04-27-2009, 11:29 PM
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Cwmfen to the rescue~~ ^=^;;
500+
The warrior padded with the grace of the wind through the lands that surrounded Halifax Airport. Although the black wolf did not particularly enjoy the landscapes of the human remains, she had found that she frequented this area quite often. While this may have been due to the beauty she saw in Nature’s reclamation of the land, she thought that perhaps the influences of both Bane and Onus, both of whom she considered friends and allies, moved her to frequent the strange concrete jungles. The white orbs wandered quietly over the silence of the world that somehow seemed stranger here than in the natural realm. She thought that the wind moved differently here, carrying sounds in strange ways that were almost confusing; the walls of the building threw the sounds back and forth until the origin was left a mystery. It was almost a game for the warrior to discern the difference between each thrown length, to identify the origin and better train her mind and ears for the familiarity of this new place.
The warrior paused, lowering her woad bound maw to the ground beneath her paws. She found the scent—a familiar one. Earlier in the day the female wolf had found the scent of her pack member; she had never scented the particular scent, but she recognized the unique flavor that all pups seemed to carry. The Adonis was simply worried that the pup had wandered too far, getting lost. It would have been quite a ways for a pup to wander, but the small creatures were known to do strange things. Curiosity often got the better of them—indeed at times it had gotten herself into trouble. Briefly, the black fae lingered over the memory of the ice and of the attack. With a soft wave of her tail, she pushed herself into motion, gliding through the world strangely shadowed and lit.
The scene that unfolded before her eyes made the warrior pause. She saw Brennt and remembered briefly the day she had been intimate; she had gotten to know him more keenly than she would have had she not allowed him to mount her. It had been a strange and unique experience, and the warrior would not forget it. But the warrior did not forget who she was; while she had shared her body with him, it did not change what she had said. She did not let emotion get in the way; and mere intrigue would not have been enough to make her stop. That day with Brennt had been a satisfying of her body which had been dormant for the wounds; the desire incited by the hunt had merely been quenched and the knowledge gained personal. And the warrior, who was a free creature, was not bound—could not be bound—by a single idea save for one: that her soul would be free.
Like a black shadow that seemed too near to that of her father’s, the black fae was moving. She was swift, her movements like quicksilver as her body moved through the air. The woad warrior snarled, a war cry that seemed to shatter the air like the distant thunder of a storm, and instantly her hackles rose. The woad bound tail was erected as a banner of challenge as the beauty of her maw was distorted by that snarl. Those white teeth were unsheathed, cutting the air and seeking to close about the yellow-eyed male’s maw: release the pup. "Brennt!" The alto melody was strangely tranquil despite the hostility displayed. "You cannot have this one." The white eyes were fierce as the pierced the yellow gaze.
Cwmfen to the rescue~~ ^=^;;
500+
The warrior padded with the grace of the wind through the lands that surrounded Halifax Airport. Although the black wolf did not particularly enjoy the landscapes of the human remains, she had found that she frequented this area quite often. While this may have been due to the beauty she saw in Nature’s reclamation of the land, she thought that perhaps the influences of both Bane and Onus, both of whom she considered friends and allies, moved her to frequent the strange concrete jungles. The white orbs wandered quietly over the silence of the world that somehow seemed stranger here than in the natural realm. She thought that the wind moved differently here, carrying sounds in strange ways that were almost confusing; the walls of the building threw the sounds back and forth until the origin was left a mystery. It was almost a game for the warrior to discern the difference between each thrown length, to identify the origin and better train her mind and ears for the familiarity of this new place.
The warrior paused, lowering her woad bound maw to the ground beneath her paws. She found the scent—a familiar one. Earlier in the day the female wolf had found the scent of her pack member; she had never scented the particular scent, but she recognized the unique flavor that all pups seemed to carry. The Adonis was simply worried that the pup had wandered too far, getting lost. It would have been quite a ways for a pup to wander, but the small creatures were known to do strange things. Curiosity often got the better of them—indeed at times it had gotten herself into trouble. Briefly, the black fae lingered over the memory of the ice and of the attack. With a soft wave of her tail, she pushed herself into motion, gliding through the world strangely shadowed and lit.
The scene that unfolded before her eyes made the warrior pause. She saw Brennt and remembered briefly the day she had been intimate; she had gotten to know him more keenly than she would have had she not allowed him to mount her. It had been a strange and unique experience, and the warrior would not forget it. But the warrior did not forget who she was; while she had shared her body with him, it did not change what she had said. She did not let emotion get in the way; and mere intrigue would not have been enough to make her stop. That day with Brennt had been a satisfying of her body which had been dormant for the wounds; the desire incited by the hunt had merely been quenched and the knowledge gained personal. And the warrior, who was a free creature, was not bound—could not be bound—by a single idea save for one: that her soul would be free.
Like a black shadow that seemed too near to that of her father’s, the black fae was moving. She was swift, her movements like quicksilver as her body moved through the air. The woad warrior snarled, a war cry that seemed to shatter the air like the distant thunder of a storm, and instantly her hackles rose. The woad bound tail was erected as a banner of challenge as the beauty of her maw was distorted by that snarl. Those white teeth were unsheathed, cutting the air and seeking to close about the yellow-eyed male’s maw: release the pup. "Brennt!" The alto melody was strangely tranquil despite the hostility displayed. "You cannot have this one." The white eyes were fierce as the pierced the yellow gaze.