Post by Silver on Dec 9, 2015 9:29:32 GMT -5
Duarte had found his new home in Tor's Marsh. It was the closest thing to Waryck Jungle in Ananke's pack lands, and the male snake enjoyed the familiarity among such an alien place, although Silver usually avoided it because the last thing that she wanted was to be reminded of her horrendous birthplace where the idiot feminist alphess allowed the numbers to dawdle and the pack to fall apart. Morrigan, Ananke's leader, was far better than what's-her-name. Besides, the marshlands were deadly to hang around in; it was no place to rest when one was bored.
However, Silver still needed to be with Duarte occasionally. Duarte was the closest thing to a friend of Silver's, despite the difference in species. She made her way to the swampland, her eyes, ears, and nose piqued so as to catch any hint of the friendly cobra's presence. Pale grey paws squelched the muddy sod underpaw, toes splayed out to grip the soggy leaves and to not slip. The Kenai Peninsula and Arctic mix trod forwards with a parted maw, tasting the humid air that fell like a heavy blanket trapping Silver. She hated how the place was warm yet wet, and could not fathom how her reptilian companion could enjoy this place.
Several moving reptile scents brushed the Hunter's scent glands but she passed them off as crocodiles. She could recognise Duarte's smell no matter how masked; Emerald's daughter knew that. Silver continued padding forwards, swerving away from the hostile crocodilian trails and instead seeking a more familiar, comforting scent - the scent of Duarte. Sure enough, the huntress discovered what she was looking for.
A sly smile creeping onto her face, Silver proceeded to allow the trail to guide her muddied paws. Unique blue and gold oculi scanned the landscape for a recognisable, olive, scaled body, Silver's eyes darting down whenever her feet hit a slender tube of some sort.
It seemed like no time at all when Silver's sharpened tracking skills brought her to Duarte, the Mozambique spitting cobra. The sly smile that Silver had not even noticed slipped into a friendly, almost laughing grin.
"Duarte, there you are. I've been looking for you."
Whilst the Ananke Hunter had been conversing with the snake, another form had approached. Silver had not been paying attention to her surroundings.
Words: 407
Tags: Veles
Muse: Meh
Notes: The 'other form' at the end is Veles, by the way ^^
However, Silver still needed to be with Duarte occasionally. Duarte was the closest thing to a friend of Silver's, despite the difference in species. She made her way to the swampland, her eyes, ears, and nose piqued so as to catch any hint of the friendly cobra's presence. Pale grey paws squelched the muddy sod underpaw, toes splayed out to grip the soggy leaves and to not slip. The Kenai Peninsula and Arctic mix trod forwards with a parted maw, tasting the humid air that fell like a heavy blanket trapping Silver. She hated how the place was warm yet wet, and could not fathom how her reptilian companion could enjoy this place.
Several moving reptile scents brushed the Hunter's scent glands but she passed them off as crocodiles. She could recognise Duarte's smell no matter how masked; Emerald's daughter knew that. Silver continued padding forwards, swerving away from the hostile crocodilian trails and instead seeking a more familiar, comforting scent - the scent of Duarte. Sure enough, the huntress discovered what she was looking for.
A sly smile creeping onto her face, Silver proceeded to allow the trail to guide her muddied paws. Unique blue and gold oculi scanned the landscape for a recognisable, olive, scaled body, Silver's eyes darting down whenever her feet hit a slender tube of some sort.
It seemed like no time at all when Silver's sharpened tracking skills brought her to Duarte, the Mozambique spitting cobra. The sly smile that Silver had not even noticed slipped into a friendly, almost laughing grin.
"Duarte, there you are. I've been looking for you."
Whilst the Ananke Hunter had been conversing with the snake, another form had approached. Silver had not been paying attention to her surroundings.
Words: 407
Tags: Veles
Muse: Meh
Notes: The 'other form' at the end is Veles, by the way ^^