Post by Snowflame on Aug 10, 2009 11:50:54 GMT -5
Shadows wavered across the forest floor, which was littered in fallen leaves of golden, red and orange. The sparkling, lullaby of the light pitter-patter of a light rain shower dropped steadily onto the canopy of the trees, and some managed to get through the openings to the murky floor below. The eerie looking young Putnar treaded with ease through the thick, yet managable undergrowth. Cobwebs often caught on her light coloured legs, yet this did not make her pause, for her icy laterns were focused on a swarm of scavengers in a secluded clearing. Her body went into hunting mode, and her belly nearly brushed against the hard ground. The darkness of the forest was broken somewhat by streaks of sunlight filtering through, managing to warm the earth in places, thus ensuring that certain plants grew. The trees in this part of the forest were quite tall, but somewhat thin and gangly looking, though some had impressive stems.
The female came into view of a discarded killing of a wolf not long ago, and tentatively padded into the overgrown clearing, the sunlight blinding her for a fraction of a second before her orbs adjusted, and she managed to jump and snarl at the ravens and crows, whom flew into the surrounding trees and intimidated her with their beady eyes, glowering at her intrusion. Snowflame ignored then and stared longingly at the slaughtered young deer, it's eyes blank and glazed as it stared into nothingness. Her stomach growled fiercely, and she submitted, and carefully bit deep into the open stomach, tasting the sweet, fresh blood-soaked meat and closing her eyes briefly with the sheer joy of it.
She began to tear at the Herla with an undiscovered fury, and soon her nostrils were full of the stench of blood and gore, and her pale maw was stained raw red with the blood, giving her a ghastly appearence. Her belly full, she rose to her paws and shook off her damp pelt, for lying in the clearing had left her open to the rain, and retreated to the shelter of the dark, dank forest. Her laterns eyed the forest with interest, and she was sincerely glad she was in the land of Koran, her new pack and home, and she would remain loyal and vigilant to this pack for as long as she strode upon this land. A small yawn escaped her soaked maw, and she sat on her rump and groomed herself, enjoying the meal and the short rest.
Suddenly she sensed something nearby and was up onto her paws with a jolt. A snap had echoed through the forest, but as she looked up, she gasped and tried to run, but failed as the tree branch came down with a crash and landed just inches from her nerve-wrecked self. Gasping in fright and shock, the cub curled and and started to shake in fright, whimpering like a lost cub. She buried her maw into her paws and prayed to the gods that a branch wouldn't land on her.
The female came into view of a discarded killing of a wolf not long ago, and tentatively padded into the overgrown clearing, the sunlight blinding her for a fraction of a second before her orbs adjusted, and she managed to jump and snarl at the ravens and crows, whom flew into the surrounding trees and intimidated her with their beady eyes, glowering at her intrusion. Snowflame ignored then and stared longingly at the slaughtered young deer, it's eyes blank and glazed as it stared into nothingness. Her stomach growled fiercely, and she submitted, and carefully bit deep into the open stomach, tasting the sweet, fresh blood-soaked meat and closing her eyes briefly with the sheer joy of it.
She began to tear at the Herla with an undiscovered fury, and soon her nostrils were full of the stench of blood and gore, and her pale maw was stained raw red with the blood, giving her a ghastly appearence. Her belly full, she rose to her paws and shook off her damp pelt, for lying in the clearing had left her open to the rain, and retreated to the shelter of the dark, dank forest. Her laterns eyed the forest with interest, and she was sincerely glad she was in the land of Koran, her new pack and home, and she would remain loyal and vigilant to this pack for as long as she strode upon this land. A small yawn escaped her soaked maw, and she sat on her rump and groomed herself, enjoying the meal and the short rest.
Suddenly she sensed something nearby and was up onto her paws with a jolt. A snap had echoed through the forest, but as she looked up, she gasped and tried to run, but failed as the tree branch came down with a crash and landed just inches from her nerve-wrecked self. Gasping in fright and shock, the cub curled and and started to shake in fright, whimpering like a lost cub. She buried her maw into her paws and prayed to the gods that a branch wouldn't land on her.
