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Post by ' ' Bloody Rose Satron ; ; on Feb 16, 2011 13:57:06 GMT -5
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' ' The moon was high in the sky, a wintery globe that cast a pale silvery light upon the terrain. Stars sprinkled the star, bright white lights splashing across a impossibly dark sky that gave no sign of lightening up for morning to come. A cold, bitter wind flowed through the land, through the forest and across the stream that was nestled in it's depths. A owl hooted, soaring through the branches, searching for a unlucky mouse that had escaped it's burrow. A deer slowly picked it's way through the thicket, shivering slightly, a fawn clinging closely to the doe's side, cold and hungry. A fox listened to the snowy terrain, hoping to hear scurrying feet of rodents that would give away their position so he could feed on their thin forms. The snow was deep, hiding all signs of the green grass that had been there not long ago. A sluggish moving stream snaked it's way through the forest, baring pieces of ice and thick water that was refusing to freeze entirely. A howl sounded in the distance, so mournful and sad. After it faded, the night was silent. Too silent for the creature's taste and they froze, auds searching for even the tiniest of sound. The doe suddenly darted away, the fawn following close at her daggers. The fox darted under thistle, and the owl watched from a tree as a lone she - wolf walked through the forest.
' ' The she - wolf was of the deepest, silkiest black. Her crown was high in the air, small tear - shaped auds pricked as she listened for the signs of danger. Her orbs were the deepest of purple violet, a deep burning essecence in their gaze. The snout was lifted, nostrils scenting the fleeing deer, the fox, the owl, and the bitter iciness that was winter. Jowls opened, showing ivories that glistened white with spittle. A tongue slipped free as she panted, her lungs burning with the cold air. A small, lithe bodice moved fluidly, muscled rippling under the silken pelt. pillars were long, with large paws that sank mildly in the snow. A banner was lifted, for this lupine was dominant by birth. Her movements slowed as she neared the stream, a hiss escaping her lips. She stopped, glancing around with those expressionles orbs of her's that spoke of danger. The red mask on her crown made her orbs glow and stand out, and caused others to shiver in fear. Espicially the scars that dominated a large part of her appearence.
' ' Sighing under her breath, the femmora sat upon the cold terrain and stared a head with a calculating gaze. Her auds picked up the sound of the stream flowing sluggishly and of the animals appearing once more as she seemed to not be a threat. That was the biggest lie in known history. The femmora was a lier, a bitch, and a killer by heart. She hated everything with a deep vigor that spoke of betrayl and injustice down to her as a younger. Many could feel the iciness that wafted from her, and see the complete insanity in those brooding violet orbs that were old beyond her appearence. She seemed more that what she was, and many underestimated her. Sadly, that was the last time they underestimated anyone, for the underestimaters were killed with a brutal savagery of this femmora's practiced ivories and battled honed form. A deadly beast in disguise was she...
' ' The femmora's nostrils flared, and a light danced in her orbs. She stared at the forest, muscles tensed as she waited for a figure to appear. When it did, a slow smile played upon her lips as the fox strode to the water with a cool cockiness. He was big thing, about as large as they came, his red species. His orange pelt gleamed, and his white paws stepepd softly across the terrain. Golden orbs met the femmoras with a smirk on his jowls before he leaned to the water and began lapping at the icy coldness. The femmora, the monster had made it a nightly routine to come and watch this fox and to look for him. He was a cocky fellow who intruged her mind, because she had never saw another creature who was not frightened of her in some way. Some were scared of her scars, others of her orbs, and some of just who she was, the empty shell that showed no emotion in either lyrics, orbs, or actions. A cold - blooded monster they called her and she did not disagree nor did she agree though.
' ' Flicking a aud, she watched sadly as the fox turned to leave back into the forest. The femmora got to her own paws, daggers digging into the terrain as she turned back to the forest. Her crown lifted, cool gaze taking in the shadows and the quietness that had suddenly came around the forest. Freezing, she flicked her auds and her nostrils flared. Thankfully, the wind was on her side and brought the scent of another lupine to her. It was not a foreigner but one of the 'pack' she had joined. A thought popped into her mind, and she smirked, liking her creative part of her brain. Crouching, she used her plume to wipe away all marks of her paws and leaped into the bushes, making hardly no sound as she crouched in the dirt, hiding in the shadows of the branches. Her gaze swept from the thicket, waiting patiently for the lupine to come to the stream edge and look for her...I will catch them by surprise she thought, her lips pulling back into a scary, devilish grin. Oh this would be a small enjoyment in her bitter life!
"Blood talking" 'Blood Thinking'
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