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Post by kismet on Nov 13, 2010 21:22:01 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2mze7p3.png] Kismet hated the plains, hated them with a passion, as she walked through them on a bleak afternoon. They were so unfamiliar, and resembled her favored canyons in absolutely no way. Her wings itched to be by the cliffs, under the scorching sun and free from what might be stalking along in the tall grass or scarce trees. She could smell a jackalope nearby, but the wind changed so often that it was hard to tell what direction it was coming from. A hint of decaying flesh came from the distance as well, though Kismet was more irritated than anything.
She had yet to join a pack, and wandering had became a trademark to her. Why she chose to remain in these plains was clear- she didn't. It was damn impossible to maneuver out of this area, especially since she was so small and her wings too premature to take her too high up yet. Otherwise, she would fly away from here. Otherwise, she would be rid of these horrid fields.
Kismet flexed her toes in annoyance- she had been wandering for hours and found not even a pawprint. She doubted there was a pack nearby. Even if there was, she wouldn't join- the sky was obscured by the tall grasses and the rare dapple of trees across the landscape. As a Keiyou, she preferred to have the sky open to view at all times. Looking in any direction, you should still be able to see the sky out of the corners of your eyes- yet why was this land so different? Complaints fluttering through her mind, she ceased her walking and noted that the smell of rotting meat was stronger than ever. Was there prey nearby?
ooc: sorry for my fail post >.< words: two hundred eighty seven tags: ma'at and open
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Post by maat on Nov 13, 2010 21:51:35 GMT -5
Long grasses wavered and bent in unpredictable patterns, haphazard lines only having one thing in common. They all seemed to be heading in the same general direction. Something large was plowing through them, flattening them without a care in the world. All that mattered was the course; the means of travel was insignificant.
Ma'at was keeping up a rather rapid pace, ignorant to the minor irritants of the plains. The sharp edges of slender leaves poked and pulled at her paws and fur but her body was unfeeling. A huff left her lips as a blade poked her in one ruby eye, lid closing briefly to blink away the irritant. It did nothing to harm her but she was beginning to get fed up with the hindrances of this land. It was taking more effort than she would have liked to continue traveling west.
"Wretch'd brambles!" she finally snarled when another clipped her in the mouth. The dry grass hit a loose tooth, finally wedging it free of her gums. Tangy blood trickled across her tongue as the puny bone fell to the ground, lost forever in the dense underbrush. The Mortui did not need to fall apart at the seams right now. She still had a ways to travel before she returned to the desert and taking time to heal herself was not currently part of her travel plans.
Of course, running into another canid was also not something in her foreseeable future. Fortunately or not, she caught scent of the Keiyou before she did just that. Pausing her steps, a tattered ear twisted about trying to locate the stranger by sound. Relying on eyesight was out of the question for the moment, the grasses thick and her eyes having started to deteriorate sometime in the last few weeks. (She'd have to see if the damage was reparable at some point.) Craning her head back, her voice was loud as she rasped out a greeting in hopes of finding whoever it was that was possibly getting in her way. "Ey now, where arr ya?"
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Post by kismet on Nov 14, 2010 19:33:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/2mze7p3.png] The smell of rotting flesh and dying animal, mixed with the scent of wolf and blood, blotted out all Kismet's senses as she dropped her nose lower in disgust and enveloped her muzzle with her large raven wings. The large, black folds seemed to keep out most of the disgusting scent and they had trapped enough air for her to comfortably breathe for a short while while the scent passed. There was definitely rotting prey nearby. It made no sense to Kismet, though. At the beginning of autumn, prey was beginning to grow scarce. Why would someone waste such valuable meat?
Finally gasping for breath, she spread her wings wide and angled them upwards. The tall grasses brushed against them irritably, like the legs of spiders crawling along her fur. She opened her muzzle to curse loudly when suddenly the air around her filled with a new sound. She could make out the muffled words of another wolf! That explained the lupine scent coming from the plains around her, though from what direction it was hard to tell. The wind continued to dance in different ways and where it began was almost impossible to imagine. Kismet, whose mouth was still parted in curiosity, decided this was as good a time to speak as ever. "Who's there?" she snapped, her silver teeth clinking threateningly together.
It was then that Kismet became aware of the pawsteps around her, and the horrid smell coming closer. It was as if the decaying flesh came from the wolf itself. Kismet had never seen a Mortui before, and the only things she knew about them were from stories of Mortuis haunting the dark, godforsaken corners of the canyons she dwelt. "Who are you?" She spoke again, her voice carrying a stinging tone as it blew through the wind.
ooc: none words: three oh six tags: ma'at and open
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