03-22-2009, 07:58 PM
Backdated Feb 17th, Whisper Beach.
Sankor hadn't ventured far past the pack territory since Alexey had returned. He really didn't know what to think about the temper he'd been greeted with but it was almost as though life for the family had gome back to the normal pace. Today though he'd taken to exploring the beach that their territory shared border with, in hopes of finding an easy kill thrown up from the storm that had brewed out in the bay the past night. He normally wasn't one to eat leftovers, but he'd learned that often the kills the ocean would reveal were fresh and rich in flavor and spice. His ebony tail streamed behind him as he trotted down the shore, his eyes bright and excited for what the day might bring.
He had been lucky for the sea had been filled to the brim on fares waiting to be plucked from the shore, and the male had been early enough that the greedy gulls hadn't come out yet in full force to scavange. The male moved lazily from the discarded driftwood to beds of seaweed to investigate. Crabs and mice scattered at his arrival, tempted to chase after the scuttling meals he degressed and instead pawed at the grasses to see if there was anything worthwhile. He'd managed to find a few large fish which he'd stripped off the flesh for himself and left the remains for the others before moving on to larger shadows farther down the beach towards the territories of Inferni.
The male knew better than to venture past their borders to lay claim to anything on the beach but he was already excited as the next shadowy figure on the shore revealed to him to be a large seal, the mammal was still fresh and the eyes bright. He knew that it would be good eatings and so he struggled to bring the washed up beast further up into the sands to take back to the pack later. He wasn't sure if they'd even appreciate his scavanging but atleast he'd put in some time thinking of others this overcast day that seemed to threaten more bonechilling rain. Judging that he'd brought the meat high enough out of the wash of high tide he moved back down to the waves, still hungry to explore.
What the male wasn't expecting was the next shadowy figure tangled in the wash of driftwood and seagrass. A soft whine rose from his throat as he approached the still figure. Gently a paw patted away the weeds and tangles of debri from the damp silvery gold pelt of the wolf but no response of life was he granted. Burying his nose into the silky fur he tried to find a scent on the woman who's life had been gifted back to the land from the sea. Though she'd been place back on shore it seemed that the sea had claimed any alliances she may have had, pack, clan, tribe or loner. Sankor's warm eyes gazed down on the tattered and torn figure as he began to tug on the final resting bed of the lady, the tangled grasses acting like a net he was able to remove her frame from the wash of the shore and into the first few hills of the dunes.
He knew he didn't know the ocean lady but he tried to remember her face and other facts about her so that he could relay the information to his leaders and perhaps they could solve the mystery or pass the news of the loss to the other packs. He was about to walk away and retreave the seal when he realized that he couldn't just leave her form there to become a meal like the seal was to be. His ears pinned back against his skull the male began the slow and backbreaking duty of laying the gypsy to rest. On a bed of fragrant grasses and and eternal view of the setting sun over the bay Iskata Sadira would greet eternity, no longer a Bleeding Soul.
Sankor hadn't ventured far past the pack territory since Alexey had returned. He really didn't know what to think about the temper he'd been greeted with but it was almost as though life for the family had gome back to the normal pace. Today though he'd taken to exploring the beach that their territory shared border with, in hopes of finding an easy kill thrown up from the storm that had brewed out in the bay the past night. He normally wasn't one to eat leftovers, but he'd learned that often the kills the ocean would reveal were fresh and rich in flavor and spice. His ebony tail streamed behind him as he trotted down the shore, his eyes bright and excited for what the day might bring.
He had been lucky for the sea had been filled to the brim on fares waiting to be plucked from the shore, and the male had been early enough that the greedy gulls hadn't come out yet in full force to scavange. The male moved lazily from the discarded driftwood to beds of seaweed to investigate. Crabs and mice scattered at his arrival, tempted to chase after the scuttling meals he degressed and instead pawed at the grasses to see if there was anything worthwhile. He'd managed to find a few large fish which he'd stripped off the flesh for himself and left the remains for the others before moving on to larger shadows farther down the beach towards the territories of Inferni.
The male knew better than to venture past their borders to lay claim to anything on the beach but he was already excited as the next shadowy figure on the shore revealed to him to be a large seal, the mammal was still fresh and the eyes bright. He knew that it would be good eatings and so he struggled to bring the washed up beast further up into the sands to take back to the pack later. He wasn't sure if they'd even appreciate his scavanging but atleast he'd put in some time thinking of others this overcast day that seemed to threaten more bonechilling rain. Judging that he'd brought the meat high enough out of the wash of high tide he moved back down to the waves, still hungry to explore.
What the male wasn't expecting was the next shadowy figure tangled in the wash of driftwood and seagrass. A soft whine rose from his throat as he approached the still figure. Gently a paw patted away the weeds and tangles of debri from the damp silvery gold pelt of the wolf but no response of life was he granted. Burying his nose into the silky fur he tried to find a scent on the woman who's life had been gifted back to the land from the sea. Though she'd been place back on shore it seemed that the sea had claimed any alliances she may have had, pack, clan, tribe or loner. Sankor's warm eyes gazed down on the tattered and torn figure as he began to tug on the final resting bed of the lady, the tangled grasses acting like a net he was able to remove her frame from the wash of the shore and into the first few hills of the dunes.
He knew he didn't know the ocean lady but he tried to remember her face and other facts about her so that he could relay the information to his leaders and perhaps they could solve the mystery or pass the news of the loss to the other packs. He was about to walk away and retreave the seal when he realized that he couldn't just leave her form there to become a meal like the seal was to be. His ears pinned back against his skull the male began the slow and backbreaking duty of laying the gypsy to rest. On a bed of fragrant grasses and and eternal view of the setting sun over the bay Iskata Sadira would greet eternity, no longer a Bleeding Soul.