saw death on a sunny snow

Miriette morte dre Soul · 12-31-2010, 03:05 AM

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OOC: Sorry if this is a little confusing. This is my first post with this character, omnom. :3 Trying to get a feel for her.

The evening drew to a heavy close around the Dampwoods, the ever soaked ground freezing as the temperatures dropped lower and lower beneath ever bruising skies. The cold had no effect on the thick-furred hybrid as she crept through the treeline, silently, carefully, eyes always on the prize. She was painstakingly keeping downwind of her target as he finally seemed to give up and stop, that vast determination decaying into simple confusion. Bloody reds and painful violets clashed before dying sun, wrapping the trees and the pair of mixed breed canines in a burst of wild, vibrant shades. Chocolate pelt glowed warm hues in the multi-colored dapples of the gently shivering trees, while silvery orbs alighted upon the ginger fellow bent over his pack. A wicked grin slipped softly across wolven cream maw. A man lost in the growing darkness of a winter's night? Easy prey...

Dark chocolate fingers twined into ebony locks, playing for a moment with the end of the loose ponytail. Did she want prey? No longer did Miriette feel the lust for blood of another, but that didn't keep her attitude out of the red zone. What was he doing out here that had kept him so interested in his tracking? She'd only been following him a minute or two before he'd stopped, interested in his pack of things and the strange determination he exhibited as he went. Whatever the fellow was up to, it appeared to be important.

Not that it mattered at all to Miri. The Soul descendant was bored on her walk back to Phoenix Valley, and her nerves were growing to be a touch frayed as she got closer. Really, one would have thought the Luperci miss was incapable of getting nervous- but when it came to the Valley pack and its scarred leader- her father as it were- even Miriette found herself a bit unsettled. She had been intent on killing the man only a short while ago, after all, and here she was returning with hope- could it be called hope? Hope that Jefferson Soul wouldn't harbor any hard feelings for her actions then. She had matured, after all, and now felt comfortable enough in her own skin to believe it was time to return.

She watched from her post against a large boulder, as the ginger male began to smoke. Nasty habit, that was, but Miri didn't mind partaking in it socially... so she was less than bothered with it. The wind changed directions, awarding the brute a good whiff of the coy-wolf's scent, though Miri seemed to care less, climbing up onto the boulder she had been behind to lay out on the chilled stone, gaze settled firmly on the traveling male. "Let me guess. You're not lost, right?" Said she, Québecois-esque french accent darting over her somewhat bored words. He could answer or ignore her, his choice, but she wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

Talk. Think. Walk.

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