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- Cwmfen nic Graine - 11-20-2008 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... mfenv2.png); background-position: center center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Yay~ 500+ After the pack meeting, Cwmfen had decided that she would take up the co-rank of hunter. She was now of a rank to accept a secondary rank, and, to help this new pack that she joined, the black fae would do what she could. Hunting had appealed to her when she had first met Cercelee in the town square those times ago, when the white Rosea had shared her knowledge of the pack with a curious bluet. She had always considered the hunt to be a type of combat, and her life, having been composed of combating other wolves for food and a place to den during whether when she had travelled as a lone wolf, would easily accommodate such a task. What had intrigued the young female most about the matter was of pack hunting—or even partner hunting. Even when she was a pup, she had never been out on a hunt—her father had forbidden it. What she had learned of hunting had been derived out of her desperate need to survive—especially after she fled from death.... Perhaps she was over romanticizing, but she felt that should she be hunt with even one other, the relationship between them would grow in a away that only combat could allow. The sudden urge to find Slay, whom, she was told by Cercelee, was the leading rank of the hunters, that she had felt after she had gained knowledge of such things was renewed. Now that the meeting was over, and now that the matter at the boarders with the wolf Sankor had been addressed, the newly appointed Circèe set out to find this wolf. Of course, the territory and terrain of Dahlia de Mai was vast and varying; the woad-marked female had no idea of where to begin to look, and because she had only briefly met him at the meeting, she did not know of his habits, of his likes and dislikes—his preferences. But that did not discourage the she-wolf. Cwmfen nic Graine had set out early during that day, having risen before the sun himself. But even with the sun having risen, the world remained in shadowed grey with a crisp, biting air settled upon the land. The woad-marked female enjoyed such weather, and her mood had been light and her step quick. A light mist drizzled incessantly throughout the day, but the gelid moisture had not yet penetrated through the thickening black coat. The Circèe had covered much ground already, though it was only just after noon. She had begun at the town square, returning to scent out anew the scent of the one being sought (the female had discovered his scent upon the land long before, yet she wished to re-sift through the air particles for accuracy). From there, she had made wide circles, trying to discern which direction to take through the freshest of his scents, but most were fairly old, and she ended up taking a wild guess. Along the way, two mice provided a barely sustainable snack, but she felt that she couldn’t stop now, especially when the scent grew stronger. Yet, it had already been several hours, and she could not discern the next rout to take, and she feared that if she chose the wrong one, time would be wasted, and there was an internal clock bidding her in urgency. Finally, the female pulled up, pausing to gaze about and listening to the soft song of the birds and the world through her soul. She felt that she was near to her goal... The black, woad-bound maw lifted to release a brief howl of searching, a low, dark toned howl of silver song. As the alto voice relinquished the call, the black auds pricked forward, listening for a reply. She wondered then if she should shift, but thought against it for now. Her marked forepaw lifted in ancticipation. - Slaying the Dreamer - 11-25-2008 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 11-26-2008 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... mfenv2.png); background-position: center center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 500+ The black, woad-banded aurals pricked forward. There was an answer upon the wind. The voice was profound, reaching out to her ears. The call belonged to a male no doubt; it was vaguely familiar and did not belong to Haku. The only other male of Dahlia de Mai was the wolf that she sought. In reply, the female lifted her maw once more to open for the heavens, giving a brief howl to the hunter, allowing him to know that she would be there soon. The wolf was pleased that she had received a reply so swiftly—perhaps she should have howled for him in the first place, but she would have never known whether or not it would have worked. Besides, she decided that the exercise was good for her. She needed to keep it up if she was going to keep her figure. The she-wolf smiled at herself. Silly girl. He wasn’t too far, if her ears were correct in their estimation. Discarding the inefficient ideas, the woad-marked female set herself in the direction of