04-11-2009, 11:41 PM
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Sounds good to me, ^=^
500+
Cwmfen paced along that freshly marked boarder, her movements strangely unhurried. She was deep in thought, contemplating both the absent male and the scent that now lingered in the air. She wondered what it was about him that intrigued her so much, that moved her to seek him out, to waste her time, even, with this male. He was not of a personality that normally caught her attention, for he was nothing in comparison to both Haku and Bane (both of which greatly intrigued her). And yet, that silent male had caught her interest; she had not let that tug of carnal desire for the male escape her, and she wondered at it now. Perhaps she was simply intrigued by that dichotomous entity within those yellow eyes. The male was larger and stronger than her, and so he was physically superior. And she understood that he could be intellectually an equal as well. It was a strange game to play while in his presence, and perhaps this intrigued her.
The warrior stopped finally, unknowing of how much time had actually passed. The white orbs looked into the woods where beyond lay both Halifax and Brennt. She finally accepted that he would not come. While she had known that this would be the case from the moment the male had turned his back on her, she had been unwilling to accept it, unwilling to accept this defeat. Yes, the warrior, who views life as one great battlefield, saw that moment as a moment of defeat. And it had been a strange defeat, a passive one. The warrior did not know how to deal with such passivity, for she knew that the male was capable of much more. She had openly challenged him, and yet he had ignored it. And so the white orbs flickered to the path ahead. The black fae knew that he would not come back the same way—no animal did that knowing that someone would be there waiting. And so she had two choices: she could leave Brennt in his peace or she could wind around the marked territory and seek him out. Cwmfen chose the latter.
The paws silently carried the lupine creature about until there was no obvious markings. Then she pushed herself into this territory she had learned to be called Halifax. Her maw lifted occasionally, seeking the grey hued male’s scent and finding nothing yet. So the wolf continued, allowing her senses, not her mind, to guide her. It was not until she had reached a large building, which she did not recognize, that his scent became strong. That silent, graceful gait quickened until he came into view. But his scent was not the only one lingering upon the air. A whole family was living here. She did not know where they were, but she knew why Brennt was here. The black, woad tipped tail moved like a river behind her as she called out to him once more. "You don’t have to do this Brennt—there’re other ways." The alto melody held no plea as she paused a generous distance from him. The warrior simply understood why it was that others sought to shun him, and she understood too his confusion. And so she sought now to show him that he no longer had to do that, that there were other ways that could yield just as much food, if not more.
Sounds good to me, ^=^
500+
Cwmfen paced along that freshly marked boarder, her movements strangely unhurried. She was deep in thought, contemplating both the absent male and the scent that now lingered in the air. She wondered what it was about him that intrigued her so much, that moved her to seek him out, to waste her time, even, with this male. He was not of a personality that normally caught her attention, for he was nothing in comparison to both Haku and Bane (both of which greatly intrigued her). And yet, that silent male had caught her interest; she had not let that tug of carnal desire for the male escape her, and she wondered at it now. Perhaps she was simply intrigued by that dichotomous entity within those yellow eyes. The male was larger and stronger than her, and so he was physically superior. And she understood that he could be intellectually an equal as well. It was a strange game to play while in his presence, and perhaps this intrigued her.
The warrior stopped finally, unknowing of how much time had actually passed. The white orbs looked into the woods where beyond lay both Halifax and Brennt. She finally accepted that he would not come. While she had known that this would be the case from the moment the male had turned his back on her, she had been unwilling to accept it, unwilling to accept this defeat. Yes, the warrior, who views life as one great battlefield, saw that moment as a moment of defeat. And it had been a strange defeat, a passive one. The warrior did not know how to deal with such passivity, for she knew that the male was capable of much more. She had openly challenged him, and yet he had ignored it. And so the white orbs flickered to the path ahead. The black fae knew that he would not come back the same way—no animal did that knowing that someone would be there waiting. And so she had two choices: she could leave Brennt in his peace or she could wind around the marked territory and seek him out. Cwmfen chose the latter.
The paws silently carried the lupine creature about until there was no obvious markings. Then she pushed herself into this territory she had learned to be called Halifax. Her maw lifted occasionally, seeking the grey hued male’s scent and finding nothing yet. So the wolf continued, allowing her senses, not her mind, to guide her. It was not until she had reached a large building, which she did not recognize, that his scent became strong. That silent, graceful gait quickened until he came into view. But his scent was not the only one lingering upon the air. A whole family was living here. She did not know where they were, but she knew why Brennt was here. The black, woad tipped tail moved like a river behind her as she called out to him once more. "You don’t have to do this Brennt—there’re other ways." The alto melody held no plea as she paused a generous distance from him. The warrior simply understood why it was that others sought to shun him, and she understood too his confusion. And so she sought now to show him that he no longer had to do that, that there were other ways that could yield just as much food, if not more.