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Post by KaiNaium on Jan 4, 2012 10:39:47 GMT -5
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A hollow shiver of pleasure, shaking through her body unseen, emanated through her at the snake spine's removal from the body. She had not been watching the process, but even just the sound of tearing flesh electrified her own spine. The only outside indicator of her enjoyment was perhaps the flash of violet through her eyes, hidden away quickly by a blink. She had decided long ago that her lurid reactions to more gruesome event should remain within herself. This was for the better. She had also long decided that Dynam was to be known only to her and her equal in this world; Shairron.
She then thought briefly about how often his name made guest appearances in her thoughts. She thought about if she did the same in his. She was hopeful, perhaps desperately clinging to some distant memory of him that had cared for her and about her. Those days were long shattered now.
Returning from her sanctuary, she glanced over at Lyta as she spoke affirmation of her mission, stating she would join her. Yssu could come if she liked, but Narra was unsure of Yssu's hunting skills. Then again, she was unsure if both wolves were capable. They were both ranked above her, although, so she hadn't much of a choice. She didn't like it, but knew that somewhere in the middle would be good for her.
You can do good there.
A nod from Lyta left her in front, and another unseen shiver of macabre joy shook through her. It was time to do what she did best.
Leaving the little snake-snack behind, she exited the blood-flower meadow and entered the fringe of the surrounding trees. She set up at the roots of a large tree, shading the dew on the blood-flowers and anything else hiding from the mid-morning sun. Her ears pricked as she closed her eyes and searched through the nearby, shaded patch.
The energy-world seemed much more vibrant than the one adjacent that she misspent much of her time in. She could stride around like this all day, and not miss anything that happened around her. With Dynam, she felt no weakness. Unfortunately, it was far safer to use Dynam with moderation.
She quickly picked up a herd of deer nearby, up the hill aways, and found it much more suitable to eat than a pawful of smaller critters. Murmuring, "Deer," to Lyta as she turned, Dynam extinguished, she trotted up the hill to crouch beside the small herd. There weren't many deer suitable for hunting here. Near all of them were healthy and well fed. However, there were two doe that might be of use. One was weak, most likely old and decrepit. The other was a newborn. She knew that the fawn would be easier to capture while the elder would have more meat to feast on. The fawn might, however, pose a small ethical problem for her Majara. The elder seemed more appealing to her. The younger might grow to be hunted later, the way she saw it. She turned to her leader.
"Your decision: the elder or the fawn." She had to admit her interest in her Majara's judgment was intruiging.
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Post by Forte on Jan 5, 2012 0:48:34 GMT -5
Contentedly Yssu followed Lyta and Narra across the meadow of poppies and into the surrounding wood. She was excited to have the chance to explore her new home; she had seen very little of it so she was thrilled to be able to poke around for hidden wonders, such as the camp meadow. She was confident that, were she allowed to go on an expedition, she would know every landmark and game trail within 100 miles as well as she knew her own den.
As soon as Yssu picked up the scent of deer her ears perked and she became alert for all signs of the herd, but she remained attentive to the landscape. The ground, which had begun to slope upward, was scattered with fallen leaves and clearly marked a trail that was obviously used by the herd quite often. She wondered if, to find water, they traveled downhill to where the Majara and Cercaethor had stalked the deer earlier.
As the three wolves crested the hill, Yssu fell to a stalking pose, as low to the ground as she could get to hide her white fur. They were screened from view of the deer by only a few rows of ferns, beyond which the woods opened up into a small meadow. The Heir too assessed the herd, looking for weaknesses, and found the same individuals as Narra, and she also noticed that there were several more game trails leading out of the meadow, in all directions. The panicked deer would be most likely to take these familiar paths; but there was no way they could cut off the prey entirely from escaping, they were only three wolves. She turned an ear toward Lyta, ready to receive a command.
