Waiting on daylight

[Iskata Sadira]

ooc: If anyone wants threads from the old forum continued tell me please.. otherwise I'm going to drop them and start fresh.

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Their children were growing fast and she wasn't really surprised, should she ever be surprised, anymore nowadays she thought not. She had been old alone hunting for the pack, finally taking up the position she'd been neglecting for the past four or five months. If she'd even tried to hunt it was a chance she'd have had to take earlier, Phoenix had been nagging at her at every move he'd made and every sniffle or sneeze. She'd patiently waited til the children were old enough to do without their mother's milk all the time and now she was happy for the few hours on her own to do the things she use to do.

She knew her muscles were out of shape from her months of lounging around and taking care of the children, but now everything seemed in order and she needed the exercise. It was nearing the winter months and she knew food would come in short supplies soon, stalking through the outstretch of forest along the northern border she raised her head and caught the scent of deer. Opening her mouth to get a better track on the scent she switched her route and headed north east towards the skeletal trees on the outskirts of their land. Why in the world the deer were grazing there she couldn't guess, but she stalked through the woods towards their clearing quietly, hoping this hunt would amount to something atleast.

[Tamerlane]

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It seemed hopelessly bizarre that every second measured the same amount of time as the next. As did every minute, and every day, and every week, and every month. The reason for the strangeness of this clear-as-daylight fact was that some periods of time just threw themselves by in a blur of events and experience. For instance, Tamerlane was no longer as new as he had been to Storm; indeed, he was very much a pack member now. He had done so much in his time here, including meeting others, learning of the culture of Bleeding Souls and its various regions, and of course exploring. As was his forte. Yet much of this was something of a blur. The evidence that he had been here a while now was still there; he emerged from the den in which he rested (though he didn't tend to sleep more than a few hours every night, by force of habit) to find everything familiar to him. Tamerlane turned his grey-black eyes from the still verdant canopy, through which the sunlight blinked, in the north-easterly direction of a familiar scent. Purposefully, he didn't go too far in the direction of the female he knew as Iskata Sadira; it was evident from the slight movements he could see from here that she was hunting. His step was always stealthy, but if she knew his presence, perhaps she'd be distracted in her hunt. So Tamerlane continued his walk in an opposite direction.

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