if you really want more, scream it louder

Xochime Kimaris · 08-11-2011, 11:18 PM

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Table courtesy of Sie. Image courtesy of digitalcolony@Flickr. 443(+3) :: Hi there! I hope you don't mind Xo's lack of socializing abilities Smile

Another uneventful day had passed for the Coyote, who had spent much of the day only roaming around. A few days had passed since she had established contact with somebody that didn't ivolved harrassment or being confused as a slave. She had passed through the last situation not very long ago, but despite that, she still wore the golden ring, even though she knew that it may bring some trouble.

Either way, she had been roaming around the territory, looking for something to fill her stomach for that day. Hunting in her two legged form was somehow a burden for her for she lacked the ability of a real hunter, so she shifted into her trustworthy Lupus form to increase her probabilities of catching something. However, this didn't seem to be her day. Every time that she tried to stalk a potential pray it ended in total failure. The sun had already passed its cenit and she still had her hands empty. It looked like any effort that she did would end fruitless, so the Coyote decided to abandon the task and keep her energies for another day.

After walking for some minutes, she spotted a figure in the distance, along with the smell of blood. Whoever was there, he had made a kill. The aroma of blood and flesh made the girl drool, but she restrained herself and sat on her spot, waiting for the hunter to finish its meal before taking the carcass for herself. What would her sister say if she saw her in this situation, acting like a scavenger? probably she would get mad at her, but Xochime couldn't care less.

Her eyes, as lively as the sun before setting down, watched as the hunter left the carcass alone. She took the opportunity to make her move. Acquiring a relaxed stance, she came closer to the abandoned carcass, finding not much besides the few birds that had aleady gathered around it. Only a few bloody bones, which were not very edible. With a resigned sigh, she resumed her way towards the ruins. Whoever had killed off that prey wasn't very far away, so the flower could have a good look of its features. It was remotely familiar to her, maybe from the last diner between the pack members. Either way, she decided that she should be polite, and she would at least greet her packmate. Resuming her walk, she closed the distance between her and the other. "Hola" She greeted in her mother language. She didn't force things, and, in fact, she left a wide space between both of them in case that the other didn't wish to talk.

Flower lives "Flower says Flower thinks

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