fires rage

[Firefly Sadira]

241 commune of the salmon

The woman was in a foul mood. The lands had been cold and hunting had been measly that day. She wasn't hungry, but the thought that the sudden streak of cold had send the animals into the ground so suddenly annoyed her. She had been out padding across the lands, testing the limits of her borders and renewing scent markers, if she was working the prey should be working to keep themselves plump. She didn't even want to think what the end of the winter season would be like if the animals were running to their burrows this early in the cycle. She growled and padded down to the river, hoping that she would have better luck there.

Her emerald orbs sparkled darkly as she walked along the ebony river that glittered and glowed eerily in the moonlight. She loved the feeling of power the dark flowing waters gave her as she walked it's bank, her shadow playing and dancing along it's icy surface as she kept her eyes and ears at attention for a late snack. She wasn't starving but she didn't want to feel the pangs of winter unless she had to, and the way things were going she had a feeling by spring she would have this land nested at the heart of a sweet little deal. She chuckled mysteriously at the thought, her mind ticking away like clockwork as she smiled. Soon enough she could begin her plans.

[Linquilea de la Rosesangl]

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The woman was terrifying in stature - huge, almost large enough to be considered a monster of the night. And yet she was also strikingly beautiful, if someone dared to come close enough to inspect her features. The inky fur that covered her enormous body was rich in its hues; it was not a simple and common black. See it in the sun, and one might catch rays of blue and brown and red, dancing together in a terrible rainbow. But see it in the darkness, and it was probably too late - Linquilea moved silently under the cover of night, and to be too close to her while she suffered from a foul mood, or perhaps a relapse of memory, was a terrifying and potentially fatal mistake.

Her spells had been less frequent in her youth. That was not to say the woman was not still in a terrifying prime; her muscular body showed now sign of decay, and the only sign of her age was the small streak of silver beneath her strong jaw. But Linquilea's mind, ever volatile, sometimes took her to a place she did not want to see, reminding her of the events that changed her permanently; the ones that took her a way from who she could have been... It was the dark red of blood on a fertile autumn ground, mangled bodies of sable and gold twisted together in the rich smelling dirt, the staining of crimson around an alabaster mouth that whispered "I'm so sorry..."...

She suffered from one of those spells earlier in the day, and she was still slightly shaky and off her normally pristine game. Linquilea walked in these unfamiliar lands on two legs, appreciative of the virus that had been bestowed upon her by Morden all those years ago. Still, she could not deny her heritage; the woman was most frequently seen in a four legged form, preferably Secui. She enjoyed the enhanced power it gave her; it was the only difference she could discern from the natural Lupus. But now she sought to be terrifyingly huge; standing well over most men would do the job nicely. However, her sensitive nose had picked up the scent of a woman, and she followed it to a stream.

The woman she sought was by a stream, and smaller than she. A sneer curled across her dark lips, dark gold eyes narrowed as she approached the creature. She was not accustomed to small talk, often preferring the comfortable introduction of teeth. Instead, she cleared her throat, drawing attention to herself. What do you find funny? she asked, voice low and gravely as it had always been. Linquilea found it strange to come across a randomly chuckling woman. Perhaps this female would have something interesting to offer. [/html]