04-28-2012, 12:21 AM
Anyone? I'm just trying to get into character...
The young wolf's heart soared as she awoke that morning, lifting her dark masked face to turn towards the sunrise. The day was starting, the birds were singing. The cocoa girl stretched her four-legged body, giving lean muscles a bit of relief after laying dormant for the entire warm night. Atraevia softly yawned, opening a scarred muzzle filled with jagged ivory teeth. The open area she had chosen to make her own, had provided a rather nice place to sleep. Emeraldish eyes gazed off towards the mountains, this was her home. For now at least. Although driven from her lands, nothing could dampen the spirits of the fighter that day.
Standing, the silken female rose from her spot, dark fluffy tail swishing behind her hindquarters. The sky still was splashed a colorful luminance, giving a soft orange and cherry reflection upon the chocolate body of the young vixen. The scent of prey was not far, rabbits were a bounty and deer were rather prominent in the area. Or so it seemed to the trained wolf. Slim legs pushed her forward, green eyes wide in the search, even her half ear pushed high atop her slim cranium. Atraevia kept firmly and focused on the scent of a doe, believing the stupid creature was scatter-minded enough in the season of spring, dough-brained in the search to find a mate that it wouldn't see the shadowy female slipping among the darker lush foliage. Pssh, males. Who seriously needed them?
And that was when she saw it. Warm buttery eyes, and a regal stance. It grazed upon the earth as if nothing would come by and snatch the life out of it. Jade eyes studied the creature for a moment, and there was her chance. The sleek mixed breed sprang. Momentum caught her, cushioning Astraevia as she flew through the air. The pear-shaped ears of the deer flew towards the sky, trying so hard to bound away. Unfortunately, it couldn't very well. The muscled weight of the wolf was too much. Things weren't too great for the hunter however, her grip was slipping and her force losing. Soon, she slipped away from the bleeding doe, a sharp hoof heading towards her face. It missed her eyes, but caught her sharply in the muzzle. A yelp flew into the air, the canine reeling back. The meal for the morning was ruined, and her face was a river of blood. Stars flew before her vivid eyes, tears burning. Dazedly, Astraevia retreated towards the trees. As she flopped upon the ground, the unshifted girl placed her dark paws over her face, in pain and away from help. Not knowing a thing about herbs, and ways of healing, the girl had to sit and wait for her wound to clot. Tears stinging, Astraevia reminisced on ever loss in a fight, and the inability to impress her own father.
The young wolf's heart soared as she awoke that morning, lifting her dark masked face to turn towards the sunrise. The day was starting, the birds were singing. The cocoa girl stretched her four-legged body, giving lean muscles a bit of relief after laying dormant for the entire warm night. Atraevia softly yawned, opening a scarred muzzle filled with jagged ivory teeth. The open area she had chosen to make her own, had provided a rather nice place to sleep. Emeraldish eyes gazed off towards the mountains, this was her home. For now at least. Although driven from her lands, nothing could dampen the spirits of the fighter that day.
Standing, the silken female rose from her spot, dark fluffy tail swishing behind her hindquarters. The sky still was splashed a colorful luminance, giving a soft orange and cherry reflection upon the chocolate body of the young vixen. The scent of prey was not far, rabbits were a bounty and deer were rather prominent in the area. Or so it seemed to the trained wolf. Slim legs pushed her forward, green eyes wide in the search, even her half ear pushed high atop her slim cranium. Atraevia kept firmly and focused on the scent of a doe, believing the stupid creature was scatter-minded enough in the season of spring, dough-brained in the search to find a mate that it wouldn't see the shadowy female slipping among the darker lush foliage. Pssh, males. Who seriously needed them?
And that was when she saw it. Warm buttery eyes, and a regal stance. It grazed upon the earth as if nothing would come by and snatch the life out of it. Jade eyes studied the creature for a moment, and there was her chance. The sleek mixed breed sprang. Momentum caught her, cushioning Astraevia as she flew through the air. The pear-shaped ears of the deer flew towards the sky, trying so hard to bound away. Unfortunately, it couldn't very well. The muscled weight of the wolf was too much. Things weren't too great for the hunter however, her grip was slipping and her force losing. Soon, she slipped away from the bleeding doe, a sharp hoof heading towards her face. It missed her eyes, but caught her sharply in the muzzle. A yelp flew into the air, the canine reeling back. The meal for the morning was ruined, and her face was a river of blood. Stars flew before her vivid eyes, tears burning. Dazedly, Astraevia retreated towards the trees. As she flopped upon the ground, the unshifted girl placed her dark paws over her face, in pain and away from help. Not knowing a thing about herbs, and ways of healing, the girl had to sit and wait for her wound to clot. Tears stinging, Astraevia reminisced on ever loss in a fight, and the inability to impress her own father.