04-07-2009, 06:37 PM
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Okay! ^=^
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The white orbs watched as the conflict continued, as the grey wolf, Brennt, struggled against it. And then, suddenly, it ceased. There was a strange stillness that the black, woad marked fae sensed rather than felt. The woad bound ears swiveled forward, intent upon listening in that ancient stimulus even when there was nothing but silence. Her nose twitched as if expecting this change to invoke a physical one as well, but there was nothing different. It was that strangeness within the male once more that she saw. And it was clear that Brennt—or at least the Brennt that had been speaking moments before—was no longer present. Those yellow eyes that turned upon her shone with a clarity and intelligence far more penetrating than that gaze only moments before. It struck her as peculiar, but it struck her as intriguing as well. And it seemed that with this confrontation, the female would indeed be able to exercise her curiosity of this aspect of the mind.
As it stood there considering her, the white orbs peered into those yellow eyes, peering deeper than she had been able to before, seeing further and yet not quite far enough. She paused, and then she straitened herself, rising to her full height (though the male was still larger). The warrior remembered that it had been this creature that had emerged within Brennt that moon ago when she had thwarted his efforts to mate with her, that it had been this creature who was swifter and more powerfully instinctual. Had the creature remained surfaced during the dispute, the warrior would have had to utilize more of her techniques than usual, for his size and strength brought danger upon her life. And biologically, this male was that perfect superior to her, the female, and she knew this instinctually. Yet, she stood before him, lingering as she explored what she could of this silent creature.
And then he turned away, his movement sudden in the stillness despite his slow, sure movements. At first, the female considered to allow the male to leave and for her to leave him. But the naturally curious creature, despite that natural curiosity, made her move and follow him into the woods that bordered the dead city of Halifax. Her movements were made with that fluid grace she held so easily, passing in silence as she trailed him, uncertain of what she wanted or why she even followed. It was a more dangerous game than the one she had played as she had lain before Brennt, but still it did not thwart her. Survival, if only for this brief hour, seemed of no consequence to the newly healed female. And so she followed, her senses thick, almost overwhelmed, by the scent she followed. The woad bound maw lowered momentarily to the earth as if reassuring herself that she was indeed upon his trail before she moved forward, pulling up beside the creature until she was nearly abreast him. Perhaps such a thing would provoke him, but to what end, the female did not know.
Okay! ^=^
500+
The white orbs watched as the conflict continued, as the grey wolf, Brennt, struggled against it. And then, suddenly, it ceased. There was a strange stillness that the black, woad marked fae sensed rather than felt. The woad bound ears swiveled forward, intent upon listening in that ancient stimulus even when there was nothing but silence. Her nose twitched as if expecting this change to invoke a physical one as well, but there was nothing different. It was that strangeness within the male once more that she saw. And it was clear that Brennt—or at least the Brennt that had been speaking moments before—was no longer present. Those yellow eyes that turned upon her shone with a clarity and intelligence far more penetrating than that gaze only moments before. It struck her as peculiar, but it struck her as intriguing as well. And it seemed that with this confrontation, the female would indeed be able to exercise her curiosity of this aspect of the mind.
As it stood there considering her, the white orbs peered into those yellow eyes, peering deeper than she had been able to before, seeing further and yet not quite far enough. She paused, and then she straitened herself, rising to her full height (though the male was still larger). The warrior remembered that it had been this creature that had emerged within Brennt that moon ago when she had thwarted his efforts to mate with her, that it had been this creature who was swifter and more powerfully instinctual. Had the creature remained surfaced during the dispute, the warrior would have had to utilize more of her techniques than usual, for his size and strength brought danger upon her life. And biologically, this male was that perfect superior to her, the female, and she knew this instinctually. Yet, she stood before him, lingering as she explored what she could of this silent creature.
And then he turned away, his movement sudden in the stillness despite his slow, sure movements. At first, the female considered to allow the male to leave and for her to leave him. But the naturally curious creature, despite that natural curiosity, made her move and follow him into the woods that bordered the dead city of Halifax. Her movements were made with that fluid grace she held so easily, passing in silence as she trailed him, uncertain of what she wanted or why she even followed. It was a more dangerous game than the one she had played as she had lain before Brennt, but still it did not thwart her. Survival, if only for this brief hour, seemed of no consequence to the newly healed female. And so she followed, her senses thick, almost overwhelmed, by the scent she followed. The woad bound maw lowered momentarily to the earth as if reassuring herself that she was indeed upon his trail before she moved forward, pulling up beside the creature until she was nearly abreast him. Perhaps such a thing would provoke him, but to what end, the female did not know.