06-23-2008, 12:12 PM
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She had heard the howl. It had been some time ago, for she had been so far away. She was on the other side of the pack lands, and she had wasted much time simply getting there. It had Lubomir, proclaiming the existence of an intruder. She did not know if she would be able to help at all, for she was not a fighter- not in any way. The only scuffle she had ever involved herself in had ended in her defeat. Her brother had tried to claw out her eyes. Both were in tact, but somehow, it had stained the iris red. She had read about it in a book, but she could hardly remember why her eye had taken on the colour it had.
Even so, the presence of the most dominant wolf in the pack was usually enough to scare away an intruder. She had never had to attack anyone all that seriously- what she had done had come naturally to her. One needed to strike with something that could puncture the flesh, be it their claws or teeth. She just hoped that she was not too late to help.
As she neared the source of the howl, the smell of blood became stronger. A battle had occurred; she hoped it was not one of their own that had fallen. She growled, low in her throat as the strength of the scent continued to grow. “Lubomir.” It was not so much a statement as a question. “Skoll. What's this?” She turned her attention to what appeared to be a coyote lying in a pool of her own blood. She hoped for all their sakes that it was not one from Inferni.
When beauty was in season, Endangered by reason
She had heard the howl. It had been some time ago, for she had been so far away. She was on the other side of the pack lands, and she had wasted much time simply getting there. It had Lubomir, proclaiming the existence of an intruder. She did not know if she would be able to help at all, for she was not a fighter- not in any way. The only scuffle she had ever involved herself in had ended in her defeat. Her brother had tried to claw out her eyes. Both were in tact, but somehow, it had stained the iris red. She had read about it in a book, but she could hardly remember why her eye had taken on the colour it had.
Even so, the presence of the most dominant wolf in the pack was usually enough to scare away an intruder. She had never had to attack anyone all that seriously- what she had done had come naturally to her. One needed to strike with something that could puncture the flesh, be it their claws or teeth. She just hoped that she was not too late to help.
As she neared the source of the howl, the smell of blood became stronger. A battle had occurred; she hoped it was not one of their own that had fallen. She growled, low in her throat as the strength of the scent continued to grow. “Lubomir.” It was not so much a statement as a question. “Skoll. What's this?” She turned her attention to what appeared to be a coyote lying in a pool of her own blood. She hoped for all their sakes that it was not one from Inferni.
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