the caller and set off at a swift lope. Her movements were especially smooth at high speeds, and she seemed to glide over the terrain with the ease of an otter through water. Her breathing was even, and she remembered why it was that she had wandered for so long. No boarders could confine her. She pushed herself harder, curious as to what speeds she could obtain. The world about her became a blur, and the cool wind whistled in her ears, but she never lost sight of her quarry. The scent trail grew stronger once more, and she found herself in a familiar area of the pack. Leaping gracefully over fallen logs and wet rocks, she knew where it was that she was going. The graveyards. She was not aware of what exactly that locale was named, but it did not matter, necessarily. One day she would need to know. Cwmfen slowed gradually to a leisurely saunter. She found that she was only slightly winded, and was glad that her endurance still remained with her. Picking her way carefully through the wet, slick undergrowth, she made her way to the graveyard. The scent of the wolf Slay was thick here—it was the first time she had been so near to this particular male, and she knew that it would continue to be that way should she decide to become a hunter beneath him. Slowly, as the tombstones came into her view, so too did the form of the dual-coloured male. Both colours of his coat were her favorite colours. He was pleasant for her to behold. Approaching, she dipped her maw in greeting. "Hello," she said lightheartedly. The silver tones were like a melody of spring. "I’m Cwmfen nic Graine." Cercelee had given the names at the meeting, but, because this was her first encounter with the Head Hunter, she introduced herself formally. A light smile graced the woad-bound maw. She was excited to have finally found this particular wolf, and she hoped that she could learn much from him. Despite her excitement, she remained true to her initial shy tendencies, and she was at a loss for words. But she continued, hoping that there would be some action soon. "I have sought you because I am interested in taking a co-rank of hunter. Yet, before joining this pack, I have travelled on my own." I have always been alone.... "I am unfamiliar with the concept of hunting in groups—or even in pairs...." She smiled sheepishly at the male, embarrassed for her ignorance, and uneasy because of his gender. She wanted to directly ask him to teach her what was involved in such activities, but she fell silent, awkward with this new acquaintance. The white orbs looked up questioningly at the male’s pale blue eyes. Perhaps he would understand the unsaid question. - Slaying the Dreamer - 12-12-2008 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 12-13-2008 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... mfenv2.png); background-position: center center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Heheh, X3 700+ The black, woad-banded aurals pushed forward at the sound of his voice. It was a pleasant sound, and the tones of that sound were amicable, not belligerent. Not threatening. The she-wolf smiled, enjoying the sound of her own name on the dual-coloured male’s tongue. Her name was often unheard by herself—she gave it often, but not many said it. Perhaps they found it difficult to pronounce, but this male had a certain aptitude for it, and she found it strangely pleasing. He was informal with her, casual and comfortable, and it eased her troubled mind. She found that her shoulders had been tense, as if expecting to be rammed into, and she slowly relaxed them, exhaling slowly to relieve her body of the tension. Momentarily, her white eyes found the ground as if searching for some lost trail, but they lifted to find the face of the male, as if it were he who lay in the way of her path. She peered at him, intrigued. She was intimate with the lupine customs, and his allusion was not lost upon her. Cwmfen smiled a smile that almost seemed to challenge the other. "Perhaps it is time that someone did bare themselves to you...." Her diction was deliberately vague, deliberately ambiguous. The timidity of her character seemed to fall away momentarily, revealing a part of that warrior that lay dormant beneath the sheets. The white orbs locked onto the pale blue ones. They were like the blue sky in the white dawn, so clear and vast. She let the silence fill the space between them, and then she filled that silence with inaudible words—questions, requests. The black, woad-marked plume waved once—twice—wildly in the air, as if gesticulating the ferocity that flickered within her soul. Then, suddenly, she had retreated back into herself, drawing the covers over that bold warrior. The smile lessened in intensity as did her gaze, and she blinked slowly as if brushing some indiscernible thought away. As if emphasizing the change of character, the fae lowered herself to a sitting position, listening to the other speak. She was not so much surprised as relieved to hear that he too had