He lowered his body back to the ground and beganto nudge at it absently, like a kid who was too upset to do no more than to play with his food. His chocolate brown eyes lifted to gaze at the female, the words 'i'm sorry' appeared on his mouth, but he couldn't manage to force them out. Instead, he wanted to howl his feelings, which was much more natural to him. Yet, he had seen the way that this female had acted to it, so he once again, kept his jaws shut.

Looking back over to her, he decided to start with something more simple. "I'm Archer." He responded to her statement, ears pinning in a light kind of submission that was on his face, yet his body remained tense. After a few moments, he flicked an ear, "I'm sorry I scared you." His voice was gruff, but not threatening, somehow sincere as well. His eyes once again fell to the she dogs pretty, spotted coat. She was something to look at. Even though his instinct wanted to scare her, he really didn't want to..

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The coyote lowered himself to the ground, submissive and nonthreatening. At the change of body language, Annie relaxed slightly and softened her eyes. Annie gazed into his deep brown eyes, regret immediately settling into her stomach. Annie sat on her haunches, continuing to read the male. He seemed to have an avast amount of inner turmoil. Whether that was for the situation at hand or he was more conflicted then most, Annie had yet to discover. She had the feeling he was used to being feared and liked it that way, but that didn't explain why he wasn't chasing her away and nipping at her heels. Perhaps Annie was reading him all wrong. She scolded herself at being so insensitive, offering a tiny smile at his introduction and apology.



Annie allowed herself to lay down in front of him, keeping her left set of legs under her for a quick get up if need be. Giving a lighter, bigger smile Annie replied, "Annie, its nice to meet you Archer. I am the one who should be sorry, we seemed to get off on a bad start, I didn't mean to say such mean words.". Annie bowed her head in shame, although he fear wasn't unwarranted, it did cause her to hurt another's feelings and Annie didn't want to make any enemies, especially one so strong looking. The sun's beams broke through the overcast, highlighting the coyote's cocktail of browns and grays. She stared back into his eyes, "And thank you very much for the bones, I have to admit, finding food by myself is much harder then I had previously thought.". Annie lowered her head, moving in to take one of the bones and pull it close to her. Giving off a polite smile, she began to rip small pieces of flesh off the bone.



note: It's totally fine! No rush c:

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It wasn't long before the pretty female in front of him began to calm down and speak normally. She even lowered herself to the ground as he had done. With this, he gave his tail an excited wag as he too, began to gnaw on the other bone. There wasn't any meat left, but chewing on the bone to get out the marrow was healthy for his teeth - not to mention it made them much stronger. As the female once again began to speak, her learned her name was Annie - a pretty name to match her pretty face. Though he didn't dare say that out loud. Something was already making him wary of how he wanted to act around her, he didn't need to flatter her just yet... Yet was the key word. He would wait for just the perfect time. When he wanted to be, Archer could be real romantic. He had once brought his sister a ton of flowers when she was sick, bring her fresh meals and providing company and protection. The thought burned a hole into his stomach and his eyes dropped to his paws. He missed her. But, he quickly shook off the emotion, turning his attention back to the female.

She was explaining to him how she should be the one that was sorry, that they had gotten off badly and the coyote was glad that he had a chance to fix it. If he had feelings to be nice to her, well maybe being nice to someone could help ease his angry side and maybe add back the compassion that he had once felt so deeply - Before the wolves had taken the only thing that he had every loved away from him. "Can't say my howl could have been much better. I'm used to it scattering a whole herd of strays." He chuckled lightly and awkwardly, not sure if this female was going to find it as interesting or funny as he had. Archer seemed to have a sick sense of humor to the other canines around him, he was going to be much careful with what he said around Annie.

Flicking his ears, he gave his tail another light wag, before speaking up again, trying to keep that gruff and eerie tone out of his voice. He knew it frightened others, though he usually care so little to hide it. Something about Annie was telling him to keep it locked away - not to scare her and ruin what kind of friendship they could have. Friends? Since when do you have friends? His mind screamed, but he pushed it back. He wantedto be Annie's friend. And what he wanted, he got - even if it meant taking it by force. "Not the best hunter huh?" He barked, flicking his ears and a cocky smile turning into his face. "Well, I tend to be pretty decent, let's fix you up." There was a tone of teasing, yet fun in his voice as he bounced to his paws and began to weave through the swamp, the flick of his tail indicating for Annie to follow.

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Annie noticed the happy wag of the other's tail, her heart squeezed. He looked like this was one of the best days of his life, and if their first few seconds of meeting each other was any indication, he didn't get the chance to make friends. Annie smiled and gave a happy wag herself. The coyote continued to gnaw on his bone whilst she stripped hers clean. Annie tail still had a soft wag, to show all her intentions were friendly and was not here to challenge. "Can't say my howl could have been much better. I'm used to it scattering a whole herd of strays." Annie nodded, "It isn't your fault, some of us are just cowards." Annie had never been fearless, or courageous. She wished she had the guts to speak her mind but it always feel on deaf ears. Some said she was too soft toned, needed to be more assertive and speak up, but yelling was just unnaturally to Annie.

