First Words

Palaydrian Soul · 05-08-2012, 02:36 PM

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WC:: 660 Sorry for the wait, I’m still feeling yucky. Sad Anyway I’m playing within the first week she’s been accepted to New Dawn so being in heat could very well be the reason she acts crazy at first.

Heat was driving the young female crazy. She wanted to stay away from New Dawn territory until she was sure of herself again. Mostly, she wanted to see if her feeling for Jiva were true and vice versa. Would the handsome red wolf still find her appealing once the perfume of her fertility wore off? The tawny gold femme hoped so, she truly felt her feelings for him were genuine, but again, she chose to keep her distance for the other male pack member’s sakes. Her exploring had brought her along the northeastern coastline leading away from New Dawn. She liked scouring the perimeter of the ocean as there was always something interesting to find. The coast also allowed her to catalogue the different types of prints she found in the sand or soft mud. She wasn’t the only large beast roaming around here, and neither were just her pack mates. The coast proved to be a good place to hunt. This she discovered upon finding multiple family groups of hoof prints. Drin imagined running a pack hunt with her new home. Within the traditions of New Dawn, it seemed the hunters were generally male members, but she hoped to someday prove to Zalen that she too could prove to be a deadly weapon in matters of hunting.

The female was lost in her thoughts as her seal point paws carried over the sandy coastline. “Close your eyes Palaydrian and breathe in your surroundings,” the demon wolf Syliat spoke gently to her great granddaughter. The Siamese coated pup did as she was bade, slowly closing her eyes and focusing in on smell alone. Her lilac ears twitched at the sound of leaves rustling and birdsong. “Focus. Block everything out.” The pup gave a small whine in response, but ignored her ears until all else fell away, only smell was left. A burst of red mist appeared on her closed eyelids as if the scent had borne itself an ethereal form. Her face must’ve registered her surprise, “That’s good...keep your eyes closed child and hone in on the scent, make it yours...follow it.” The command was simple enough, but what about the actual performance? The pup breathed in deeply again and in return, the mist became more vivid and tangible. Large paws, meant to be grown into, carried the delicate frame across the earth. The mist was beginning to take shape, a rabbit? The pup sped up her pursuit in excitement and suddenly it was there in her mind’s eye, the rabbit...about 50 yards away. Eyes still closed shut, she sprung forward in hot pursuit not stopping until the red mist became reality on her paws and face. “You can open your eyes now,” Syliat grinned down at the bloodied face of her great granddaughter. Her first successful hunt.

Sound of a scuffle brought the she-wolf out of her daze. A glint of white filled her two toned eyes when a sudden chill ran down her spine which was quickly replaced by the burning flames of hatred. All reason and logical thought fell away when Drin was transported to her last meeting with the white-coated bitch. “Chase her out or kill her if she resists. If she stays, Taro dies.” Palaydrian’s limbs began to shake with rage, she bounded forward through the thicket with a low growl and launched herself into the air. “How did you find me!?” She snarled in the air, but mid leap, the facade fell away. Surprise replaced the murderous rage in her eyes as she quickly tried to roll out of the way. “Watch out!” She cried at the last minute and managed to pounce at the ground next to the white wolf, rolling over herself from the amount of force put into her jump.

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