Walk away from the sun(open)

[ruffian]

Wind that could chill a wolf to their bones, that's what today's weather was like. All Ruffian could hear now, was the snow crunching under talons, and see the air forming in front of her maw, and yet she continued walking. This seemed like a complete wasteland, all she could see for miles was white snow, and sparse pine trees. She winced as the cold bit at her graceful frame, but kept walking, her long ribbon-like tail drug on the ground behind her, making no noise. Her ears pivoted in place, but they picked up nothing important to her, the sound of what appeared, in her mind, to be a small rabbit bouncing about noisily in the thick snow, her stomach protested in hunger, but she did not know where she was, has she intruded on pack lands, she would be delighted if she did. Ruffian stood, her ears erect listening, picking up the rabbit crashing around in the snow, and she held her head high, her light forelock falling over her brown eye as she spotted the rabbit, she lowered her head, ready for the hunt.

She stalked slowly through the snowy landscape so one of the sparse pine trees and stopped in mid step, almost like a pointer. She made sure her pawsteps were absolutely silent as she moved on, as she rounded the tree, she saw the small white rabbit, and back up to the point where she could see the rabbit, but it could not see her. She took in a deep breath and sprinted around the tree, quickly grabbing the rabbit within her talons and tore into it's flesh, and quickly ending it's hell but snapping its neck, rather messily. She dropped the limp prey from her maw, and into the snow, she looked at it, it's previously pristine white fur was now stained crimson and pink with it's own blood. She licked her lips, tasting the salty copper taste of the small rabbit's blood, and her stomach growled, Ruffian had not noticed that she was that hungry. She slowly lowered herself into the snow, the tinge of cold began to seep through her thick fur, and onto her skin, and she shivered, when was winter going to end and when would the prey return. She layed there, staring at the road ahead of her, thinking of the deer and elk when they actually returned, and the lush greens on the ground returned.

She looked to the small rabbit again, it's fur was turning deeper reds and pinks as it continued to bleed out in the cold snow, and she kept thinking of the poor thing, living a hard life then dying in a cold, merciless way in the mitts of a lupus, that really wasn't considered a lupus, one that had been an outcast their entire life, she had pitty for the small white thing between her light gray mitts, Poor thing she whispered to it, then she dug in, taking a bite and feeling the warmth run into her maw, and her stomach not hurt as much from getting the small amount of food, but she needed more, she began to think once more of the lush green grasses and trees of the spring and summer, then of the firey reds that the autumn leaves took on, to her it looked like a Lyxxus had designed that season, seeing as they are always reds, and oranges, and some yellows. She licked her lips once more, tasting the cold, and coppery tinge on her tongue that the rabbit left, the poor thing, but it was the way of life, so she stood, still staring a the rabbit's carcass. She decided to leave it be, let the foxes and such finish the small bits that were left.

Her bodice was almost frozen from laying in the snow, she could feel the fur on her stomach was wet from her body heat heating the snow. She flicked her ribbon-like tail, feeling the air from it near her face, and she sighed through her nose, and kept walking, not letting the crystallized air in front of her face bother her, her pillars felt new once more as she walked, like she was revitalized, only like a small version of spring's first kill. She continued onwards at a faster pace, more air came into her visual as she trotted along, the top of her tail raised just as her head, her ears alert, and her forelock scattering across the top if her face, she glanced around her once more, her orbs catching no more sights than snow and trees, the same boring tundran landscape. Her pawsteps were no longer silent, and her talons made a louder crunching noise, than when she was walking, in which the noise was almost inaudible to her ears.

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[∞ seven]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad340/Toki_Graphix/Posting%20Tables/Seven---Wolf.png,true] [scrolly:h(257),w(420),sy] Snow crunched under Sevens paws as she made her way across the wastes. She liked the wastes, much more than the other lands. She enjoyed them for the quiet she could find here, and the desolate white land that extended for as far as the eye could see, spare a few trees or so. But tonight she did not come for the sights, but to simply be alone. After all, she hadn't much rest after the founding of the Knights, with sorting out all of the positions, and pondering over rituals andwhat specific things the Order should study. And thus, she had found herself here, away from most of the hustle and bustle of the Pack. She yawned, eyeing a copse of trees, it wouldn't hurt to take a quick nap. And smileing at the thought, she layed down and closed her eyes, drifting off into the dream world... She awoke with a start a few minutes later. She hadn't drempt much, though she had gotten at least some sleep. Blinking she kept walking along the wastes, keeping an eye out for any forms that looked unfamiliar. With a yawn she utterd a part of a rhyme she had grown up hearing. "Aus grau wird weiß, aus laut wird leis', die Welt wird zugedeckt, und von der Frühlingssonne, wird sie wieder aufgeweckt." Translated into the language of Wonderwhy, it meant Out of gray is white, Out loudness is silence, The World is covered up, And not until the spring sun, Is it going to be bright. It really wasn't a rhyme, but she enjoyed the meaning of it anyway. Turning, she cast her eyes to the ground, the snow was sharper here and mixed with ice and she didn't want sore paws walking back. When she cast them upward though, what she saw was not ice and snow but a Myou. With a smile, Seven let out a tired "Hello" [/scrolly]