01-06-2011, 11:07 PM
[html]Ooc: Alright! I fixed it and I think it's much better. No power playing.
Nyx watched on as the golden youth devoured her kill with such ruthlessness, a true ravenous canine. He defined that term by his own behavior and action today. Although, in her own generous demeanor, she had in fact given him the other half of the meat. Ripping it in half on purpose was the goal. In his own scent it was obvious that this golden youth was starving. Nyx was one who would share rather then take it all for herself. But in doing this, she thought on the other hand it had deprived him of a lesson. The lesson which all wolves learn in the wild. Nothing is ever just given, one must earn it, or fight for it. If he hadn't been so young and starving, perhaps Nyx would not have shared. It would have probably meant fighting for her rank in the pack as well, which she would have done. As much as Nyx was a kind hearted dark furred hybrid, she was also willing to hold her ground. Even if it did mean violence. But she hated to do so and it would be her last resort. But with this pup, she didn't think of it like that. Nyx felt for the youth ,empathy. Perhaps not so many others would do what she did for him, share her kill.
As for now she continued to cast her narrowed gaze upon him, but as her logic formed with her own feelings she lessened her narrowed eyes. He acted like she was going to stake her claims again in what was hers, the meat. She would not rise to meet the challenge, but if he challenged her for the other half, further punishment would ensue. The aftertaste of the sweet blood was left in her mouth and she remembered her own hunger. The pool of blood formed around her feet, filling her nose with a beautiful metallic smell, enough to make her eyes almost roll. She peeled her gaze off of gold and to her feet, the other half. The innards shown out, encased by muscle, bone and fur. Lowering her maw she began to take it apart in a graceful way. eating the rest of what she was not to save, satisfied her small craving, though she could always use more. Nyx planned on keeping the fur, the bones and part of the gut. She planed on using the materials in her craft and must be wary how she ate this creature. Soon red was on black as she ate the creature. She also respected the creature's life in which she took, it would be used to benefit her and this pup, for that made her content.
Nyx almost had forgotten about the the pup, which stood a bit away from her, deeply focused on the kill.
"Who are you?", Nyx realized that she never even questioned him. For, she had no time to when he came racing to the kill in her maw. She raised her head a bit from her half of the kill to question him, her maw drenched with the blood as well as her whites. Deciding that she would ask him later, she continued on to her meal and started to separated the bones. At that moment she wished that she had been in optime form, for she had left her knife, jewelry and supplies back at the caves.
Nyx watched on as the golden youth devoured her kill with such ruthlessness, a true ravenous canine. He defined that term by his own behavior and action today. Although, in her own generous demeanor, she had in fact given him the other half of the meat. Ripping it in half on purpose was the goal. In his own scent it was obvious that this golden youth was starving. Nyx was one who would share rather then take it all for herself. But in doing this, she thought on the other hand it had deprived him of a lesson. The lesson which all wolves learn in the wild. Nothing is ever just given, one must earn it, or fight for it. If he hadn't been so young and starving, perhaps Nyx would not have shared. It would have probably meant fighting for her rank in the pack as well, which she would have done. As much as Nyx was a kind hearted dark furred hybrid, she was also willing to hold her ground. Even if it did mean violence. But she hated to do so and it would be her last resort. But with this pup, she didn't think of it like that. Nyx felt for the youth ,empathy. Perhaps not so many others would do what she did for him, share her kill.
As for now she continued to cast her narrowed gaze upon him, but as her logic formed with her own feelings she lessened her narrowed eyes. He acted like she was going to stake her claims again in what was hers, the meat. She would not rise to meet the challenge, but if he challenged her for the other half, further punishment would ensue. The aftertaste of the sweet blood was left in her mouth and she remembered her own hunger. The pool of blood formed around her feet, filling her nose with a beautiful metallic smell, enough to make her eyes almost roll. She peeled her gaze off of gold and to her feet, the other half. The innards shown out, encased by muscle, bone and fur. Lowering her maw she began to take it apart in a graceful way. eating the rest of what she was not to save, satisfied her small craving, though she could always use more. Nyx planned on keeping the fur, the bones and part of the gut. She planed on using the materials in her craft and must be wary how she ate this creature. Soon red was on black as she ate the creature. She also respected the creature's life in which she took, it would be used to benefit her and this pup, for that made her content.
Nyx almost had forgotten about the the pup, which stood a bit away from her, deeply focused on the kill.
"Who are you?", Nyx realized that she never even questioned him. For, she had no time to when he came racing to the kill in her maw. She raised her head a bit from her half of the kill to question him, her maw drenched with the blood as well as her whites. Deciding that she would ask him later, she continued on to her meal and started to separated the bones. At that moment she wished that she had been in optime form, for she had left her knife, jewelry and supplies back at the caves.