04-06-2012, 11:15 PM
She had been on edge since the rumors had started..when the wolves had rushed upon Angel and their small gathering in the heart of the clan's lands she had known it was no longer rumors but the hard cold truth. Her world had turned like a hot wire had raced across her pelt. She tried her hardest to keep Timori close at hand or safe within the mansion but he was a growing boy with a need for adventure. The woman had nothing to prove to the clan but it was in her blood and she could not stop the feverish need when it called. It had been a long time since the shores of Eire and the ol' wind was calling once more.
She had been practicing with Timori in the field outside the mansion. Saol had been rushing the youth from behind while she kept him spinning to teach him to watch his back and look for an escape just the same. It was a long process but he was a smart child and larger than her by far, learning quickly and making her proud. Their training was cut short though as Ezekiel's voice cut through the air. She felt the hairs rise on her neck as Saol snorted, the friction in the air calling to them all. She snarled at Timori, casting him towards the house before she sped towards the great stallion and vaulted onto his back.
She let out a yipping howl as she turned the pale whale bone staff in her hand as the stallion began to gallop across the field. Her fingers were braided into his mane as she perched her tiny form upon the massive animal's wide back. She could feel her heart racing, her blood dancing in her veins as the beast thundered towards the woods and the fray beyond.
She had been practicing with Timori in the field outside the mansion. Saol had been rushing the youth from behind while she kept him spinning to teach him to watch his back and look for an escape just the same. It was a long process but he was a smart child and larger than her by far, learning quickly and making her proud. Their training was cut short though as Ezekiel's voice cut through the air. She felt the hairs rise on her neck as Saol snorted, the friction in the air calling to them all. She snarled at Timori, casting him towards the house before she sped towards the great stallion and vaulted onto his back.
She let out a yipping howl as she turned the pale whale bone staff in her hand as the stallion began to gallop across the field. Her fingers were braided into his mane as she perched her tiny form upon the massive animal's wide back. She could feel her heart racing, her blood dancing in her veins as the beast thundered towards the woods and the fray beyond.