07-19-2009, 11:34 PM
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Ahhh ok! *is blind/dumb* Yeah, that's pretty much what it means. He'll never not be a loner and she'll never leave her pack (but it totally works for them) but they're all exclusive. Requiem got her's first and then I was like "I want one too!" XD
Onus liked to keep to the branches and limbs of trees for that very purpose that had surprised her; most of their kind did not climb trees. All their prey was on the ground and they were meant to dwell on the ground as well. Even though their Optime bodies made such climbing possible, very few took advantage of it. Especially not to stay up in the trees for any extended amount of time. It gave him the stealth and the subtly that he wanted and needed. If he had made no move or sound, no doubt the woman would have been oblivious to his presence the whole time. Such a tactic was ideal for observing things that were not meant to be observed and for sneaking up on criminals. However he had had no such agenda this day. He knew nothing of her past and all were innocent until proven guilty.
The man stayed still as she came closer and openly observed him with her one glowing eye. As she came closer to the tree that he sat in his head followed her movements, watching her just as she was watching him. She was scarred and torn, missing an eye. The female might even be older than he was. He could tell many things from those simple observations. She was a fighter, of some sort or another, and was damn good at it considering she had lived this long. Even now in her advanced age he sensed a strength in her that many people younger than her lacked. They had things in common, the two of them, though he was unaware they lead lives on different sides of the track so to speak.
At her question in response to him his gaze traveled back to the sight of the lake. "Not certain. Could be bacteria of some sort. Or some other such organism." That was as far as he could guess though. The coyote had a basic knowledge of such things, but he was no biologist. His days as a bookworm before he found his mission had given him a cursory knowledge in many areas. Anatomy, biology, astronomy, medicine. They all helped him to some degree or another. He could take care of most wounds, he knew the weakest points on the body and where the vital arteries were. If he were traveling he could tell where he was by the placement of the stars (as long as they were not obscured by clouds, as they were this evening).
Now that she was close his nose was able to pick up her scent and he found the unmistakable odor of the clan on her. It was not surprising. Considering her hybrid nature and her many scars, she outwardly seemed like one who would belong to Inferni. The band of coyotes had been far from his mind as of late. There had been bigger fish to fry. First Conri Church, who unfortunately had evaded him and fled the lands, and then there had been Corvus. Corvus Vendetta was now vanquished, but despite that almost all the man's attention was diverted to his lover and her condition. The most daunting hurdle in his path now was the litter growing in her womb.
Onus liked to keep to the branches and limbs of trees for that very purpose that had surprised her; most of their kind did not climb trees. All their prey was on the ground and they were meant to dwell on the ground as well. Even though their Optime bodies made such climbing possible, very few took advantage of it. Especially not to stay up in the trees for any extended amount of time. It gave him the stealth and the subtly that he wanted and needed. If he had made no move or sound, no doubt the woman would have been oblivious to his presence the whole time. Such a tactic was ideal for observing things that were not meant to be observed and for sneaking up on criminals. However he had had no such agenda this day. He knew nothing of her past and all were innocent until proven guilty.
The man stayed still as she came closer and openly observed him with her one glowing eye. As she came closer to the tree that he sat in his head followed her movements, watching her just as she was watching him. She was scarred and torn, missing an eye. The female might even be older than he was. He could tell many things from those simple observations. She was a fighter, of some sort or another, and was damn good at it considering she had lived this long. Even now in her advanced age he sensed a strength in her that many people younger than her lacked. They had things in common, the two of them, though he was unaware they lead lives on different sides of the track so to speak.
At her question in response to him his gaze traveled back to the sight of the lake. "Not certain. Could be bacteria of some sort. Or some other such organism." That was as far as he could guess though. The coyote had a basic knowledge of such things, but he was no biologist. His days as a bookworm before he found his mission had given him a cursory knowledge in many areas. Anatomy, biology, astronomy, medicine. They all helped him to some degree or another. He could take care of most wounds, he knew the weakest points on the body and where the vital arteries were. If he were traveling he could tell where he was by the placement of the stars (as long as they were not obscured by clouds, as they were this evening).
Now that she was close his nose was able to pick up her scent and he found the unmistakable odor of the clan on her. It was not surprising. Considering her hybrid nature and her many scars, she outwardly seemed like one who would belong to Inferni. The band of coyotes had been far from his mind as of late. There had been bigger fish to fry. First Conri Church, who unfortunately had evaded him and fled the lands, and then there had been Corvus. Corvus Vendetta was now vanquished, but despite that almost all the man's attention was diverted to his lover and her condition. The most daunting hurdle in his path now was the litter growing in her womb.