experienced solitude. It was not as if she were glad that he had been there, however, but relieved that they were on common ground. She felt that he would understand the situation that she was in, and perhaps that would lend to the way in which this matter of hunting would be presented. I've never pulled off tandem before... You know, pairs. The white orbs widened slightly before turning towards the earth as he winked, a shy smile upon her woad-banded maw. The black ears flattened against her marked head, embarrassed. She was silent, unable to reply in any way. If her fur had not been so black, her might have been able to see her blush, for she felt the heat rushing to her face, emanating from her in waves that pulsed in the air about her. She did not quite understand why she was reacting in such a way, but she could not help herself. Thus, the black female avoided eye contact at the moment as she attempted to gather her composure. The woad-marked female was glad when he broke the silence, and she found that she was able to return her gaze to him. His choice of vocative, while she knew it characterized certain manners of speaking, mad her feel uneasy, though not in an unpleasant way. This male seemed to be able to subdue her effortlessly into her shyness. Her tail wagged once. She was excited. "I’d love to," the silver tones replied quietly. The smile softened as she rose from where she sat. Tentatively, and yet deliberately, she closed the distance between them so that she stood abreast Slay. The white orbs looked up at him. The nearness was to the extent that she could feel the warmth of the larger male, could smell his scent all about them. She was, perhaps, surprised to find that he was a luperci also. She had seen not seen him shifted, she thought, referring to the pack meeting. Averting her gaze, she considered the possibility of asking him one day, perhaps when she became closer to the male—if he’d let her. - Slaying the Dreamer - 12-15-2008 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
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[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 01-08-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... mfenv2.png); background-position: center center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> That’s okay, ^=^ Would you mind having a thread with her that takes place more recently? 700+ Cwmfen listened quietly as the dual coloured male began to list several species that frequent the Dahlian territory. She’d tasted plenty of rabbit—not all were trapped in her jaws, but many that she had pursued had found their final abode within them. Fish were an interesting thing to hunt—quite different from anything that traveled on land. She rather liked the taste of it; perhaps that was due to the fact that she had grown up eating it, as her father, who hailed for a country that favored such meat, had often brought it to her and her mother.... As for turkey, she was not necessarily fond of fowl. It was not that the taste was displeasing to the black fae; it was merely that she prepared the tastes of mammalian flesh. Of course, she was not a picky creature when it came to such things, and she would willingly and eagerly follow the black and white wolf’s choice of quarry, whatever it may be. However, when he mentioned deer, the black fae’s curiosity was invoked. She had never tasted the flesh of deer freshly killed before. She had scented it in her most desperate days, when she had trailed packs carefully so as to not be detected. The frenzy of the packs’ eating had excited her, even from such a distance. And the unique smell of hot blood was unlike anything she had ever scented before. It was a creature that a wolf was destined to prey upon, but she, as a lone wolf, had never tasted it, had never hunted it. She had only come across old, frozen meat of carcasses mostly eaten. But the few scraps that she had managed to scavenge in those desperate winters had been delectable to say the least. She simply could not imagine what the meat of the fresh variety would taste like. Perhaps that prospect had been one of the few reasons she had joined a pack, and she hoped now that the male would provide an opportunity for her to experience such a thing. She turned those white orbs to the male, catching the strange look in his eyes—one that tugged at her, invoking a response instilled within the most basic of instincts—but it was gone was he spoke again. A light but clear smile graced her woad-marked maw as her woad-marked tail waved several times behind her as she trotted with fluid grace. The young female responded eagerly, but her excitement was well contained and scarcely discernable (perhaps a hunter would notice?). "I’m already enjoying myself." Her words were genuine as the white eyes smiled at him. As she walked abreast the dual-coloured male, her timidity began to fade, and she allowed her soul to become accustom to the presence of the male. "If you wish to leave it up to