02-21-2011, 07:07 PM
I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATENESS!! Not sure why but my muse for this thread vanished for a while. I had this for sometime, and only with a few threads... Usually the plotted ones? TI'm an oddball >P And jumping a bit their way to the borders, k?
"Minor dragon? Didn't hear of this name variation yet." He commented once the white woman reconized the constellation. "And yes, it's the highest rank one could have inside a single Quadrant. Then comes the High-Generals, that command over all the Generals, and then the Major, that is the pack leader and rules over everyone." He said, commenting how it wasn't the highest one in Czarova.
The the AniWayan told him about the mark on her forehead, his eyes glinted with interest, but the warrior contained himself before the flow of questions kicked in. "A shaman, huh? We used to have spiritual leaders back there as well, but we called them Chanters." The Anatheman said, rubbing his chin slightly in his trail of thinking. He had been a close friend to one of his pack's Chanters, but it was all.
"Well then, shall we go?" He said, waving a hand for her to follow and resumed the path he had been following before she intercepted the Russian.
...
After just a few minutes of walk, they reached out the fences that delimitated the pack's boarders. They didn't talk much on the way, but they really didn't have to. For Liev, it felt like her had known her all his life now.
The male's senses picked up any signs of possible prey while still awknowledging the female. It wasn't like he was so immersed into the tracking that he forgotten she was there... if that would make any sense. Finally, the sound of swift steps in the snow made his whole body switch towards it, but first, he would let her know.
"You hear it? It's a mouse. Right there, some yards away." He said, his voice as low as possible as he backed up with the softest of steps to be right beside her, purple eyes sharply staring where the muse should be, so that she could follow his gaze towards the animal's location. So close that, in fact, the tips of their furs met slightly, especially because his pelt was rising with the desire for the kill, the adrenaline thrill, an addiction that spread to every warrior, like a higly contagious virus, jumping from soul to soul, mind to mind, forcing warriors to put themselves in dangerous situations, just for the rush. Luckily enough, Liev had learned to live and deal with it well enough, so he could control it better then new or unexperienced fighters.
"Minor dragon? Didn't hear of this name variation yet." He commented once the white woman reconized the constellation. "And yes, it's the highest rank one could have inside a single Quadrant. Then comes the High-Generals, that command over all the Generals, and then the Major, that is the pack leader and rules over everyone." He said, commenting how it wasn't the highest one in Czarova.
The the AniWayan told him about the mark on her forehead, his eyes glinted with interest, but the warrior contained himself before the flow of questions kicked in. "A shaman, huh? We used to have spiritual leaders back there as well, but we called them Chanters." The Anatheman said, rubbing his chin slightly in his trail of thinking. He had been a close friend to one of his pack's Chanters, but it was all.
"Well then, shall we go?" He said, waving a hand for her to follow and resumed the path he had been following before she intercepted the Russian.
...
After just a few minutes of walk, they reached out the fences that delimitated the pack's boarders. They didn't talk much on the way, but they really didn't have to. For Liev, it felt like her had known her all his life now.
The male's senses picked up any signs of possible prey while still awknowledging the female. It wasn't like he was so immersed into the tracking that he forgotten she was there... if that would make any sense. Finally, the sound of swift steps in the snow made his whole body switch towards it, but first, he would let her know.
"You hear it? It's a mouse. Right there, some yards away." He said, his voice as low as possible as he backed up with the softest of steps to be right beside her, purple eyes sharply staring where the muse should be, so that she could follow his gaze towards the animal's location. So close that, in fact, the tips of their furs met slightly, especially because his pelt was rising with the desire for the kill, the adrenaline thrill, an addiction that spread to every warrior, like a higly contagious virus, jumping from soul to soul, mind to mind, forcing warriors to put themselves in dangerous situations, just for the rush. Luckily enough, Liev had learned to live and deal with it well enough, so he could control it better then new or unexperienced fighters.