01-27-2009, 09:58 PM
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dingdingding! Fresh meat on the table!
So for now, the dark Luperci had moved camp from Serena Reserve through to the bordering edge of Ethereal Eclipse--though of course, such names and borders were unknown to her as of yet. It was just that she'd been a nomad, a migratory wolf, her whole life. Settling in one place for too long was... well, unsettling. They call me the wanderer, yeah, the wanderer... Once the deer hide pants, black t-shirt, and plaid overshirt were stashed high and in a safe place along with the guitar swaddled in more hide, Madison could tend to her grumbling stomach. Down on all fours, the lupus made off into the trees on the trail of breakfast.
It was no easy endeavor, however. The wolf stuck out like a sore thumb against the contrasting white backdrop, even while keeping to the trees. She spent a lot of her time during these daylight hours hunting just to find enough small game to keep her belly half full. These northern overcast skies made for no shadows to hide her ebony fur, and trying to sneak up on something in some of the more barren territories was out of the question. Her only chance was to catch her prey off guard as it came out to dig up a little food or something by staying quiet and downwind. It was tricky business, leaving the loner constantly frustrated. It wasn't like back home--even though she had been just as easily visible against the desert sands, the rest of the Feh'yuri women had been able to do most of the hunting. What did it take to get a little service out here?!
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So for now, the dark Luperci had moved camp from Serena Reserve through to the bordering edge of Ethereal Eclipse--though of course, such names and borders were unknown to her as of yet. It was just that she'd been a nomad, a migratory wolf, her whole life. Settling in one place for too long was... well, unsettling. They call me the wanderer, yeah, the wanderer... Once the deer hide pants, black t-shirt, and plaid overshirt were stashed high and in a safe place along with the guitar swaddled in more hide, Madison could tend to her grumbling stomach. Down on all fours, the lupus made off into the trees on the trail of breakfast.
It was no easy endeavor, however. The wolf stuck out like a sore thumb against the contrasting white backdrop, even while keeping to the trees. She spent a lot of her time during these daylight hours hunting just to find enough small game to keep her belly half full. These northern overcast skies made for no shadows to hide her ebony fur, and trying to sneak up on something in some of the more barren territories was out of the question. Her only chance was to catch her prey off guard as it came out to dig up a little food or something by staying quiet and downwind. It was tricky business, leaving the loner constantly frustrated. It wasn't like back home--even though she had been just as easily visible against the desert sands, the rest of the Feh'yuri women had been able to do most of the hunting. What did it take to get a little service out here?!