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Post by Accalia on Jan 7, 2012 12:37:27 GMT -5
(OOC: Just to note that technically, until Yssu succeeds Aaliyah, Narra outranks Yssu (not the other way around XD ). Heir is a Command-tier position but carries the same authority/rank as a Scirion, just a lot more prestige + the fact that they're training for the Diesti or Majara rank, not a regular Foundation-tier rank. That's essentially what the Heir is, a Majara-Scirion. XD I fail at explaining ranks, the rank page was probably just confusing. ) [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/dmND.png] Lyta padded after Narra as they left the Tal-Amayala meadow, turning her back on the snake's meat and heading in search of something more substantial. Noting the Cercaethor's position in the roots of a large tree, Lyta slunk into the cover of the undergrowth nearby, cursing her bright red coat ad infinitum. "Deer," Narra murmured, and then trotted away up the hill. Lyta followed as stealthily as she could, knowing she stuck out like a sore thumb in the forest, full of dark greens and browns. Hopefully the deer, living as close to Tal-Amayala as they did, would be used to seeing splashes of bright red around the place and wouldn't take too much notice of the little wolf. How had Narra scented those deer anyway? Lyta would never have picked it up, not at that distance. She frowned slightly, unsure. She would have to try and get to know her Cercaethor better - it was repeatedly being hammered into her today that just because they were packmates now Lyta couldn't assume to know everything about her. Or Yssu, come to that. She glanced sideways at the white wolf. The Heir was in a stalking position, ears perked in the direction of the herd of deer. She seemed confident enough with her hunting skills, and Lyta smiled inwardly. She was very much aware that she would need to train this wolf. When Lyta died, Yssu would be Aaliyah's Diesti, and possibly even Majara after that. It was vital that she understood every aspect of hunting and fighting and leading and politics, and Lyta resolved to try and have some lessons with her soon. She reflected quietly on the fact that she was probably just as young as Yssu, on the fact that she should probably be the one taking lessons from some wizened elder. But she shook her head at that thought. Life had hardened her. She knew enough. Quietly, Lyta slid her small, lithe body into the gap beneath a patch of brambles and poked her head over the crest of the hill. There they were, a herd of deer, at just the right distance - not too far away to chase, not so close that the deer would notice the wolves before they began to give chase. This must be the herd that other deer was from, Lyta realised. It was odd to find one on its own - she should've known its herd would be close. That must have been how Narra worked it out. Pushing her senses back to the hunt - disappearing into her mind like that, even for a few seconds, was a bad habit that she would have to work on getting rid of, especially when she was supposed to be focusing on a hunt. She registered that Narra was talking to her just in time to catch the tail end of the sentence, and understood. She scanned the herd, searching for the two deer that her packmate had indicated. She instantly dismissed the deer. Lyta was very conscious of the responsibility of wolves to take the elderly and the weak, so that the herd might live on to feed future generations of the pack. Taking a fawn was out of the question, even if one disregarded Lyta's inner code of honour, which told her to take the old ones, to let the deer have a good life before it died. Lyta considered the situation. Poor at stealth because of her red coat, her education - back when she received one - had never been focused on hunting. Her teachers had known there was no point ever trying to be good at the subject, and besides, she had always had others to hunt for her. She had little or no experience with the tactics of a hunt, but she couldn't show that - as the Majara of the newborn pack, it was vital that the others respect her. Lyta had never been one to stand on ceremony, but she did feel the need not to appear like a total idiot in front of her new followers. Terrified as she was of completely messing it up, she refused to just dump the problem in Narra's lap and let her choose. She glanced at Yssu and found her looking at her, waiting for a command. Lyta winced imperceptibly and made a decision. "Yssu and I both have coats that stand out. Us two sneaking up on anything could be a bit of a disaster," she murmured, flicking an ear at Yssu apologetically as she said it, to show she meant no offence by the comment. "Especially me. Narra, you sneak down through the ferns, try and get a bit closer. Then we'll all just... burst out of the bushes at them, I guess. Go straight for the elderly one. I'll use my fire power to scare them, split it off from the herd. Narra, grab hold of it. When Yssu catches up to you, you can work together to take it down," she finished. Despite herself, she glanced at Narra, nervous. She had a strong understanding of battle tactics, but she'd never presided over a hunt before. Not that she'd admit that, but she sort of hoped the Cercaethor would come to her rescue. If not, she just hoped the plan worked.
