bloodsport

Sirius Revlis · 05-24-2011, 02:14 AM

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feel free to have them both belly-slink forward and see the bear or something Big Grin just PP siri giving lark directions whenever.

The small hunting party headed northeast, sticking to the unseen trail left prior by the lumbering woodland menace. Sensing the power within his own legs, Sirius felt the first slivers of genuine enjoyment pulse through him, warring with the anger but honing his skill further. Unlike Larkspur, who possessed the ability to remain still and focused and dutiful while watching the domestic herd of Salsola, Sirius was a creature crafted for the hunt. His attention strayed selectively, picking up miniscule prints and scents left by the large predator, and his blood rallied to the fight that was soon to come. Although a somewhat vain and arrogant creature, his faith in his own tracking abilities was rarely misplaced.

They broke through the line of the pines, and the new King's pace abruptly halted. The increasingly dense leaf litter made it difficult to hold the trail, and he was frequently stopped to cast about again, slinking shoulders high as dark nose flurried in the mulch. Silent signals were given to Larkspur, more from instinct than thought, as Siri had always been a primarily lone hunter. The flick of an ear sought hesitation, a sudden stillness commanding attention - The slight wave of a flagged tail signally triumph as the trail was found once more. On this progressed, through meandering fern growth and tough, bristly thistle clumps; About sapling trees and sentinel pines with girth large enough to block the filtered sunlight.

The harsh lands of Salsola finally succumbed to the pull of more mountainous regions. The incline made for slippery ground, and the rangy male had to be careful with placing his large feet, unable to be as instinctively adapted as Larkspur. All his speed and endurance could do little when there was no hare or deer to chase - The two males were heading for a direct confrontation.

Suddenly, sensing a new freshness to the track, Sirius stilled. His legs became stiff, tail held low rather than the proudly dominant mast it had maintained prior. Large ears swiveled, and cunning eyes were keen. They were nearing the source of the scent. The wind blew down from the peaks of Halcyon mountain in the East, and the umber male left the trail, seeking more Western ground so that the bear would not smell their approach. A sharp command was given to Larkspur to remain hidden in the thick brush via flattened ears and similar movement himself. A low rumble had started, much nearer to the wolves that even Sirius might have suspected - The sounds of a bear awakening from its slumber.

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