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Barren
Jul 5, 2010 9:28:11 GMT -5
Post by saber on Jul 5, 2010 9:28:11 GMT -5
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Saber wandered along a path that didn't really exist. He shivered uncontrollably and felt like his paws were frozen through. He tucked his wings close to him, they had great insolation. He squinted to the horizon, seeing nothing but bright snow reflecting the sun into his eyes so that he could not see. Saber sniffed the cool air, feeling like every breath was a cluster of sharp ice sickles soaring down his throat.
He would fly away, but he needed to join a pack, for he didn't think he could bear it anymore to be a starving loner. Really he didn't mind the cold as much as he claimed he did. It wasn't all that bad, at least not to him. It was better than feeling like nasty sweat was covering his body.
The snow was accumulating on his coat and making him feel cooler. So despite his exhaustion and weary self, he shook it out of his fur. He lifted his wings and flapped heavily while shaking off his coat. His scent wafted away on the snowflakes that drifted in the wind. He allowed his wings to perch once more on his flanks. He was hoping someone would pick up his trail, for he didn't want to howl across the expanse of nothingness.
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Bathsheba
Loner
[M:350][A:4]
Spigot
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Barren
Jul 5, 2010 9:50:45 GMT -5
Post by Bathsheba on Jul 5, 2010 9:50:45 GMT -5
Bathsheba was being heckled by her demons. Her cause was dead. Her reasons were devoured by her sinking into the oblivion. She had not been taking care of her appearance. Most wolves did little. Perhaps a lick on the cowlick they had, or a run through the fields for the sheer need to run. She had disobeyed all instincts and had done nothing. Her coat was long and over her eyes. The spines along the side of her body were haphazardly poking every which way. Some dragged long lines in the snow beside her as she made her way. The silent intruder. So many of them that she couldn't think.
Idiot.
Her mind turned against her.
Idiot!
She was back in that cave that she had spent… what was it… two years? With her Anthony. Her delusion was running its course. It was nearly over. She knew her mate was dead.
Crazy bitch.
She could smell the intruder, but soon, made it to the border of her territory. Not an intruder. Bathsheba had been itching to divvy out some punishments. And even her forced law that the females conceive before the coming of winter had fallen out of favor with her. She didn't care about it anymore. She seemed to have lost members for it. Her lesson was hard learned.
The white Keiyou seemed the same with the snow. She could only make out his shape by the speckles of his wings and the cream of his coat. The snow made him look yellow to Bathsheba's eyes. The softly green Empress lumbered over to him. The thunder of her presence seemed difficult to carry for her now. But that could have been her hefty weight. She slightly limped on her hindpaw--a long ago injury.
Her rusty-colored eyes burned with the fact that she had once been a great Commander of the wars. And her voice carried that truth as well, though her body seemed to contradict it. "I am Bathsheba. Empress of the nearby pack."
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Barren
Jul 5, 2010 12:08:32 GMT -5
Post by saber on Jul 5, 2010 12:08:32 GMT -5
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Saber finished shaking off his fur and looked over his shoulder, still no one around. He continued walking, though it pained him greatly to do so. Wait. Saber’s ears perked up and he looked over his shoulder one more time. He couldn’t see anything, but he heard the *swoosh swish swoosh* of the emperor’s horns in the snow. What is that? He thought, a small amount of fear coursing through his veins. The great wolf’s presence could be felt in the atmosphere. He shivered again, this time not because of the cold air. He waited, knowing he needed to stay calm. Finally, out of the sheet of snow that blocked his view came the femme. He bowed instantly, again knowing he needed to. His wings unfolded a little, allowing him to balance.
‘I am Bathsheba. Empress of the nearby pack.’ Saber came up from his bow. This was the alpha? She looked so… undone. He avoided eye contact nonetheless. His tail and head were low to the ground; he did not want to screw this up. With a less regal tone than her own, Saber introduced himself. ”I am Saber. I was hoping I could live here. I need somewhere to stay with a pack, I’m a loner now.” Saber meant that he was hungry, and hoped the alphess would understand what ‘loner’ entailed, but dare not push his problems on a stranger. If she could not tell by the rasp in his voice, she would certainly see it in his weight.
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