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Post by KaiNaium on Jan 10, 2012 19:23:23 GMT -5
[bg=3d1170][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,399,table] Narra caught Yssu and Lyta's movement in her peripherals, hearing her reply with ease. She nodded at the hunting plan. It was... fine. Hardly daring and a textbook default, but fine. There was nothing wrong with it. She just wasn't a huge fan of the planning out every single step. With a final nod in Lyta's direction, she stalked off to the aforementioned bushes and, careful not to ruffle the bushes and alert their prey, crouched there in wait. She caught Lyta's eyes from her position and, again, inclined her head. Patiently, she waited for Lyta to give her some form of a signal.
I guess that's why I like hunting alone, she thought. I'd have already caught the dang thing and dragged it back to them.
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Post by Forte on Jan 14, 2012 12:41:25 GMT -5
Yssu nodded at Lyta's comment on her coat. In the mountains the whiteness of her fur had actually been an advantage. The rocks where she had hunted had been light-colored, and when it had snowed she had rarely missed a kill. Also, her horns often caused her to be mistaken as a harmless goat to some prey...such as goats. In fact she had often been able to sneak right into the middle of a herd simply by keeping her head down as if grazing. But down here, unfortunately, there were no goats. The deer would probably see her as a threat right away--not that she was sure of that. The Heir was inexperienced with deer as they lacked the sure-footedness required to live in her old habitat. But she would learn.
The Heir approved of Lyta's decision not to take the fawn. With prey so scant in her old pack, she had been raised to target only the oldest and weakest goats so that the herds would strengthen and continue to feed the pack in the future. Had the weak adult been the mother of the fawn, though, that would have been a different story. A fawn can't survive without its mother so it would have been just as harmful to the herd of deer to take the adult as to take both.
The plan set, Yssu, with a nod and wishes of good luck to her Majara, slunk away around the edge of the clearing, positioning herself an equal distance from Lyta and Narra so together they could best guard the edges of the clearing against the deer that would, in a few moments, be panicked. The white wolf stuck to the shadows as she looked for a good place to hide and wait. Soon she was crouched in a small hollow at the very edge of the meadow, ferns overhanging her. She watched the deer through the spaces at the bases of the ferns and waited for something to happen.
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Post by Accalia on Jan 14, 2012 13:40:15 GMT -5
(OOC: S'okay, Narra, everybody has dry spells ) [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/dmND.png]Lyta watched the other two wolves sneak off and gulped. She really hoped this worked. Narra seemed... not hugely enthusiastic about the whole plan, from her body language. And she was the expert here, not Lyta, who had annoyingly enough grown up somewhere that didn't even faintly resemble the Steppe, and as such had not the foggiest idea what she was doing. She wasn't exactly born to hunt. Well, she had been born to fight, and lead. She would just have to pretend it was some kind of battle. With that in mind, Lyta instantly felt better at ease, treating the deer as enemy wolves, their target as one which needed to be taken prisoner. Lyta could have just thrown fire at the deer until it died, but she preferred not to cook her meat unless she was wary of its safeness to eat. Besides, using her power over that distance would have been extremely taxing. No, this way was better. She pondered for a signal, and then decided that as the two other wolves would be - or should be, anyway - watching the herd of deer, she'd just get started. What she was planning would be a little hard not to notice. Closing her eyes and deep breathing, Lyta carefully counted time inside her head, sinking into a meditation-like state, ready for magic. Channelling fire through her own body, usually her claws, was easy enough. Doing it at any distance was... challenging, and she needed to focus. She carefully imagined the energy inside her, felt it pulsing with magic, took a large part and nurtured it carefully inside herself. Snapping her eyes open, she drew a line of fire into the grass between their target deer and the rest of the herd. The impact was immediate. The herd panicked - all things that lived on the Steppe were terrified by fire - and their prey, the elderly deer, bolted towards them. At the same time, Lyta went a little limp, her head dipping as she felt the magic take its toll on her strength, as always. Frowning, she stood straight and told herself not to do that again. It's just magic. She was over-stressing herself, and she needed calm. Magic was made all the more difficult and tiring by being nervous about it. The deer had scented them now and had paused, uncertain, trapped between the fire and the scent of the wolves. Go, Narra Lyta thought. Now is the time.
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Post by KaiNaium on Jan 14, 2012 15:52:59 GMT -5
[bg=3d1170][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,399,table] Her Majara's signal was far from expected, but was hard to go by unnoticed. A line of fire drew itself into the ground between the elder and the rest of the herd. The elder bolted, and Narra reacted immediately.
