08-30-2009, 11:07 PM
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Hahah, that’s okay; I just thought that it was funny, ^w^ We can probably end this one? And I know that I told you that we could have an Amata thread after some of the current Amata threads closed, but would it be okay to wait a bit? I’m still figuring out how much time I’ll have with classes and all, OnO
500+
A short nod was given to the white, golden-eyed female. "You deserve to feed upon your kill." The gesture had, indeed, been made out of kindness, for the she-wolf would have been moved to regain the kill for her own feeding. But that compulsion was not allowed to persist, for there was another. A leading wolf would normally feed first, but, at times, the younger or the inferior ranking would be permitted the first feeding. And so the black fae could more naturally allow this foreign female to feed. But, more strongly, she felt that such a right was well deserved.
A soft smile moved across her maw. "I thank you for the offer," the soft melody sang, the woad-banded maw dipping to emphasize her gratitude. "But I would rather the carcass be as far as necessary; I do not wish to attract other predators." Whether it be wolf or bear, weasel or eagle, the new mother did not want to attract danger to her pups. It was not only that she did not wish for predators to come near her pups, but it was also that instinct would not allow Urma to come near them. She knew that the wolves within Dahlia meant no harm, but instinct did not allow for other creatures to come near, especially males and foreign wolves. It was not a personal attack upon Urma. The warrior simply followed instinct, and she did so more acutely in this arena of motherhood with which she was unfamiliar. "This distance is not insurmountable, and I shall feed swiftly." Of course, because of her journey upon the fields of ice, the black fae devoured her meals with unmatched celerity, for if one devoured too slowly, the meal would be contested by another hungry creature. While such a thing was not entirely necessary within the safer lands of ‘Souls, the black fae did not allow such habits of survival to die.
As the white fae sated her appetite and stepped aside, the black fae moved in with a natural grace, lowering her already sanguine maw to the kill. She first took the softer muscles along the stomach, more tender with disuse than the muscles of the legs. Soft growls of satisfaction sounded from the warrior, whose belly was empty. Cwmfen normally did not devour much, but she took several more tears, swallowing them swiftly knowing that much of the nutrients gained by the feeding would be given to the pups. The white orbs examined the fresh flesh of the ungulate, but the woad-bound ears were alerted, swiveling occasionally to listen to the sounds of the forest and the song of the world. It was curious how she listened more interestedly than she ate. Rising, she licked her maw, and once more the woad blue was illuminated by the light of day. The pups would be satisfied, too, with the milk drawn from the blood of deer. "A satisfying kill," the warrior’s melody complimented as she turned her gaze to the white fae. "I would offer you some for the return journey, but the way to Crimson Dreams is long." There was a brief pause. "I will escort you back to the boarders, Urma, if you will allow me." And while it was spoken as an offer, the laws of packs did not allow the warrior to simply allow Urma to walk alone, unattended.
Hahah, that’s okay; I just thought that it was funny, ^w^ We can probably end this one? And I know that I told you that we could have an Amata thread after some of the current Amata threads closed, but would it be okay to wait a bit? I’m still figuring out how much time I’ll have with classes and all, OnO
500+
A short nod was given to the white, golden-eyed female. "You deserve to feed upon your kill." The gesture had, indeed, been made out of kindness, for the she-wolf would have been moved to regain the kill for her own feeding. But that compulsion was not allowed to persist, for there was another. A leading wolf would normally feed first, but, at times, the younger or the inferior ranking would be permitted the first feeding. And so the black fae could more naturally allow this foreign female to feed. But, more strongly, she felt that such a right was well deserved.
A soft smile moved across her maw. "I thank you for the offer," the soft melody sang, the woad-banded maw dipping to emphasize her gratitude. "But I would rather the carcass be as far as necessary; I do not wish to attract other predators." Whether it be wolf or bear, weasel or eagle, the new mother did not want to attract danger to her pups. It was not only that she did not wish for predators to come near her pups, but it was also that instinct would not allow Urma to come near them. She knew that the wolves within Dahlia meant no harm, but instinct did not allow for other creatures to come near, especially males and foreign wolves. It was not a personal attack upon Urma. The warrior simply followed instinct, and she did so more acutely in this arena of motherhood with which she was unfamiliar. "This distance is not insurmountable, and I shall feed swiftly." Of course, because of her journey upon the fields of ice, the black fae devoured her meals with unmatched celerity, for if one devoured too slowly, the meal would be contested by another hungry creature. While such a thing was not entirely necessary within the safer lands of ‘Souls, the black fae did not allow such habits of survival to die.
As the white fae sated her appetite and stepped aside, the black fae moved in with a natural grace, lowering her already sanguine maw to the kill. She first took the softer muscles along the stomach, more tender with disuse than the muscles of the legs. Soft growls of satisfaction sounded from the warrior, whose belly was empty. Cwmfen normally did not devour much, but she took several more tears, swallowing them swiftly knowing that much of the nutrients gained by the feeding would be given to the pups. The white orbs examined the fresh flesh of the ungulate, but the woad-bound ears were alerted, swiveling occasionally to listen to the sounds of the forest and the song of the world. It was curious how she listened more interestedly than she ate. Rising, she licked her maw, and once more the woad blue was illuminated by the light of day. The pups would be satisfied, too, with the milk drawn from the blood of deer. "A satisfying kill," the warrior’s melody complimented as she turned her gaze to the white fae. "I would offer you some for the return journey, but the way to Crimson Dreams is long." There was a brief pause. "I will escort you back to the boarders, Urma, if you will allow me." And while it was spoken as an offer, the laws of packs did not allow the warrior to simply allow Urma to walk alone, unattended.