04-27-2008, 10:01 PM
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So far, all that she knew about him was that he had a peculiar name. She'd never heard anything like it--but at the same time, it came off her tongue naturally. Tristan. She supposed that her own name was pretty odd...Ember Phoenix. Two fire-related words strung together. But she'd never really thought about it. Fatin had gotten her situated a few days before, and she'd spent some time looking around the packlands. Her favorite place was the fairy ring, the spot that the two of them had walked by in her first day as a pack member, so it was there that she sat now.
Springtime was nearly over with, leading into summer, a season that she didn't care a whole lot for. She loved seeing color everywhere, in the trees, in the grass, and in the flowers...and Summer ruined it. Summer meant that spring was over, that fall would be coming, and then winter. She really, really didn't like winter.
A butterfly landed on one of the flowers that made up parts of the ring, and she watched it with interest. Maybe she'd find out that she had a natural knack for hunting, that she was really good at it. She wanted to show her new pack that she could be dependable, and this was the first step of many. She crouched down, staring at the swallowtail, watching its wings flutter. It began to eat from the flower and she took her chance, pouncing at it...but too late. She tripped when she landed, ending up outside of the fairy ring, halfway on her back. The butterfly flew over her head, caught a breeze, and fluttered off into the trees.
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So far, all that she knew about him was that he had a peculiar name. She'd never heard anything like it--but at the same time, it came off her tongue naturally. Tristan. She supposed that her own name was pretty odd...Ember Phoenix. Two fire-related words strung together. But she'd never really thought about it. Fatin had gotten her situated a few days before, and she'd spent some time looking around the packlands. Her favorite place was the fairy ring, the spot that the two of them had walked by in her first day as a pack member, so it was there that she sat now.
Springtime was nearly over with, leading into summer, a season that she didn't care a whole lot for. She loved seeing color everywhere, in the trees, in the grass, and in the flowers...and Summer ruined it. Summer meant that spring was over, that fall would be coming, and then winter. She really, really didn't like winter.
A butterfly landed on one of the flowers that made up parts of the ring, and she watched it with interest. Maybe she'd find out that she had a natural knack for hunting, that she was really good at it. She wanted to show her new pack that she could be dependable, and this was the first step of many. She crouched down, staring at the swallowtail, watching its wings flutter. It began to eat from the flower and she took her chance, pouncing at it...but too late. She tripped when she landed, ending up outside of the fairy ring, halfway on her back. The butterfly flew over her head, caught a breeze, and fluttered off into the trees.