The femme licked at her chops to clean up any blood that may have stained her chin, not wanting to look like a slob during her first impression. Annie tilted her head when he made the observation in the form of a question, "Not the best hunter huh?" That's an understatement Annie giggled lightly, "Is it that obvious?" She teased lightly, "Well, I tend to be pretty decent, let's fix you up." Fix her up? The way she saw it she was going to have to give him an extreme makeover! Thoughts pushed aside, Annie watched as he stood from his laying position, beginning to walk towards the dense forest. Annie shot up and trotted after him, trying to match his sleek movements but only managed to trip and run into tree trunks and under growth, occasionally slipping on mud as she tried to match his stride. Standing next to each other Annie was only a few inches shorter then he, but his long legs strode out and it was impossible for her to keep up.

"D-Do you think you could slow down please?" The tone of her voice came out a bit agitated, which she hadn't meant it to but she didn't want to have to run be his side until they reached where ever they were going.


notes: ignore my table, its doing its own thing I guess lol

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The coyote was so focused on getting out of the damp part of the swamp, that he hadn't even noticed his companion falling farther and farther behind. Her irritated tone made the coyote snicker, she was so small, so inexperienced. But he barked an okay and slowed his pace, leaving her head somewhat near his flank. He walked as slow as he could without tripping or standing still, though it was quite the challenge for such a slender, quick-footed canine like himself. Eventually, he found where he was headed and paused at the sound of scurrying, he instantly froze, ears alert and he flicked Annie's chest with his tail, trying to keep her silent and still. When the squirrel came into view, he smoothly dipped his head to the she dog beside him. "Watch how I kill this, for you will be taking the next." His tone was hard, as though he were now all business and the fun and games were over. The coyote took hunting really seriously, as it was the nature of survival. If you were alone and unable to hunt..Well you were screwed. He was hoping that Annie was just nervous and would soon turn out to be a natural.

After he was sure he had her full attention, he turned his attention to the prey before them. His chose victim was a small, unique looking squirrel. It was so gray - obviously old - it almost looked white. It was a weak hunt, too easy. But, it was still a demonstration to the less experienced, and the longer he waited, the darker it would get. Then it would be much harder for a successful hunt. Lowering his slender body, Archer slithered around the outside of the squirrel, keeping his body in the shadows and the wind was upwind, keeping his scent and sight away from his kill-to-be. When the attention of the squirrel was elsewhere, Archer slowly stopped his wide circle and began to close in. The prey was oblivious to it's attacker - though that probably was because it's hearing was going.

Racing forward, Archer snapped the squirrels waist into his mouth, throwing the squirrel into the air and then catching it in his mouth with a sickening snap of the spine. The prey was dead before it even had time to comprehend what was going on. Archer licked the blood from his muzzle then he turned his attention back to Annie. "The throwing in the air is just a trick of mine, you don't have to do that. In summary, your best bet is to do a wide circle as I did in the shadows until it's attention or back, is completely opposite of you. Of course, you neeed to make sure the wind is blowing your scent the other way. If by chance it's not, you will have a real quick chase on your paws. But, you're small and apparently agile, so I can't see that setting you back too much." He paused flicking an ear and licking the squirrels fur down and gently plucking it out. "Anyway, when you do see your chance to go in for the kill, take it quick and don't waste a second, bite for either the throat of the spine. Usually the spines easiest as all you have to do is snap it, but if you can get the throat either, just make sure to bite hard." Another flick of his ears before he scratched dirt over the squirrel and paced in the other direction, making sure his pace was slow enough for Annie.

He brought her to another clearing where prey was lively. "Your turn. Take your pick." His bark was hushed as he stepped back into the shadows to keep out of her hunt, watching with wild, excited eyes for her to start.

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Annie nodded as she listened, her eyes penetrating the squirrel rustling the leaves for hidden treats. She crouched lower to the ground as Archer left her to circle around. She perked her ears to listen for his movements. As big as he was, he was surprisingly stealthy. Annie crept forward quietly, getting a better view of the unsuspecting squirrel. The squirrel suddenly perked up, looking straight ahead into the bushes next to Annie. She sucked her in her breath to keep the squirrel from moving. Then its head snapped to the left and Annie gave a short breath. He must have been found. Although she never attempted to hunt squirrels or any wild game, she knew they were very adapt with their senses.

She gave a little start when the coyote burst through the right and caught the unsuspecting squirrel. Throwing it into the air and snapping it between his jaws. Annie blinked, sitting up straighter. He began to address her an Annie came out of the bushes, her head slightly lowered in submission. He began to go over the dos and donts of hunting, she had her doubts about being agile and quick enough to surprise a rabbit or squirrel.

He lead her to a clearing a live with kill. Annie began to feel doubtful of being able to catch one, but she shook them out of her head, departing from the coyote and stalking against the light wind. She rounded to the left, giving off a light shake to catch the various preys attention. All their head snapped up, eyes pierced on the bushes. While they were distracted, Annie crept further. Getting towards their backs, Annie prepared herself to spring, building power in her back legs.

She locked eyes on the closest prey, which happened to be a brightly colored chestnut squirrel. Annie readied herself, launching out of the bushes and startling the prey. She rounded on the squirrel, which was younger and much more reactive then the one her partner caught. Annie stumbled and fell slightly behind the fleeing squirrel. Regaining her footings and chasing after the squirrel, Annie came towards its heels, reaching out to snap her jaws around it's tail. The squirrel squeaked and turned quickly to nip it's buck teeth at Annie's nose. Annie let out a yelp and immediately let go, shaking her head, stunned. The squirrel and the rest of the prey escaped, leaving Annie stunned in the middle of the clearing. The female pawed at her nose, seeing a small stain of blood on her paw. She looked down at the ground, dejected.