Post by Warlock on Sept 3, 2006 18:19:50 GMT -6
So dark here, in this forest, at night. Surely a disadvantage for the slim, white-furred beauty that trekked beneath the towering trees. The pure white of her thick fur marked her clearly in the darkness, whether it be for prey or some malicious creature. And yet such a creature as herself was fond of such darkness, indeed did not fare well in the bright light that would make her a bit less visible. Ironic.
She was on the trail of a wounded deer, following the scent of its warm blood. That deer was not the only one wounded, however. One of her fangs had been broken some time ago, reducing her ability to hunt effectively, and now she limped badly from a blow the buck had managed to one of her forelegs. Not broken -- at least she didn't think so -- but certainly painful.
Beside her stalked another wolfish beast, this one much more suited to nocturnal life. Fur was of pitch black, blending effortlessly with their dark surroundings. The only thing that would, perhaps, give him away were his eyes, glowing like blood-red embers.
Strange, that he did not merely rush ahead to finish their prey off and take the best meat for himself. Strange... Loyalty was not a virtue that this one normally possessed. And yet he and the white-furred female shared such an unusual bond -- that of siblings, or rather of twins.
Now the female would give a low growl, and speed up as much as she was able with her injured leg. The scent of blood was gradually growing stronger, and she believed that they were nearing their prey.
She was on the trail of a wounded deer, following the scent of its warm blood. That deer was not the only one wounded, however. One of her fangs had been broken some time ago, reducing her ability to hunt effectively, and now she limped badly from a blow the buck had managed to one of her forelegs. Not broken -- at least she didn't think so -- but certainly painful.
Beside her stalked another wolfish beast, this one much more suited to nocturnal life. Fur was of pitch black, blending effortlessly with their dark surroundings. The only thing that would, perhaps, give him away were his eyes, glowing like blood-red embers.
Strange, that he did not merely rush ahead to finish their prey off and take the best meat for himself. Strange... Loyalty was not a virtue that this one normally possessed. And yet he and the white-furred female shared such an unusual bond -- that of siblings, or rather of twins.
Now the female would give a low growl, and speed up as much as she was able with her injured leg. The scent of blood was gradually growing stronger, and she believed that they were nearing their prey.