06-05-2009, 08:15 PM
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From the tall grasses the de Sadira girl stood, silently observing the scene before her two-toned eyes. As if the initial attack had not been any more traumatic, the way that the fallen patrol wolf looked in his state supported by Cwmfen's grasp was enough to give her nightmares for months. He had previously been scouting the borders, walking, talking, smiling, cautious about what was to come. His eyes that were no more had looked to her at one point, his wolven lips upturned in a gentle smile to the pup's presence. There was nothing more to him now, only but the deepening of crimson that leaked from his trachea. There had been a considerable amount of blood that spilt upon the borders, marking them with a permanent remembrance and warning. The blood made the russet of his fur, which was already naturally cinnamon and sanguine, even more of an intense crimson. Draining from his body, slowly but surely, Catalyst could even begin to smell the pungent, metallic scent that was his blood. She had smelt rabbit's blood before, blood of those which was offered to her as prey, but nothing like wolf's blood. Her gaze transfixed between the dead and the warrior, noting the silence Cwmfen was in, and perhaps some key facial expressions written upon her dark facade, but nothing that Catalyst could depict. Her eyes would always draw back down to the fallen adult, her gaze wide and horrified.
Bloodshot eyes now, as it even started to hurt staring at the lifeless mess, Catalyst almost missed the soft voice that was of Cwmfen, calling of her presence. Instantly did her eyes settle upon the warrior, and instantly did a deepening pit began to form inside of her. Although her voice did not raise or lower, Catalyst knew that she had done wrong for coming out here. The ivory girl broke her word to Cwmfen, and she wasn't ready to admit to her fault. It took a minute or so for the alabaster girl to shuffle out from the tall grasses, approaching slowly and trying to take her time it seemed, although her fate with the warrior now was inevitable. Her ears were flattened hard against her skull, her neck hung slightly low. The small extension that was her tail was tucked neatly in between her legs, and keeping her body low to the ground as if she was a stalking lioness, she approached Cwmfen and the male until she was about a foot away, not daring to even go closer than she was. The smell that was radiating from him, from the blood she could scent, it was overwhelmingly nauseating to her. She couldn't even imagine how Cwmfen was dealing with that in her arms. Keeping her head down, her two hued eyes were afraid to meet the colorless white gaze of Cwmfen. A couple of sniffles resounded from her, and she felt yet another crushing wave of tears come over her, anxious and scared to know what Cwmfen had to say about this, but what she also had to say about her being all the way out here when she shouldn't have been.
There were no words to be said from her end.
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From the tall grasses the de Sadira girl stood, silently observing the scene before her two-toned eyes. As if the initial attack had not been any more traumatic, the way that the fallen patrol wolf looked in his state supported by Cwmfen's grasp was enough to give her nightmares for months. He had previously been scouting the borders, walking, talking, smiling, cautious about what was to come. His eyes that were no more had looked to her at one point, his wolven lips upturned in a gentle smile to the pup's presence. There was nothing more to him now, only but the deepening of crimson that leaked from his trachea. There had been a considerable amount of blood that spilt upon the borders, marking them with a permanent remembrance and warning. The blood made the russet of his fur, which was already naturally cinnamon and sanguine, even more of an intense crimson. Draining from his body, slowly but surely, Catalyst could even begin to smell the pungent, metallic scent that was his blood. She had smelt rabbit's blood before, blood of those which was offered to her as prey, but nothing like wolf's blood. Her gaze transfixed between the dead and the warrior, noting the silence Cwmfen was in, and perhaps some key facial expressions written upon her dark facade, but nothing that Catalyst could depict. Her eyes would always draw back down to the fallen adult, her gaze wide and horrified.
Bloodshot eyes now, as it even started to hurt staring at the lifeless mess, Catalyst almost missed the soft voice that was of Cwmfen, calling of her presence. Instantly did her eyes settle upon the warrior, and instantly did a deepening pit began to form inside of her. Although her voice did not raise or lower, Catalyst knew that she had done wrong for coming out here. The ivory girl broke her word to Cwmfen, and she wasn't ready to admit to her fault. It took a minute or so for the alabaster girl to shuffle out from the tall grasses, approaching slowly and trying to take her time it seemed, although her fate with the warrior now was inevitable. Her ears were flattened hard against her skull, her neck hung slightly low. The small extension that was her tail was tucked neatly in between her legs, and keeping her body low to the ground as if she was a stalking lioness, she approached Cwmfen and the male until she was about a foot away, not daring to even go closer than she was. The smell that was radiating from him, from the blood she could scent, it was overwhelmingly nauseating to her. She couldn't even imagine how Cwmfen was dealing with that in her arms. Keeping her head down, her two hued eyes were afraid to meet the colorless white gaze of Cwmfen. A couple of sniffles resounded from her, and she felt yet another crushing wave of tears come over her, anxious and scared to know what Cwmfen had to say about this, but what she also had to say about her being all the way out here when she shouldn't have been.
There were no words to be said from her end.
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