06-28-2011, 01:50 AM
Something hyaenid growled and prowled. In the lanky halfer-form that stood between graceful canine-ness and a humanoid figure, she felt more comfortable and safer. Still healing were fresh scars along her back and one side, though the fur had mostly grown back, even if it was a little splotchy along the ribs. Her long, crude claws could make a hell of a scratch, and the uneven posture could up the intimidation factor from a high vantage point. The only drawback was the ever-present sensation of dragging her back feet, as her shoulders were somewhat hulking and pronounced.
Rewdeynetya had been lucky. The trio of jackals who had trailed her were tough. They had torches and crude clubs and even a bone dagger, with the sight of her still fresh in their minds. Turns out a few of the ex-pack members from now-destroyed packs were finding solace in becoming traders, bringing back and forth precious supplies not found around the Nile. Their search for goods brought them to many places, even to other continents — and Rewdeynetya had the misfortune of coming across them again. Denial could only work for so long before they began prying facts out of her, and she began to slip up.
For a couple of months, she laid low after escaping their first attack. Then, after the first job, they came around again and tried to finish her off. One was knocked into the sea, and would never be seen again; Rewdeynetya was burned by a torch for that. She didn't know where the others had went to, and neither did she care. All she could think about was remaining alert, remaining in Secui, and muscling along anybody that tried to stop her from where she was going.
Her uneven footsteps could be heard as she moved awkwardly through the cemetary. Her lupine movements did not match with lengthened front limbs, as the trot typical of a jackal required dainty, sheathed claws and an even distribution of weight. It was very clear that Rewdeynetya was not used to moving in her now-beloved Secui form.
Rewdeynetya had been lucky. The trio of jackals who had trailed her were tough. They had torches and crude clubs and even a bone dagger, with the sight of her still fresh in their minds. Turns out a few of the ex-pack members from now-destroyed packs were finding solace in becoming traders, bringing back and forth precious supplies not found around the Nile. Their search for goods brought them to many places, even to other continents — and Rewdeynetya had the misfortune of coming across them again. Denial could only work for so long before they began prying facts out of her, and she began to slip up.
For a couple of months, she laid low after escaping their first attack. Then, after the first job, they came around again and tried to finish her off. One was knocked into the sea, and would never be seen again; Rewdeynetya was burned by a torch for that. She didn't know where the others had went to, and neither did she care. All she could think about was remaining alert, remaining in Secui, and muscling along anybody that tried to stop her from where she was going.
Her uneven footsteps could be heard as she moved awkwardly through the cemetary. Her lupine movements did not match with lengthened front limbs, as the trot typical of a jackal required dainty, sheathed claws and an even distribution of weight. It was very clear that Rewdeynetya was not used to moving in her now-beloved Secui form.