the queen of carthage

Shandom Qi'Vaex · 12-30-2011, 04:47 PM

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Fred, I promise I'll respond fast next time. D:

Word Count: 300+

Perhaps there was something inherently sour about Shandom's passionate desire to live on four legs; he hadn't considered that thought, and probably wouldn't give it much credence anyway. Having grown up in a pack where such a thing did not even exist, and was not spoken of, he saw this power as an unnatural thing, and the canines who were born with the ability as almost an entirely different species from himself. All he wanted, Shandom realized quickly after joining Cour des Miracles, was to live among wolves with similar values to his childhood pack. Etienne would never have allowed itself to become so culturally strange; deep set values and adherence to inner natures was just part of life in the wild North Shandom loved so fiercely. Then again, Etienne never had much outside interaction with the other packs in the area. It was fairly isolated, and lived rather contentedly in its own territory; the last time something happened with another pack, his parents were kidnapped. Shandom, when considering this, thought it rather strange he never discovered the circumstances regarding his parents' assumedly untimely demise.

Regardless, he was becoming lost in the past, an awful habit he was wont to do. Shaking his alabaster head, the large white male grinned at Caprica. She accepted the idea of a deer hunt, which was perfect - perhaps after, they would share the meal together. He could not remember whether or not she indulged in the strange art of destroying delicious meat over a fire; Shandom decided he would ask her later. Perfect! the scarred male exclaimed, and he picked up a quick trot, allowing his nose to follow the scents that lived on the wind. It's all very natural, really, he remarked to Caprica as the pair moved along the vast expanse of territory. Especially in the winter - they are fat and slow, and all the easier to catch.

It was not long before the pair came across a small grouping of deer. Shandom could feel saliva pooling around his tongue; it had been weeks since he had a proper meal, instead choosing to sustain himself on much smaller game. Now, what do you think we should do here? he breathed, quiet enough only for Caprica to hear. He was curious about what her instincts might tell her.

Table by Aly, code by the Mentors!

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