Something's Gotta Give

Halo Lykoi · 12-29-2010, 04:21 AM

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She had decided that she had a favourite season after all. She loathed the cold, chilly days of winter and the fucking white matter called snow. It fell from the sky and covered everything with nothing but white and white. One positive thing could be that it became much easier to track pray and similar creatures, but Halo left paw prints behind as well. Her colourful appearance made her inanely visible against white and gray, and that too bothered her. Had she cared more she could have changed her beloved cloths into something more fit for the season’s scarce colours, but she refused to get rid of the lovely dragon born of silk in reds and golds. She couldn’t do anything about her natural coat, copper painted and rich. Perhaps it could make her exotic features a bit more striking, but it was harder to hunt and to come upon trespassers without being detected immediately at approach.

What could be considered positive was that everything froze. The skulls would not be left to rot at an increased pace in view of the sun. The down part was that there were no fresh kills that had gotten their heads impaled and put down by the borders. It was with elegant steps the young Warrior travelled along the well marked borders of her beloved clan. Her lovely face revealed the usual touch of discontentment, and her gaze seemed absent as it was set on auto pilot, tracking the scene from left and right eternally as she moved. The cloth moved fleetingly around her legs, but it was not a source to irritation. She was accustomed to the clothing; it was as much a part of her as the lovely blade strapped to her slender back. Her hand twisted so that a few fingers could brush against the dark sheath where the twin blade rested patiently within. It had been a while since the Triarii had found a concrete reason to use it aside from practise. Yes, perhaps she did miss the less peaceful days when the Dahlians were over them.

Ruby orbs regained soul as they detected movement ahead, near the lovely skulls so neatly lined up to discourage trespassers. The Lykoi woman’s gaze narrowed slightly with the usual expression of instinctual contempt for whoever the intruder was. Halo was deeply territorial, and the trespassers that were so unfortunate to meet her never had a joyful experience here. The discovery of an intruder did not break her elegant stride, as she knew well that she was just as visible as he was. There was no use causing true unpleasantness until she had executed the immerse distance between them. The sword remained strapped to her back, her hips swung as she adjuster her speed slightly. It seemed to be a young boy, definitely a wolf and a stranger to her eyes. Nostrils flared with anticipation, ready to scrutinize and judge his scent. ”Well, hello,” She cooed, voice draped in lovely tones disguising intentions that so easily could be cruel. Clawed fingers tapped against skulls as she passed them, ears enjoying the sound of nails against bone.

A touch of breeze had brought a few strands of dark auburn hair to her exotic face, and she casually brushed it away with an unconscious move with her free hand. He seemed so young, but age had not stopped her from dealing out punishment in the past and it was not likely to change now. To be fair, he had not done anything wrong, but Halo did not need proof in order to judge another individual. The blue eyed boy simply should not have come here, so close to the borders. The woman wondered how his day would be from this stage on. The slender woman’s coal painted fail moved elegantly behind her, but was not permitted to reveal any of the emotions that no doubt were nestled under her skin.

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