Post by Warlock on Nov 24, 2005 17:59:12 GMT -6
Silence reigned in these barren lands, silence so heavy that it was almost palpable. Dark grey clouds drifted across a sky of an only slightly lighter hue. A single tree rose from the pale brownish earth, dead arms reaching towards that sky as though seeking aid. A few mangy crows, their black feathers dull, perched upon those branches, though they uttered not a single cry. Even their yellow eyes seemed deadened, somehow.
A shadow now flitted across the ground, so sudden that one observing might well have attributed it to pure imagination. The creature who lurked out of sight behind a heap of boulder-sized rocks was no mere figment of the subconcious, however. A lanky wolfish body crouched there, belly brushing the ground, patchy black fur greyish with dust. Crimson eyes, so dark as to be nearly black, gleamed, seeming to be the only bright objects in these lands. Scars heavily crisscrossed the female's body, being most prevalent upon her muzzle, chest, and flanks. 'Twas a sure sign that this one had been in many a battle--and survived. Much of her skeletal structure was visible, the ribs, hip bones, spine and even the bones of her skull showing clearly.
A low growl now rumbled in her throat, and she rose fully to her feet, her emaciated body uncoiling as she broke into a fluid run reminiscent of a weasel's gait. She had spotted a single lone fox cub, and now, having gotten within suitable distance, pounced upon it, knocking it to the ground with a heavy blow from one feline forepaw. It squealed, tumbling head over heels, and when it finally came to a stop merely lay in the dust, brown eyes wide.
Ayah slowly advanced upon the poor creature, a merciless grin upon her narrow, angular muzzle. Claws unsheathed from one forepaw, and slashed downward, ripping a gash across the cub's chest. Blood spilled forth from the deep, and yet not life-threatening wound, and was quickly absorbed by the thirsty earth. A pained scream split the still air as a sharp snarl of pleasure emanated from the hellhoundess's throat. "Ah, you unfortunate beast," she purred just before her sharp white fangs ended the cub's life.[/color]
A shadow now flitted across the ground, so sudden that one observing might well have attributed it to pure imagination. The creature who lurked out of sight behind a heap of boulder-sized rocks was no mere figment of the subconcious, however. A lanky wolfish body crouched there, belly brushing the ground, patchy black fur greyish with dust. Crimson eyes, so dark as to be nearly black, gleamed, seeming to be the only bright objects in these lands. Scars heavily crisscrossed the female's body, being most prevalent upon her muzzle, chest, and flanks. 'Twas a sure sign that this one had been in many a battle--and survived. Much of her skeletal structure was visible, the ribs, hip bones, spine and even the bones of her skull showing clearly.
A low growl now rumbled in her throat, and she rose fully to her feet, her emaciated body uncoiling as she broke into a fluid run reminiscent of a weasel's gait. She had spotted a single lone fox cub, and now, having gotten within suitable distance, pounced upon it, knocking it to the ground with a heavy blow from one feline forepaw. It squealed, tumbling head over heels, and when it finally came to a stop merely lay in the dust, brown eyes wide.
Ayah slowly advanced upon the poor creature, a merciless grin upon her narrow, angular muzzle. Claws unsheathed from one forepaw, and slashed downward, ripping a gash across the cub's chest. Blood spilled forth from the deep, and yet not life-threatening wound, and was quickly absorbed by the thirsty earth. A pained scream split the still air as a sharp snarl of pleasure emanated from the hellhoundess's throat. "Ah, you unfortunate beast," she purred just before her sharp white fangs ended the cub's life.[/color]
