nothing's going to bring us down (p - bindu)

Bindu Epals · 01-02-2011, 10:00 PM

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The gray woman offered a sphinxlike smile and stretched her muscles out. Her watcher eyed her with orbs of black and deliberately did the same. Observation was the best teacher in the hunt, and with eyes as big as saucers, Bindu was a very talented observer and an even better imitator.

The wolfdog followed her elder eagerly, struggling to keep her feet quiet in the excitement as they entered the woods. She was already clumsy, and the many dry leaves scattered made walking quietly nearly impossible. Her dark red eyes glanced at Geneva, who was effortlessly -and silently- gliding through the shadows, gray fur twinkling in patches of light as if little stars were stuck in her pelt. Captivating grace could not be copied, but Bindu at least tried to be quiet.

The young lady didn't realize how well she was succeeding until a dry rustling echoed in her ears like gunfire; her eyes flew to the spot and discerned the noise as prey. Geneva was already on it, changing direction with Bindu in pursuit. In the struggle to soften her footsteps, the teen fell back a little but didn't give up on the chase. What were they hunting, anyway? Was it a rabbit? Probably not something as big as a deer, but she wasn't certain.

Bindu didn't have a preference when it came to prey. She would eat what was provided, whether it were a seal carcass or a black cat's squirrel. So many things were of greater concern, like the cold and scary strangers and flooding emotions; food didn't really seem as complicated. You just put something in your mouth, chew, swallow, and then you could run a little farther. But, in order to fuel her body, Bindu needed to hunt- and this was the problem, no matter how simple eating might be.

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