me," the alto melody began quietly, "I would love to try and pursue a deer...." She was thoughtful as she spoke, and her nose twitched as she scented the air momentarily for the ungulates he claimed were near. The female hoped that the hunt would be a successful one—if it wasn’t, she was sure it would be her own fault for inexperience at such hunts. "I’ve never tasted the meat, nor have I ever hunted them." Of course, she had watched them, but a single wolf, especially one of her unremarkable size, could not take one down, and so she had stayed with the hunting of hares and mice. The woad-marked female wondered again what manner of wolf Slay would prove to be, for she knew, perhaps better than others, of the darkness that must lurk in the hearts of all creatures. Thus far, there was a warmth in his personality that she found that she enjoyed. It was something new about him that she could not place, but she found that her curious nature was leaning in towards the diamond-marked male. The white orbs briefly flowed over the male wolf. While the luperci form had its uses, she would always admire the form of the natural wolf, and she could not help but admire his larger, broader build. Slowly and diffidently, her gaze returned to the unmarked path ahead of them. She was silent for a moment more before she built up the courage to ask him. (She was never really a social wolf.) "Do you hail from these lands, Slay?" Perhaps the use of his name was intentional and held some sort of meaning, but if it did, she did not let it show. The woad-marked female figured that this inquiry was most harmless of all that were currently flowing through her mind. - Slaying the Dreamer - 01-08-2009 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 01-09-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... mfenv2.png); background-position: center center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Hahah, me too~ 500+ "I’d like that," she replied quietly. Cwmfen smiled brightly at the other male, returning his gesture. She liked to think that he was sincerely responding to her desires, that he sincerely wished to show her something new. But somewhere, she was wary, and she feared that he was merely being a polite and cordial host to a she-wolf that had sought him out. She sighed quietly at herself, for she often grew frustrated when she did not know how to read situations—but she wondered if anyone truly did. Of course, she knew that she was one who was not socially adept, and so she felt that she could do nothing but dismiss her frustration and ignorance. Experience would be the only way to remedy such a thing, if there was anything at all to remedy (she did not know). For now, she remained silent, pondering the possibilities of his words, needlessly perhaps, but at least she kept herself busy and alert. The white orbs quickly passed over the bare trees about them. She peered through the naked obstacles with a calculating gaze, observing the open fields to which their paws carried them closer. The black female thought that she caught the scent of the ungulates, but it was brief upon the wind as they moved, and she was unsure, having not pursued the large prey creatures before. She wondered how close they were getting, and she was eager to stretch out her legs in a wild run with her heart pumping to the song of the hunt. The white orbs turned towards the dual coloured male, who had seemed to be deep in thought as she inquired about his origins. The she-wolf’s mind wondered briefly what he thought of—the hunt, perhaps, as her own mind currently considered. When he heard her, the pale blue gaze turned towards her. They seemed to consider her before she received an answer, and the white eyes gently met his gaze directly, trying to peer into him to understand. A soft, serene smile spread across her maw as she listened to his reply. "Snow..." she breathed quietly, and the silent sound of its floating decent sounded in her mind. "It sounds like a beautiful place...." The black, woad-marked female loved the wintertime most, for she found nothing more beautiful than the land covered in newly fallen snow, or the snow falling so lazily down to the earth in the darkened, overcast world. The smell of the cold was something familiar to her, and she new that such days were soon and longed for them. "Dreamer?" She repeated the name. Cwmfen liked it, for it reminded her of an age old tradition. "A Warrior is always paired with a Dreamer." She knew that it was not the same, for Dreamer was his name, not an innate ability (at least, she did not believe it was). But she found this to be highly coincidental, and she did not believe in mere coincidence. The black wolf smiled at the thought. "What made you leave your homeland—" Before she knew it, she had already asked the question; she had caught herself too late. She hoped that she had not tread upon thin ice, for she knew nothing of his history. The female knew that it was possible that his story was as dark as her own, and