02-18-2008, 03:46 PM
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It wasn't fair. Well, actually, it was perfectly fair - he just wasn't enjoying it. Time after time he would find prey, and he would soundlessly track it, trace its steps or flight pattern. And time after time, he would lose it. Why, he had no idea; he was not giving himself away, he was not acting too soon or being hasty; as far as he was concerned, he was doing everything just perfect. Nonetheless, it was as though all of the ravens, rabbits and squirrels in the area were just far too determined to evade him. It was frustrating, but he would not let it show; he made sure that his eyes were still focused on whatever game appeared, and when he lost it, he made no quarrel. Although he would occasionally let out a frustrated growl, nothing more would show of his irritation.
At his age, the boy was becoming large. His frame was heightening, becoming lanky and slowly filling out; muscle was beginning to form on his limbs. His coat, light and warm in colour, was darkening; within the cinnamon, layers of black were spreading. His pelt was becoming dull, and would eventually become the darker, richer hue that it would remain.
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It wasn't fair. Well, actually, it was perfectly fair - he just wasn't enjoying it. Time after time he would find prey, and he would soundlessly track it, trace its steps or flight pattern. And time after time, he would lose it. Why, he had no idea; he was not giving himself away, he was not acting too soon or being hasty; as far as he was concerned, he was doing everything just perfect. Nonetheless, it was as though all of the ravens, rabbits and squirrels in the area were just far too determined to evade him. It was frustrating, but he would not let it show; he made sure that his eyes were still focused on whatever game appeared, and when he lost it, he made no quarrel. Although he would occasionally let out a frustrated growl, nothing more would show of his irritation.
At his age, the boy was becoming large. His frame was heightening, becoming lanky and slowly filling out; muscle was beginning to form on his limbs. His coat, light and warm in colour, was darkening; within the cinnamon, layers of black were spreading. His pelt was becoming dull, and would eventually become the darker, richer hue that it would remain.
I see you...A rabbit poked its head out of its hole, beady eyes searching the snow. The small being crept out, imprints left behind, and darted away with energy it did not seem to previously possess, judging by its groggy, hesitant start. The boy considered following it, but did not; it wasn't worth the effort.
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