Post by darkassassin on Mar 18, 2010 22:58:00 GMT -5
OOC: All Welcome, and Don't worry, she doesn't bite....hard lol
Sin was once again on the move. Fenris was already high in the sky, and his golden light reflected off the crystalline white powder called snow. The sight could be described as beautiful. With brilliant sapphire orbs she admired the sky above, light blues and grays mingling together, with the pale angry snow clouds far off into the North. She whisked her bushy tail, out of boredom perhaps? She was of the purest of blacks, her pelt a solid, glossy jet black, with even darker shades of obsidian and onyx adding to its obscured quality. With the winter, it had grown thicker and fuller, its length also having changed, but it retained its satin smooth texture, yet rough appearance. She obviously took care of herself, a capable Kerl. She was still young, now 11 months, but her dimensions made her look like a fully grown female, maybe even slightly larger than that. Her form was lithe and agile, athletically built and covered in well-toned muscles. She was always the tactician, but she would not hesitate in a fight. A sly smile came to her maw at the thoughts.
With the slight shift in the wind, she focused on something else. The scent of a snow hare carried over the snow and to the apex predator of night. She snapped her head towards the direction, a quick sniff confirming. She was downwind, but the openness of the meadow would merely be an annoyance. She lowered her body from its sit where she had been admiring the scenery, to being close against the earth. All her legs were coiled under her, tense and ready. Her eyes were now burning more intensely, and flashed with their undying blue flame. Her pointed ears were straining forward, and at last she was able to pick up on its sounds. The crunch of its teeth against twigs and frozen dead grass. She still didn’t know its exact location, for it blended in seamlessly. If only it would move…
There at last, a motion not common of the land. She now focused on the intended Lera, with its back to her facing the opposite way. It was maybe 30 yards away, but Sin would be able to cover it quickly. She remained crouched and coiled, and when it lowered its head, she sprang like a steel trap. Her steps were virtually silent as she bounded over to the hare. As soon as it had caught her dark form closing the distance it too leapt off. Sins’ gait was smooth and controlled, with long, ground-covering strides she came closer and closer. The hare, knowing it was not able to outrun the canine in a straightaway, suddenly cut to the left. Sin was also able to turn on a dime, but she lost a bit of speed. The hare was heading towards the thicker grass and deeper snow, to its hidden safety no doubt. The she-wolf ran after it again, and once again when she got close it bolted at a right angle to the left. Aggravated, she lifted her lips and showed the ends of her canines, and followed suit. The pattern happened once more when Sin finally had enough of it. With a single powerful bound, thanks to her strong hind legs, she overtook the hare, a paw tripping it before her vengeful jaws with their row of perfect white teeth closed around its body. The hare in turn squealed in fright when it realized it was caught and would perish as nothing more than mere food. It was still kicking wildly and squealing when the Fae lifted her head, cache in mouth. She steadied her breathing through her obsidian nose. There was a harsh glint in her eyes as she walked over to an untouched piece of snow, away from the hares’ “safety”, growling in annoyance when he became even louder.
Here was the fun part. She sat in the snow, bushy tail waving against the ground as she dropped the rabbit on the ground, while simultaneously holding it down with her front paws when it landed. She would be showing it its freedom, a clear view of the land away from the wolfess. Let it be so close to its escape, then crush everything with the pinning of her paws. She started pulling the fur from it, blowing it from her raven lips or wiping it on the snow when it stubbornly clung on. Throughout this, it never once ceased in its futile struggles of shrill screams. When the hare was for the most part de-furred, she started getting rid of the parts she didn’t like to eat. With a snap, she latched on to one of its kicking and flailing back feet, a crunch of bones and a precise position of her teeth allowed her to bite off its back foot. Blood squirted from the torn veins and tainted the snow, glittering gold from the light of Fenris. She lifted her head and threw the foot back. A contented growl escaped her maw as she went for the other foot, doing the same. She knew her fun would be over soon, blood loss would end up being the COD for the unfortunate rabbit. It was surprisingly plump and healthy, no wonder it proved a slight challenge in its race.
Sometime during this, she had lowered her front legs down as well, comfortably laying down as she picked at her meal. But she was getting bored now, its anguished cries losing their humorous ring in her ears, its body would lose its tender quality if it lost any more of its blood and remained in the snow. She picked it up in her jaws, and pushed off from the ground, rising to her hind legs and released the rabbit from her clutches. Renewed with hope, it attempted an awkward crawling bounce-hop away from its dark colored torturer. The wolfess, calmly watching it, had started to pad over to him once more. With each step towards him, the harder he tried to get away. A frown creased her muzzle, but only in mock sadness. She rolled it over with an easy swipe with her paw, exposing the light crème of its belly. Finally, she took its head in between her teeth, a twitch of her jaw muscles gave him his end, neck having been broken.
An eerie silence took place of the tortured cries of before, a silence that would’ve bothered most other Varg, and certainly other Lera. Yet Sin was unmoved, a mere glance at the bloodied snow, fur patched scattered, and the tracks of the 2 creatures was all she did after. With an almost surgical precision, she sliced one of its hind legs from the body. Strange how life changes so fast. One minute you’re happily easting, the next running for all your worth, trying to escape death itself. Then to only be wishing for that very thing, before finally being given the title of meal or corpse. After eating her piece, she licked her lips clean, and then rubbed her muzzle on the snow to further clean it. The rest of the rabbit was still there, but the wolf found it unwanted. One of its feet was a good 10 feet to the right, the other probably 10 feet, also on the right side. She was walking leisurely away from the scene, but stopped perhaps 50 yards away. She sat down, once again pondering over the view.
