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Setting Location Form NPCs
Date: 17 Sept* (Forward-dated)

Weather: Overcast with a cool, misty breeze

Time: Mid-afternoon
Optime
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Sonje by Sie!


A horse lay dying on the rocky bay's edge, afflicted with two broken legs and an irreparable skull fracture from the accidental slip and resulting fall. Sonje only stared, listening to its labored breathing and ignoring the shivers traveling the length of her spine. She attributed it to the watery breeze, not the sight of the suffering creature before her. It wasn't Jagga, but another mare, a young chestnut with a small white blaze on her forehead. The blaze was almost completely obscured by blood now, at which Sonje couldn't cease to stare.

In her desperate hunger, she'd gone for the irregular bout of horse meat, chasing a thin, wild mare out into the openness of the Waste. The rocks proved too uneven and slick for the horse to traverse, and had fallen terribly before Sonje could kill her herself. When she'd started tracking the equine, she'd left Jagga back in the woods, perhaps too ashamed to be hunting one of her brethren. Sonje had done it before—and she'd do it again when/if the time came—but she wasn't prone to this meal choice. She felt even more guilty now, watching her die slowly. All the same, her guilt didn't guide her to a mercy killing of the horse, she just stared, having never paid attention to the amount of fear and light in a dying creature's eyes.

Wide and wet, her large eye stared unseeingly into the clouded sky, blood trickling from the gash on her forehead and from the corner of her mouth, pooling uncomfortably beneath her head. Sonje watched, crouching beside her, fascinated and wondering. She held Viper possessively in her hands, prepared to stab the horse to death, but she hesitated (even in her hunger). She could not explain the sudden intrigue, but she'd been doing a lot of strange things lately, and it seemed mostly associated with the fresh evolving of hormones—though she didn't know this—as Sonje was undoubtedly a woman now, of tastes different from her childhood and what they used to be.


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Zadkiel yawned and stretched his arms up towards the sky. His stomach grumbled lightly and caused him to set himself to the task of finding something to put into it. Fingers reached up to tease his hair as he walked. He tried to keep himself away from the lands belonging to packs as he moved about. It wasn't that he was ashamed of what he ate but would rather not have a whole pack bearing down on him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to do anything if he was outnumbered. It was why he stuck to filling himself with loners. Who would miss them anyways? About as much as he would be missed, most likely. He was from such a large family that he didn't even know them all. Not that it concerned him in the slightest.

A scent was carried to him on the light breeze and had a smile creasing at his lips. It was the unmistakable scent of one on their own, of one not belonging to a particular portion of land. Of course to him that meant it was the scent of food. Or that was his thought until he had gotten closer. The woman had a blade with her and so it wouldn't be an easy meal as he had thought it would be. But that was fine with him as there were other things that she would still be good for. She wasn't as dark as he liked but she still wasn't of a lighter coat color as he was. it was still enough to take that chance to tempt the gods without actually doing so.

Zadkiel did nothing to hide his approach but he didn't go about making it elaborately pronounced either. He didn't bother to say a word as he walked towards the female, stopping behind and to the left of her. He stared behind the female in order to see what it was that was being stared at. All he found there was a slowly dieing horse but didn't really see the same amount of intrigue with it. Though it did make him wonder about getting one of those creatures for himself to make travel easier. Zad hadn't exactly come across the cheapest way to obtain one so far. Or at least hadn't run across a loner that he could kill and steal one from.






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