The elder doe, wide-eyed and skittish, danced over to her location. Without hesitation, she sprung from her post and latched her teeth and claws onto the elder's neck. The deer bucked, attempting to unseat her, but she held firm. Her teeth ripped through flesh so she could find the kill-zone, the area in the deer that cut off its existence. The sheer weight of her caused the deer's aged legs to buckle. The squirming, soon-to-be-carcass tumbled to the ground as she bit down on the kill-zone. The only thing on her mind was, I hope this thing tastes good.
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Post by Forte on Jan 15, 2012 3:49:12 GMT -5
Yssu hesitated, confused, when the signal first appeared. At first she doubted that the appearance of fire could be the signal. It wasn't useful at all. Even a simple bark would have been more productive. But what else could it be? Half a moment later Yssu snarled with annoyance at the Majara. All that the line of fire had done was separate the target from the rest, which could have been accomplished by simply chasing the herd, and cut Yssu off from the target.
Ridiculous, she privately scorned the Majara as she leapt into the fray. The healthy herd, already running toward the edge of the clearing, split like the Red Sea around the white wolf who was sprinting straight toward the target. Narra had been positioned closer, so she was already atop it, the weak creature trying to buck her off. It was preoccupied. Yssu saw her chance as the deer's hind legs met the earth: she lunged forward and grabbed a leg, twisting it with all her might until the deer was down. Now she could see that Narra had the hunt under control, so the white wolf backed up and watched the struggles of the deer weaken and die.
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Post by Accalia on Jan 18, 2012 16:35:44 GMT -5
Sorry it took me so long to post, life is hectic, GCSE options coming up (panic!) and homework and stuff and yeah. Urghhh my post fails. No muse. [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/dmND.png]Lyta grinned as she saw Narra's teeth close around the elder's neck. Slipping out of the forest, she bounded towards the deer, but there was no need; Narra held onto the deer, sending it tumbling to the ground. Lyta pulled up short, slowed down, and approached at a more leisurely pace. Well, that was easy, she thought to herself. And now I know that Narra is as good as she seems, too. The deer seemed dead enough to her, though she still wasn't an expert, not by any stretch of the imagination. However, she did doubt that it was going to get up and run away. She paused, considering for a moment. In some places it was traditional that the alpha ate first, followed by her followers in order of rank. On the other hand, where she came from, the wolf whose kill it was - the one who brought down the deer - had the privilege of eating first, and inviting others to eat in the order she decided. She pondered for a moment, then nodded to Narra. She might be somewhere new, and it might be necessary to drop most of the customs of her childhood, but it just seemed more polite this way.
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Post by KaiNaium on Jan 21, 2012 19:00:10 GMT -5
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She felt that last heave of the deer's chest underneath her, and sighed. The sigh was something that exited her every time she felt a life fade beside her. It was almost as if a part of her died with the creature whose life was so easily ended by her fangs and claws. There also was the satisfaction and needle-like shots of pleasure from the tangy taste of blood in her mouth. In this way, she supposed, she was a contradiction; an enigma. She felt a loss at the life that so easily faded, as was the way of the mortal. But, also, she felt that macabre need for bloodshed that so inevitably connected her to the space inside that held no soul. And, at times, she doubted that the small shard of soul left within her ever affected her. Every thought, action, and feeling was inside of her because that was the way she was raised.
She was neither mortal nor immortal. She was a nothing.
The rush of energy from the hunt was still within her. She checked mentally that the color of her eyes remained within their normal spectrum as the Majara trotted up. Yssu had backed up, leaving Narra perched, alone, over the lifeless corpse. The Majara nodded at her, intending to allow her to eat first, but she refused, retreating from the kill to sit next to Yssu in silence.
The only sure-fire way to explain her actions was her eagerness to prove that her father no longer held complete sway over her. Other, lesser ambitions also contributed to her actions, but none of them truly flicked through her brain.
Her face was absent of expression, with perhaps a bit of defiance in her eyes of Lyta's clear wishes. But she held firm, her posture communicated stability and assurance in relation to the position she was currently in the pack. This made her wishes clear, as well: Leader eats first.
