08-19-2011, 07:47 PM
She took no notice of any of the others, zeroing in on her target who tiptoeing around his herd suspiciously, he already knew something was wrong and she smiled, glad at her choice. The herd bolted as one as the pack of wolves surged out from hiding, power swept through her as her hind legs propelled her forwards with incredible speed. One could be forgiven for assuming that Jace was an avid trainer, that she ran for miles and miles every day to keep her fitness up and while she did train some it was not to that extreme, instead what was showing was the mixed genes of her dual heritage, the speed of a sled dog and stamina of a wolf honed into something far more deadly by the harshness of the arctic and its ruthless demands of its inhabitants.
Her eyes were alight with amber and blue fire that burned fiercely, this was the other side of her that usually only came out when she or her family threatened, the Mother backing down and making way for the Warrior. Any horse on its own would be likely to outrun a wolf but when they were corralled together in the herd they were slowed down by the sheer bulk in motion, safer for those who could not run as fast as the leaders. She caught up to her quarry, growling and barking at him, trying to come in between him and the herd that he ran with. The white stallion lashed out with sharp hooves, a kick that could easily paralyze or kill. She dodged and instead turned her attention to the nearby females, throwing a lot of noise at them and getting them to shy away, effectively putting her between them and their leader.
Then she did something that, depending on your viewpoint was extremely brave or stupidly dumb, she placed herself in his way, gambling with the odds of him simply charging straight over her and trampling her into the ground. Luck was on her side however and instead of crushing her beneath his sharp feet he stopped dead and reared up, fury evident in his face at being stopped by such a ruse. But it was in the nature of prey to fear and of the hunter to be dangerously bold so when she lunged forwards and mocked snapping at his flank, he turned tail and ran from her back towards the corral. She followed closely and hurried him when he appeared to be slowing, only when he was trapped with no exit did he turn to face her.
A furious scream came from his throat as he reared back again, eyes flashing wildly. Jace held her rope ready in her hands and as he crashed towards her, intent on killing this small thing that hunted him, threw the lasso towards his neck. It missed and the flicker of movement sent him clattering back away from her, she reeled it in and held it ready again as they both eyes each other, the stillness unnerving. Steam floated up from his flanks that were covered with white froth and muscles that shivered. Brown locked onto mismatched blue and amber, and with a snort he charged forwards again, and again she tried to capture him with the rope.
Her eyes were alight with amber and blue fire that burned fiercely, this was the other side of her that usually only came out when she or her family threatened, the Mother backing down and making way for the Warrior. Any horse on its own would be likely to outrun a wolf but when they were corralled together in the herd they were slowed down by the sheer bulk in motion, safer for those who could not run as fast as the leaders. She caught up to her quarry, growling and barking at him, trying to come in between him and the herd that he ran with. The white stallion lashed out with sharp hooves, a kick that could easily paralyze or kill. She dodged and instead turned her attention to the nearby females, throwing a lot of noise at them and getting them to shy away, effectively putting her between them and their leader.
Then she did something that, depending on your viewpoint was extremely brave or stupidly dumb, she placed herself in his way, gambling with the odds of him simply charging straight over her and trampling her into the ground. Luck was on her side however and instead of crushing her beneath his sharp feet he stopped dead and reared up, fury evident in his face at being stopped by such a ruse. But it was in the nature of prey to fear and of the hunter to be dangerously bold so when she lunged forwards and mocked snapping at his flank, he turned tail and ran from her back towards the corral. She followed closely and hurried him when he appeared to be slowing, only when he was trapped with no exit did he turn to face her.
A furious scream came from his throat as he reared back again, eyes flashing wildly. Jace held her rope ready in her hands and as he crashed towards her, intent on killing this small thing that hunted him, threw the lasso towards his neck. It missed and the flicker of movement sent him clattering back away from her, she reeled it in and held it ready again as they both eyes each other, the stillness unnerving. Steam floated up from his flanks that were covered with white froth and muscles that shivered. Brown locked onto mismatched blue and amber, and with a snort he charged forwards again, and again she tried to capture him with the rope.