perhaps he did not want to say. Quietly, she tried to fix things with a, "I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that," and a light smile, but if there was indeed thin ice, it was probably too late. The woad-banded aurals flattened against her head apologetically as she looked away, lowering her gaze. She let a silence fall, before she was able to drag her eyes from the trail directly ahead of her paws. She tried to direct the conversation back to the hunt. "Where is this place that deer frequent?" - Slaying the Dreamer - 01-13-2009 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 01-14-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... mfenv2.png); background-position: center center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 500+ When Slay spoke again, there was something strange about his tone. Cwmfen couldn’t quite place it, though she felt that it wasn’t of a buoyant nature. The woad warrior tilted her head slightly as she wondered to herself. However, she decided to answer his question, her tone cautiously gentle. "Where I come from, the packs have warriors and dreams. The former is self explanatory. Dreamers, are... well, they Dream. Once a wolf reaches adulthood, he or she goes off alone to experience their Long Nights—a rite of passage. During this time, the wolf discovers what they are meant to be. Dreamers also discover dream animals, which guide them in their dreams. These dreams are extremely symbolic, but they tell the future." The female paused thoughtfully. "Sometimes a warrior will get a Dream too, but it’s never as prominent as a Dreamer," she murmured, almost to herself. Then, talking to Slay once more, she concluded. "A Warrior and a Dreamer are mutually paired, for a it is not good for a warrior to enter battle without the aided visions of the Dreamer." A smile danced upon her lips, and for a moment, a wild fire was in her eyes. The female was certain that she was a Warrior, but she worried—who would be her Dreamer? Perhaps the gods would bless her with a strong Dream. Then the dual-coloured male continued, answering the question she so greatly wished had never left her mouth. She listened silently to his tale. She knew that such isolation was dangerous, but she never thought that it would go to such extremes. (Even with the experience of her travels, it seemed that Cwmfen was ignorant concerning such matters.) Incest. A dry smile crept upon her maw. Her own father wished to do the same to her. She herself did not know why he so desperately desired to mate with her, but she suspected that it must be of a similar reasoning. The woad-marked female knew all too well the frustrations of confinement, and of the life of confinement that awaited her should her father ever find her. As the male fell silent and quickened his pace, she did not press him to complete his thoughts. If he felt the desire to tell her the rest of the tale, she would hear it. But such familial pains were never easily spoken of. Quietly, almost inaudibly, she offered an, "I understand." The woad banded ears flattened against her head as she regretted once more having brought up the subject. The she-wolf did not like to cause such discomfort in others. The black fae was relieved when the dual-coloured male accepted the subject change. Having been unable to meet his gaze, she lifted it, facing him as he spoke. She made a mental note in her head of the place he described—perhaps it would be useful to frequent the area on her own sometimes, if only to familiarize herself with the topography. As he described his plan, she listened intently, nodding to herself as she struggled to allow herself to visualize the concept. "Sounds like a plan." The woad-marked female smiled back at him, glad that he did not seem put off by her slip up. She did not mind his giving orders, as she herself was unfamiliar with the concept of pair hunting. In fact, she was quite relieved for it, for she would rather him instruct her in these ways than have to struggle, perhaps to no end. The black, woad-marked plume waved excitedly behind her. She had a sudden craving for fresh deer meat. "Are we far?" - Slaying the Dreamer - 01-14-2009 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 01-19-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... mfenv2.png); background-position: center center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 500+ A light smile flickered across the young fae’s maw. "I do not believe in coincidence." There almost seemed to be something enigmatic, something dark, about the way she stated that fact. And yet, there was something else flickering there, something lighter. "The Dreamers...well, they Dream." She laughed momentarily before continuing. "Dreamers are no different from the rest of us. Merely, they are connected more deeply to the gods and to nature, and this happens naturally—they’re born this way. Their Dreams come naturally, but they can call dreams too." She paused, considering Slay momentarily. "It