06-12-2009, 12:42 AM
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Is Dawali near Brennt’s hideout or blocking his way? >__<;;
500+
The predator ran immediately. He had been so close and yet she had lost him again. A quiet growl was emitted from the warrior, and yet, as she had thought upon the first time she had encountered Brennt, she was thankful at least that this creature provided her with the opportunity to fight and to learn. Her mind raced even now to conceive a way to overcome him, but she knew that at times thinking would do nothing. Here, there was only the chase, and she must chase him until he was caught. It was the only way. The only thing that she could do was to use her speed and agility to close the space between them. And so, when she saw and heard the predator take off, she too threw herself, abandoning silence for speed. As the black fae ran her body was low to the ground, her feet quick as she leaned into the corners to pursue him. And yet, he continued to evade her.
Cwmfen had been expecting him to throw another obstacle before her. But while she had been prepared, she had not closed the distance enough to make the obstacle unavoidable. Once more the warrior was forced back, rearing as she twisted her body to being hit and needlessly wounded by the objects upon the thing she had recently known to be called a shelf. The woad bound ears flickered back against the loud sounds even as she turned back around. She took off immediately, her steps careful and yet swift. The black fea knew, however, that the predator had bought the time that he needed. The predator was keen to throw these obstacles, she thought briefly as she passed as quickly as she could below the lowered wall. Another opponent, a different creature who thought differently than the primitive mind of the yellow-eyed male, would not have thought to create obstacles but to evade her by taking lesser known routs at random. The tactic utilized by her quarry was effective, frustratingly so. But that frustration, like so many other emotions experienced by the warrior, was diluted. There was more determination than frustration that compelled her now.
When she reached the open path, the warrior took off in the direction in which the strongest scent trail led. But soon, with the predator’s scent everywhere, the warrior’s pace was once again slowed to a frustrating trot. The white eyes darted about, drinking in the surroundings as she listened and smelled. Then, suddenly in the heavens she heard the calling of the pied Raven. There was someone familiar, that call said, but it was not the one she sought. And soon the breeze brought that scent to her. Dawali Amara, the woman’s thoughts immediately recalled, matching the scent upon the wind with the scent stored in the vaults of her mind. The AniWayan leader was ahead of her—perhaps he had caught sight of the predator. The warrior, as her pace quickened, raised her maw in a brief howl, raising the alarm to another wolf that sought the same wolf she now pursued.
Is Dawali near Brennt’s hideout or blocking his way? >__<;;
500+
The predator ran immediately. He had been so close and yet she had lost him again. A quiet growl was emitted from the warrior, and yet, as she had thought upon the first time she had encountered Brennt, she was thankful at least that this creature provided her with the opportunity to fight and to learn. Her mind raced even now to conceive a way to overcome him, but she knew that at times thinking would do nothing. Here, there was only the chase, and she must chase him until he was caught. It was the only way. The only thing that she could do was to use her speed and agility to close the space between them. And so, when she saw and heard the predator take off, she too threw herself, abandoning silence for speed. As the black fae ran her body was low to the ground, her feet quick as she leaned into the corners to pursue him. And yet, he continued to evade her.
Cwmfen had been expecting him to throw another obstacle before her. But while she had been prepared, she had not closed the distance enough to make the obstacle unavoidable. Once more the warrior was forced back, rearing as she twisted her body to being hit and needlessly wounded by the objects upon the thing she had recently known to be called a shelf. The woad bound ears flickered back against the loud sounds even as she turned back around. She took off immediately, her steps careful and yet swift. The black fea knew, however, that the predator had bought the time that he needed. The predator was keen to throw these obstacles, she thought briefly as she passed as quickly as she could below the lowered wall. Another opponent, a different creature who thought differently than the primitive mind of the yellow-eyed male, would not have thought to create obstacles but to evade her by taking lesser known routs at random. The tactic utilized by her quarry was effective, frustratingly so. But that frustration, like so many other emotions experienced by the warrior, was diluted. There was more determination than frustration that compelled her now.
When she reached the open path, the warrior took off in the direction in which the strongest scent trail led. But soon, with the predator’s scent everywhere, the warrior’s pace was once again slowed to a frustrating trot. The white eyes darted about, drinking in the surroundings as she listened and smelled. Then, suddenly in the heavens she heard the calling of the pied Raven. There was someone familiar, that call said, but it was not the one she sought. And soon the breeze brought that scent to her. Dawali Amara, the woman’s thoughts immediately recalled, matching the scent upon the wind with the scent stored in the vaults of her mind. The AniWayan leader was ahead of her—perhaps he had caught sight of the predator. The warrior, as her pace quickened, raised her maw in a brief howl, raising the alarm to another wolf that sought the same wolf she now pursued.