08-16-2008, 07:59 PM
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Here you go~ Also, just a reminder that Cwmfen still is unaware of her Luperci-ness, ^=^;;
500+
Several weeks had passed since her joining, and the territory was becoming very familiar. Just as she had when she first stepped over the boarders, the black fae was careful in studying the topography; if there were conflicts in these lands, it would benefit her to know the lands which she defended. Cwmfen still wandered around the boarders. The novelty of being the pack still hadn’t worn off, and, being a shy creature by nature, she did not seek anyone out, but she didn’t avoid them either. So far, aside from Haku and Grayson, she’d only scented the other wolves of Dahlia de Mai. The black fae stored all the scents in the back of her mind for later use; if she bumped into a familiar scent, she could put a name and a face with it.
The morning had started out with a wide, clear sky. She woke early to consider the sunrise before deciding to head west to St. Pepin’s Vineyards. Thus far, Cwmfen had not been to that part of the territory, and she felt that a new place would be exciting. Actually, the simple female felt that every day was exciting if she took some time to just lay in the sun for a while. But idleness was beginning to make her legs itch. Secretly, she whished for an opportunity to fight, but, at the same time, she feared that moment for she was still unsure of the extent of her own skills.
She set had off at a brisk trot, lighthearted and carefree.
Upon arrival, the heavens already began to darken. The bright, white orbs considered them thoughtfully, and her nose lifted into the ear as she sniffed for rain: yes, but not now. Content, the ethnically-mixed female entered into the forest. The woods were of an older nature, and once she was within the confines of the trees, the air became cooler and damper. Combined with the weather, the world for Cwmfen at that moment seemed perfect. And, because she was in such a good mood, she decided to get a little snack.
Nic Graine continued her near-silent walking, lowering her maw occasionally to catch the scent of a mouse or perhaps a rat, or even a rabbit; the white eyes darted here and there to catch any movement. But there was none. Upon nearing the field, she caught the scent of a mouse. It was better than nothing. Her posture changed to that of a stalking hunter—ahead, she could see the little creature grooming itself. Silly thing. When the distance between prey and predator was ideal, Cwmfen paused, then lept, coming down upon it with her banded paws. She could feel it struggling beneath her. With a melodic laugh, she snapped the unfortunate creature before it had entirely escaped.
Thunder.
Then it began to rain. She stood there at the edge of the forest looking at the sky, feeling a longing tug at her heart, but for what she was unsure. Shaking the drenching rain from her coat, the black fae slipped back into the forest. Even with the cover of trees, the rain reached the forest floor. Nearby, she found an old, wooden building. It smelled of decaying wood, but it seemed sturdy enough. Taking off at a run, she bounded through the doorway, catching a scent as she passed through the threshold.
Coyote.
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Here you go~ Also, just a reminder that Cwmfen still is unaware of her Luperci-ness, ^=^;;
500+
Several weeks had passed since her joining, and the territory was becoming very familiar. Just as she had when she first stepped over the boarders, the black fae was careful in studying the topography; if there were conflicts in these lands, it would benefit her to know the lands which she defended. Cwmfen still wandered around the boarders. The novelty of being the pack still hadn’t worn off, and, being a shy creature by nature, she did not seek anyone out, but she didn’t avoid them either. So far, aside from Haku and Grayson, she’d only scented the other wolves of Dahlia de Mai. The black fae stored all the scents in the back of her mind for later use; if she bumped into a familiar scent, she could put a name and a face with it.
The morning had started out with a wide, clear sky. She woke early to consider the sunrise before deciding to head west to St. Pepin’s Vineyards. Thus far, Cwmfen had not been to that part of the territory, and she felt that a new place would be exciting. Actually, the simple female felt that every day was exciting if she took some time to just lay in the sun for a while. But idleness was beginning to make her legs itch. Secretly, she whished for an opportunity to fight, but, at the same time, she feared that moment for she was still unsure of the extent of her own skills.
She set had off at a brisk trot, lighthearted and carefree.
Upon arrival, the heavens already began to darken. The bright, white orbs considered them thoughtfully, and her nose lifted into the ear as she sniffed for rain: yes, but not now. Content, the ethnically-mixed female entered into the forest. The woods were of an older nature, and once she was within the confines of the trees, the air became cooler and damper. Combined with the weather, the world for Cwmfen at that moment seemed perfect. And, because she was in such a good mood, she decided to get a little snack.
Nic Graine continued her near-silent walking, lowering her maw occasionally to catch the scent of a mouse or perhaps a rat, or even a rabbit; the white eyes darted here and there to catch any movement. But there was none. Upon nearing the field, she caught the scent of a mouse. It was better than nothing. Her posture changed to that of a stalking hunter—ahead, she could see the little creature grooming itself. Silly thing. When the distance between prey and predator was ideal, Cwmfen paused, then lept, coming down upon it with her banded paws. She could feel it struggling beneath her. With a melodic laugh, she snapped the unfortunate creature before it had entirely escaped.
Thunder.
Then it began to rain. She stood there at the edge of the forest looking at the sky, feeling a longing tug at her heart, but for what she was unsure. Shaking the drenching rain from her coat, the black fae slipped back into the forest. Even with the cover of trees, the rain reached the forest floor. Nearby, she found an old, wooden building. It smelled of decaying wood, but it seemed sturdy enough. Taking off at a run, she bounded through the doorway, catching a scent as she passed through the threshold.
Coyote.