is possible to discard a dream. It happens to some. The same Dream cannot be regained, however. A new one must be obtained." Pausing once more, she continued to answer his next inquiry. "The Long Nights are a rite of passage from childhood into adulthood. We go out into the remote wild on our own to experience nature and the gods more acutely. It is with the Long Nights that one discovers their Dream." Perhaps, if he truly was a Seer or a Dreamer, he would one day allow himself to let go of the past. She would definitely want to be there with him. As he signified their nearness to the deer, the female turned her maw to sniff at the indicated grass. Then she lifted her gaze to the male once more, listening intently to his instructions. She didn’t want to mess up, especially when she herself was looking forward to sampling the deer meat. Nodding curtly, she smiled her understanding and turned to do as she was told. When he spoke again, she paused, looking over her shoulder with an understanding smile. "Perhaps the excitement comes in not knowing." Then she slipped silently through the dying brush. The circle she made was wide, perhaps overly so. Yet, she felt that it was better to be careful than not. She could smell the deer, but she couldn’t see them. Silently, she picked her way through the foliage, careful to not make a sound. She knew that even if she were to make a sound, that it wouldn’t necessarily ruin it, for many animals that didn’t threaten the deer would be walking through the forest. But once more, she was exercising extra caution. When she approached the bubbling river, she paused at its bank, considering the distance. It wasn’t a large one. Backing up, she bounded several times before leaping over the cold water. She barely made it, but she cleared the water with the graceful arc of her body. Satisfied with this small feat, she continued on her way. It wasn’t long before she found the deer. There were three of them, and all of the deer were does. Cocking her head, she wondered briefly where the buck was before she returned to Slay. "There are three does; two are younger and the third is an older one," the woad-marked female reported cheerfully. "I’m not very familiar with the organizational structures of deer, but isn’t there usually at least one buck?" She was curious, for she was unsure. But she hoped that it would not matter, and that the hunt would soon take place. - Slaying the Dreamer - 01-21-2009 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 01-22-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... mfenv2.png); background-position: center center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I hope you don’t mind if I start the hunt, ^=^;; And once this thread is over, I’ll start the next one, if you want ^=^ 500+ Cwmfen smiled gently, a thing touched with the warm kiss of the golden sun. "A Dream cannot be killed, Slay. Only lost." She paused for a moment before continuing. "But by denying it, you would have pushed it away. The same dream cannot be regained and it will take on a different form—I think. You are beyond your Long Nights, but you are not beyond regaining the Dream. It can be found again, should you wish to pursue it." The silver toned melody paused once more, only this time, as if hesitant. The black femme held her breath for a moment before releasing it quietly, deciding that it would be better to speak. "When that time comes—If that time comes, Slay, let me know. I’ll do what I can to help you." A timid smile spread across her woad banded maw, the similarly banded ears flattening upon her crania as she let an awkward silence follow her spoken words. This male of her pack intrigued her. She didn’t know in what way, but she knew that if he required it, she would give him her aid. As the diamond marked male voiced his thoughts and gave his commands, the woad-swirled female nodded. A small, imperceptible smile was on her maw. But this smile was different than the one she had given him. It was fiercer, wilder. And it lingered upon her lips as if ready to disappear. The wild of the wolf seemed to liven up from her as she prepared to hunt. With a silent nod, the black female rose and turned, leaping back into the trees to retrace her steps. This time, however, she would bring back the life quarry to the Hunter. Woad banded toes pressed silently and swiftly into the soft dirt and decaying leaves. Her muscles trembled eagerly beneath her coat as they itched to chase down the deer. Upon reaching the river, she leapt over it once more, this time without pausing in her step. The scent of the deer was stronger now, and her mind seemed to switch modes. Her body was low to the ground as the white orbs became alert. Her sense of smell was heightened, as was her sight and touch. Carefully, she pushed through the foliage. Despite her excitement, when the deer were in view, the black body grew still, as calm as the unmoving water of a wasteland. Briefly, her eyes left the two targets to find