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Post by Forte on Jan 28, 2012 15:55:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/eA7n.png][scrolly:h(199),w(500),sy] Yssu watched intently the wordless assertions of both her superiors. Narra wanted Lyta to eat first, and Lyta wanted Narra to. It was rather amusing to the white wolf, who at this moment thought that it didn't matter who ate first. There was plenty of meat to go around, especially since Aaliyah was not with them. In her pack the alpha had always eaten first. The most important wolves must eat first. The pups were often allowed to eat alongside the alpha and beta, a privilege she had reveled in. In her mountain home food was scarce and any opportunities had to be taken.
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Post by Accalia on Feb 4, 2012 15:28:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/dmND.png]Lyta couldn't help noticing the way Narra held herself after the kill, but she assumed it was triumph. She knew she'd be pretty happy if she succeeded in a hunt, although Narra had presumably managed this many times before. This was one of Lyta's first times and she felt a little thrill of happiness. It was times like this when she felt immortal, like she could do anything she turned her paws to. It wasn't true, but she was a confident wolf, perhaps even cocky. She smiled. She sometimes wondered if she should have accepted when... but no. Life was good. Narra retreated from the kill, sitting next to Yssu. Lyta raised an eyebrow, but didn't argue the point. It didn't truly matter to her, not that much anyway. She approved of the action. Mindless obedience was tiring, stupid, foolish, and usually got people killed, especially when superiors started giving stupid orders. She'd seen that enough in her short life. Narra had shown respect to her leader by letting her eat first and a mind of her own in not just doing what Lyta wanted. Lyta liked that. She grinned and moved onto the deer, ripping off a leg and retreating a metre or so, tearing off chunks and wolfing them down. The little wolf was hungry and had never been a lightweight when it came to food. She stripped the meat from the bones of the leg quietly and efficiently. She'd never been dainty or messy with her food, just... thorough. And hungry. Remembering the other wolves with her, she glanced at Narra and Yssu, nodding to indicate they could take their own shares from the deer. Yes, Lyta thought to herself, life is good.
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Post by KaiNaium on Feb 8, 2012 21:23:52 GMT -5
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At Lyta's nod, that small part of her that still held old pretenses urged her to bound toward the meal with great haste. But, she threw the thought aside. Those were old days, when there was a war every day over every scrap of meat. But, it was her father's eyes that had nodded to her. These were Lyta's eyes, and they were far kinder. But, absent were the one thing that she cared for about her father: the challenge that he posed. She remembered with fondness the sparrings she held with him, where he left just skin-scars. For the most part, any other time, he scarred her on a place that neither bled nor healed.
She far prefered to bleed.
She stepped forward, habitually placing her claws deep within the deer's flesh on either side of the foreleg. With a tug, she sheared skin and meat off the foreleg and dragged the chunk a few pawsteps away. With bloodlusting pleasure, she grappled the meat and ripped off the chewy, bloody meat with her canines. A thin layer of blood clung to her mouth as she nosed the near-bare bone to the side and licked leftover meat and blood from between her claws. Absentmindedly, her eyes twinkled with satisfaction. Food was good. Meat was better.
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Post by Forte on Feb 15, 2012 0:04:12 GMT -5
((OOPS. Didn't realize you guys were waiting on me. >_< sorry.)) Yssu quickly became bored of this honor and respectfulness game, but a lesson that had been ingrained in her mind since her birth was to know and keep her place, and that she did. After both Lyta and Narra had finally taken some meat a few paces from the carcass, Yssu came forward and positioned herself over the collar and dug right in, instead of separating a choice part and moving away with it. This way the white wolf had all the parts that Lyta and Narra had not chosen. She used the full strength of her jaws to rip a ragged hole at the base of the neck. Immediately the carcass began to bleed out, but Yssu didn't mind: she buried her entire muzzle in the hole she had made, wolfing down the meat. Delicious.
