[M]-Blood and Snow

Vesper · 12-20-2011, 08:37 PM

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I'm actually a fan of post order. :O But it's up to the both of you; I'm just worried about someone being left behind if they can't get to the computer for some reason. OH AND LANGUAGE WARNING.

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Although snow had fallen the previous night, Vesper risked the journey north into the Halcyon mountain range for her patrol. To her surprise, she had ascended once more in rank, but rather than being giddy over it—at least for more than ten quiet minutes—she could feel the call of duty. She needed to start taking stock of the other packs and the surrounding lands, and perhaps a journey along the mountains would help her in this regard. She was most familiar with the northern lands, and it was only a matter of time before its last secrets were revealed to her.

She trekked through the snow in her secui form, her now wolf-sized body warm inside of its naturally thick coat. Her added muscle and weight also helped her to push through the bigger snowdrifts that got in her way. Plowing through the snow and bushes gathered on one section of the mountain, she turned her head to scan the area and wondered about which direction to take next. She could head toward Anathema, which she hadn’t investigated yet, or perhaps move toward Salsola, knowing what was coming up in the next couple of weeks…

The decision was made for her quite suddenly.

A howl broke through the crisp winter air, a cry bordering on a scream of pain, a wail of desperation that caused the tawny hybrid to cringe. A shiver ran down her spine then leaped into her pulsing heart as she recognized the voice. Kiara. Ignoring the sickening feeling in her stomach, she leaped into action and sprinted toward the direction of the howl.

Fear and worry shifted immediately into violence as Vesper came on the scene: a creamy dog luperci brandishing her fangs as well as a blade, the defenseless arctic wolf pinned underneath her, curled in a pathetic ball. The sight of the shining, bloody metal made the coywolf snarl, a purely feral sound that wrinkled her lips back over her teeth and gums.

“Get the fuck away from her, piss-colored scum,” Vesper managed, her voice edged with malice. She said nothing else, letting her icy eyes and movements drive the message home; she jumped at the cream dog, teeth aiming to bite at her shoulder or at her exposed neck were she to look up at the snarl. More than anything she hoped that her secui-formed body could knock the dog back enough to allow Kiara to crawl out from under the fighters to escape.

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