Sin was once again on the move. Fenris was already high in the sky, and his golden light reflected off the crystalline white powder called snow. The sight could be described as beautiful. With brilliant sapphire orbs she admired the sky above, light blues and grays mingling together, with the pale angry snow clouds far off into the North. She whisked her bushy tail, out of boredom perhaps? She was of the purest of blacks, her pelt a solid, glossy jet black, with even darker shades of obsidian and onyx adding to its obscured quality. With the winter, it had grown thicker and fuller, its length also having changed, but it retained its satin smooth texture, yet rough appearance. She obviously took care of herself, a capable Kerl. She was still young, now 11 months, but her dimensions made her look like a fully grown female, maybe even slightly larger than that. Her form was lithe and agile, athletically built and covered in well-toned muscles. She was always the tactician, but she would not hesitate in a fight. A sly smile came to her maw at the thoughts.
With the slight shift in the wind, she focused on something else. The scent of a snow hare carried over the snow and to the apex predator of night. She snapped her head towards the direction, a quick sniff confirming. She was downwind, but the openness of the meadow would merely be an annoyance. She lowered her body from its sit where she had been admiring the scenery, to being close against the earth. All her legs were coiled under her, tense and ready. Her eyes were now burning more intensely, and flashed with their undying blue flame. Her pointed ears were straining forward, and at last she was able to pick up on its sounds. The crunch of its teeth against twigs and frozen dead grass. She still didn’t know its exact location, for it blended in seamlessly. If only it would move…
There at last, a motion not common of the land. She now focused on the intended Lera, with its back to her facing the opposite way. It was maybe 30 yards away, but Sin would be able to cover it quickly. She remained crouched and coiled, and when it lowered its head, she sprang like a steel trap. Her steps were virtually silent as she bounded over to the hare. As soon as it had caught her dark form closing the distance it too leapt off. Sins’ gait was smooth and controlled, with long, ground-covering strides she came closer and closer. The hare, knowing it was not able to outrun the canine in a straightaway, suddenly cut to the left. Sin was also able to turn on a dime, but she lost a bit of speed. The hare was heading towards the thicker grass and deeper snow, to its hidden safety no doubt. The she-wolf ran after it again, and once again when she got close it bolted at a right angle to the left. Aggravated, she lifted her lips and showed the ends of her canines, and followed suit. The pattern happened once more when Sin finally had enough of it. With a single powerful bound, thanks to her strong hind legs, she overtook the hare, a paw tripping it before her vengeful jaws with their row of perfect white teeth closed around its body. The hare in turn squealed in fright when it realized it was caught and would perish as nothing more than mere food. It was still kicking wildly and squealing when the Fae lifted her head, cache in mouth. She steadied her breathing through her obsidian nose. There was a harsh glint in her eyes as she walked over to an untouched piece of snow, away from the hares’ “safety”, growling in annoyance when he became even louder.
Here was the fun part. She sat in the snow, bushy tail waving against the ground as she dropped the rabbit on the ground, while simultaneously holding it down with her front paws when it landed. She would be showing it its freedom, a clear view of the land away from the wolfess. Let it be so close to its escape, then crush everything with the pinning of her paws. She started pulling the fur from it, blowing it from her raven lips or wiping it on the snow when it stubbornly clung on. Throughout this, it never once ceased in its futile struggles of shrill screams. When the hare was for the most part de-furred, she started getting rid of the parts she didn’t like to eat. With a snap, she latched on to one of its kicking and flailing back feet, a crunch of bones and a precise position of her teeth allowed her to bite off its back foot. Blood squirted from the torn veins and tainted the snow, glittering gold from the light of Fenris. She lifted her head and threw the foot back. A contented growl escaped her maw as she went for the other foot, doing the same. She knew her fun would be over soon, blood loss would end up being the COD for the unfortunate rabbit. It was surprisingly plump and healthy, no wonder it proved a slight challenge in its race.
Sometime during this, she had lowered her front legs down as well, comfortably laying down as she picked at her meal. But she was getting bored now, its anguished cries losing their humorous ring in her ears, its body would lose its tender quality if it lost any more of its blood and remained in the snow. She picked it up in her jaws, and pushed off from the ground, rising to her hind legs and released the rabbit from her clutches. Renewed with hope, it attempted an awkward crawling bounce-hop away from its dark colored torturer. The wolfess, calmly watching it, had started to pad over to him once more. With each step towards him, the harder he tried to get away. A frown creased her muzzle, but only in mock sadness. She rolled it over with an easy swipe with her paw, exposing the light crème of its belly. Finally, she took its head in between her teeth, a twitch of her jaw muscles gave him his end, neck having been broken.
An eerie silence took place of the tortured cries of before, a silence that would’ve bothered most other Varg, and certainly other Lera. Yet Sin was unmoved, a mere glance at the bloodied snow, fur patched scattered, and the tracks of the 2 creatures was all she did after. With an almost surgical precision, she sliced one of its hind legs from the body. Strange how life changes so fast. One minute you’re happily easting, the next running for all your worth, trying to escape death itself. Then to only be wishing for that very thing, before finally being given the title of meal or corpse. After eating her piece, she licked her lips clean, and then rubbed her muzzle on the snow to further clean it. The rest of the rabbit was still there, but the wolf found it unwanted. One of its feet was a good 10 feet to the right, the other probably 10 feet, also on the right side. She was walking leisurely away from the scene, but stopped perhaps 50 yards away. She sat down, once again pondering over the view.