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Post by Accalia on Feb 15, 2012 16:18:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/dmND.png]The young Majara finished her meal and stared at the scraps of meat left on the bone, claws twitching. Some deeply buried part of her flew back to the times she had regularly shared a kill with packmates, and in the darkest corners of her mind, she almost considered - no, almost longed to - but no. No. The little red wolf refused her dark side, pushing the thoughts away. She was not that wolf any more. She would be a good leader for the Alliance, warm and rough and fiery. A wolf through and through. There was nothing of the immortal, or the supernatural, or the macabre in her spirit, only the many shades of fire; warmth and friendship, heat and anger, pride and, okay, arrogance. She was glad. She pitied the great beings who walked the earth with wondrous powers or great companions or noble lineages, so far above her. She was normal enough, and she was proud to be an alphess. That was enough for her. Any more would pull her too high above her fellow wolf, make her even more alone than she already was. Lyta got up, leaving the scraps and bones behind. She walked away, yawned, and stretched. "Well, I'd say that's started off the morning nicely enough." Indeed, now her belly was full and she was in a good mood, even to the point of being able to dispel the dark thoughts and cheer up. She smiled brightly, bright with the simple pleasures of life; sunshine, food, friendship. She glanced at the other two, waiting for them to finish up. "Now, seeing as we're together, we may as well take the chance to explore... unless you two have other plans?" She did want, very much, to explore the territory. The Tal-Amayala Meadow was beautiful, but she had seen many other places when she marked out her new territory: the circular Ambran Caeli lake at the centre of the world; Aquila Summit, the mountain that touched the sky; Ae'chi, the strangest place she had ever seen; the Iluna Cliffs like a giant staircase to the heavens. She was bursting to see them again, to run through her territory. She felt a glow of pride and happiness just at being able to think that; my territory. She was a wolf born to lead. Perhaps it was arrogant of her, but she knew that in her heart.
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Post by KaiNaium on Feb 20, 2012 13:53:39 GMT -5
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Her Majara's suggestion was intriguing, to say the least. Absentmindedly, she stood with the leg bone clenched between her canines and set it near the desecrated corpse. She sat with a dignity absent in her fighting style, but always present when in a social situation. Her grey eyes blinked in the newly-risen sun.
"Yes," she nodded, "yes I must admit I've become a bit curious. We haven't explored thoroughly the place where we make our home." She gestured openly at her surroundings. "And it is such a beautiful place." The sun spread across the clearing, shedding warm light onto her fur and into her skin. She smiled at the feeling.
Things had seemed so dark before, so shadowed and foggy. She hadn't known where to go or what to do. She hadn't figured out where to even start. But now, with Sun shining on her fur and the fur of her comrades, she felt just a little bit of that darkness start to fade. Maybe, she thought desperately, by midday, the darkness will have vanished entirely. She had never thought anything so absurd. Darkness will always be there, it's what he's best at. But maybe, just maybe, sunlit shadows are a bit less scary.
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Post by Forte on Feb 20, 2012 14:15:10 GMT -5
It surprised Yssu to see that Narra and Lyta ate in silence. She was used to the clamor of laughter, stories, jokes, games and songs around the kill, and the white wolf wasn't sure if she liked the quiet or not. As she ate she became aware of the sounds she made while consuming the meat and she tried to eat more quietly.
When Lyta and Narra had finished, Yssu was still working on the much larger rest-of-the-body, but at the suggestion of exploring, she was more than happy to quit the carcass. She jumped to her paws, unable to contain her excitement. Exploring! Her calling, one of the great joys in her life. "Yes, definitely!" she whimpered before Narra could answer. Yssu had seen very little of the territory so far: just the dens, the meadow and the forest between here and there. She wondered if the territory was vast or small and if it had anything interesting in it.
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Post by Accalia on Mar 18, 2012 11:05:45 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] | [atrb=background,http://i.imm.io/dmND.png] Lyta smiled as Yssu showed her enthusiasm. Lyta nodded at Narra's comment. "Indeed. This is a beautiful place. I cannot think of anywhere better to have chosen to claim." The sun was still rising and all the colours of the new day were flooding over the land. Lyta tossed her head as the light's fingers fell on her fur. She felt good; full stomach, packmates around her, and a whole day to explore. The warmth made her smile, and she grinned at nothing in particular before heading off in the direction of the strange place she had seen earlier. She had called it Ae'chi; she wasn't sure why, it just fitted the place. There was a strange beauty there, and a strange pull, as well as that fear that haunted the unknown and the strange for her.
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(OOC: ARGH! I'm so sorry! I totally forgot about this! I'm an awful RPer! arrrghh! I'm so sorry D: )
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