08-19-2009, 01:30 PM
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Haha, thanks, ^=^ Also, since she’s hunting the pups won’t be with her—I forgot about that >__> And she is in her lupus form
500+
While the woad warrior had been held within the confines of the packland, a prisoner of her own new lifestyle, she knew that no trouble had been caused. Even while pregnant the Adonis had sought to fulfill her duties. It was only now, with those lives born, that she was greatly confined. Their protection was her responsibility, and she put their lives before her own willingly. Brielfy, she would hunt as she did now. And she scanned a large circumference to ensure that there was no immediate threat. Returning to the den, she commanded her young to stay within the den until she returned, trusting that they would obey. But she would not be gone too long regardless of the success or failure of the hunt. As with the wounded, Cwmfen would return always before those seeking blood could arrive.
It had not been long before the woad bound maw had scented a rabbit. Her fluid movements, ethereal and unearthly, carried her silently through the forest of summer’s end. The quiet intensity of those white orbs scanned the woods for movement as her maw worked to catch the scents upon the bright air. The prey was close—she could sense it now. The scent grew stronger. She paused. And there, within the foliage ahead, she found the small creature feeding. For a moment, the woad-marked fae adjusted her body, the hunter’s prowl adopted as the white eyes calculated the distance, the speed required. Then she leapt, but her body had been idle too long, and it did not respond as well as it should have. Already, the rabbit was sprinting away, but the wolf loped after her quarry. And she remembered how to run as the wind and the water, remembering with uplifting exhilaration. This hunt was simply a training routine. As the rabbit darted this way and that, the wolf followed, her agility tested. And, while the urgency to feed and be able to produce milk for her unweaned pups existed, for a moment the success of the hunt was of no concern. And imperceptibly fierce smile moved across her maw, and the distance between the two ceased. Her jaws snapped at the rabbit’s heels but caught only air. Not yet. Her heart beat and remembered its work. The boarders of the pack grew near—her mind recognized that—and the distance between them was nearly optimal—
Those fluid movements like wind ceased, the woad bound paws grasping the earth as her speed fell away into nothingness. The posture was lifted, erected as it always was. And yet, now, the black plume lifted also as those white orbs beheld what her nose had caught. "Leroy," the alto melody greeted tranquilly and yet not amiably. "What brings you here once more?" And the woad-banded ears listened expectantly. The Adonis considered the husky that was now of Cour des Miracles, once of Crimson Dreams and once Loner. He had been at the Dahlian boarders before, seeking to patrol so far from home against a threat. But all had been quiet now. "You know that you are not welcome here, Leroy." Briefly, the eyes watched the unseen trail of her lost quarry, considering the option of pursuing it once she had dealt with the husky. The white orbs of the Dahlian leader returned to he who lingered too closely.
Haha, thanks, ^=^ Also, since she’s hunting the pups won’t be with her—I forgot about that >__> And she is in her lupus form
500+
While the woad warrior had been held within the confines of the packland, a prisoner of her own new lifestyle, she knew that no trouble had been caused. Even while pregnant the Adonis had sought to fulfill her duties. It was only now, with those lives born, that she was greatly confined. Their protection was her responsibility, and she put their lives before her own willingly. Brielfy, she would hunt as she did now. And she scanned a large circumference to ensure that there was no immediate threat. Returning to the den, she commanded her young to stay within the den until she returned, trusting that they would obey. But she would not be gone too long regardless of the success or failure of the hunt. As with the wounded, Cwmfen would return always before those seeking blood could arrive.
It had not been long before the woad bound maw had scented a rabbit. Her fluid movements, ethereal and unearthly, carried her silently through the forest of summer’s end. The quiet intensity of those white orbs scanned the woods for movement as her maw worked to catch the scents upon the bright air. The prey was close—she could sense it now. The scent grew stronger. She paused. And there, within the foliage ahead, she found the small creature feeding. For a moment, the woad-marked fae adjusted her body, the hunter’s prowl adopted as the white eyes calculated the distance, the speed required. Then she leapt, but her body had been idle too long, and it did not respond as well as it should have. Already, the rabbit was sprinting away, but the wolf loped after her quarry. And she remembered how to run as the wind and the water, remembering with uplifting exhilaration. This hunt was simply a training routine. As the rabbit darted this way and that, the wolf followed, her agility tested. And, while the urgency to feed and be able to produce milk for her unweaned pups existed, for a moment the success of the hunt was of no concern. And imperceptibly fierce smile moved across her maw, and the distance between the two ceased. Her jaws snapped at the rabbit’s heels but caught only air. Not yet. Her heart beat and remembered its work. The boarders of the pack grew near—her mind recognized that—and the distance between them was nearly optimal—
Those fluid movements like wind ceased, the woad bound paws grasping the earth as her speed fell away into nothingness. The posture was lifted, erected as it always was. And yet, now, the black plume lifted also as those white orbs beheld what her nose had caught. "Leroy," the alto melody greeted tranquilly and yet not amiably. "What brings you here once more?" And the woad-banded ears listened expectantly. The Adonis considered the husky that was now of Cour des Miracles, once of Crimson Dreams and once Loner. He had been at the Dahlian boarders before, seeking to patrol so far from home against a threat. But all had been quiet now. "You know that you are not welcome here, Leroy." Briefly, the eyes watched the unseen trail of her lost quarry, considering the option of pursuing it once she had dealt with the husky. The white orbs of the Dahlian leader returned to he who lingered too closely.