where Slay was hidden. Through the trees and distance, she could barely see the black and white of his fur, but then, she knew what she was looking for. Satisfied, the white orbs chose one of the younger animals before she forced her body through to the open grounds. She startled the deer, and at first, for a split second, they froze. But then they were off, splitting up as they ran in panic, expelling that maddening perfume of fear. The smallest of the females, the one she had chose, flitted off in a random tangent, and she lost it immediately. But with lightning speed, she turned and pursued the remaining young deer. The change in plan had caused her to fall behind, but she closed the distance. Cwmfen snapped her jaws audibly, teasing the air between them. She knew that she wasn’t supposed to kill this, and she wasn’t going to. It was a fear tactic, one that worked with many other animals. And besides, the speed of the prey was barely beyond her own, but enough to make that distance unreachable. The frightened creature attempted to stray from the intended path, but Cwmfen was quick and she would move to put it back on its course. The exhilaration of the chase was like nothing else, and though the distance between Slay and herself was greater than she had anticipated, she hardly noticed in her excitement. In her peripheral, she could see that her goal was near, and she gave a final snap at the ungulate’s heel. Then both the wolf and the deer were leaping right at Slay’s awaiting jaws. - Slaying the Dreamer - 01-26-2009 [html] Slaying the Dreamer
[/html] - Cwmfen nic Graine - 01-29-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... banner.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Hehe, it’s okay~! Don’t worry about it~ And should we end this here? You can post again if you want, and then we can fade to black. OuO It might be a bit before I start the next one, if you don’t mind— but I’ll PM you when I get it up, ^=^ 500+ Her body lept with a grace, and her paws found the earth as she landed lightly behind the dual coloured male. Swiftly, she turned to find him, hoping that she had not made some sort of mistake. But there was none, it seemed, for the doe had fallen easily into the jaws of the awaiting male. Leaping, Slay had caught the deer off guard, and he took it down with apparent ease. The woad-marked female watched with more than marginal satisfaction as she watched the male execute that which nature had intended. The life drained swiftly—if not instantly—from the hunted doe, and soon it was still, her soul rising to join the rest of its kind. Cwmfen thought she heard the crow—the one that carried the souls over the river of death. A light smile crossed her maw; she had heard him many times. She thought it might be soon when she would hear him come for her, for she could not see herself fading with old age. Someone would come to take her life, and she would be ready then. The stilled animal lay beneath the diamond-marked male, and she smiled to him as he turned. He was more winded than she was, but he had had more of the work than she had, as he had dealt directly with the prey. It was a moment before she realized that the hunt was a success, and when she did realize this, her tail waved behind her. She felt a certain amount of accomplishment, for this had been the first time that she had hunted with another. In this experience, she had learned that the hunt was only a little different. It involved more self control, for as she had chased the deer, leading it to the waiting Slay, she was fighting with all her might the instinct that drove her to kill it herself. But if she had done so, the hunt would not have been successful, and she knew that. The control was key here, she thought. And perhaps communication. It would not have been successful without the instruction from the black and white male. The hunt was a novel experience, and yet it was all too familiar. Cwmfen smiled. "I’d love to." Her voice was openly eager, and it was filled with a gratitude. With an unhurried stride, the female easily brought herself to the male’s side. She offered him another shy smile of thanks before she lowered her maw to the lifeless body. Her nose drifted momentarily over the deer’s stomach, scenting the warmth of life that had so recently been drawn out. Then, her maw pulling back in a silent snarl, the female’s strong white teeth punctured the skin, and she tore it aside as one would lift a blanket. The hot blood seemed to emit an intoxicating steam into the cool air. Then she was tearing into the rare meat, and its unique taste exploded in her mouth. She took several bites, growling with a primeval pleasure as she devoured this freshness for the first time in her life. Cwmfen hoped that she had not eaten too long, for she did not want to appear rude, and she pulled herself away from the doe, the blood on her maw tainting the blue woad. The white orbs found the other, offering him to join her. She did not want to eat alone. |