Post by Phantom on Dec 20, 2015 6:19:48 GMT -5
Phantom awoke at dusk from a peaceful slumber; a brief rest before he set out on a hunt. Silver eyes opened abruptly to observe, taking in every detail of his surroundings in a matter of moments. More than half the sun had descended below the mountainous silhouettes of the horizon, and it sat comfortably, enormous and golden, betwixt a purpling sky. The pink clouds were outlined in gold, highlighted by the last of the sun’s rays, and they spread across the vast sky like streaks of paint. In the foreground, the tall grass swayed in the evening breeze; the same breeze that coursed through his thick winter fur and made him shudder. The temperature was beginning to drop already. It never took long once the sun departed, though thankfully the plains’ temperature never dropped too low.
Phantom was not a poetic soul by any means, but the sight lifted his spirits. Winter was a notoriously difficult season for him, and in truth he could not wait for spring to arrive, but there were moments like these when his past life seemed like nothing but a bad dream. He could not help but compare his life to how it was twelve moons ago, when he was forced to leave his past in the midst of autumn, and by winter he was alone in the hellish cold of the north with a heart that had hardened to stone and a body that had not quite caught up. Those had been the worst months of his life. Struggling to understand what had happened and unable to recall what had led to his father’s death, he plunged into mental and physical turmoil. At his lowest, Phantom had considered giving up. Without his family, he was nothing and no-one, but still he persevered.
And in the end, he had become stronger for it.
Phantom’s jaws stretched open, the end of such a peaceful slumber dragging a brief yawn from within him. More awake now, he rose and stretched his lupine form out languidly, making sure to stretch any achy joints or muscles that he’d acquired from the sleep, until he heard a satisfying crack. Abandoning his makeshift den amongst the underbrush, he set off deeper into the plains, breaking into a trot just as soon as his limbs were warmed up again.
His plan was to capture something big enough to feed most, if not all, of the pack. Given the pack’s relatively small size, it made sense to Phantom for them all to share duties. Although important, he did not imagine that his Slayer abilities would be in high demand yet. Ananke was still finding its feet, and to his knowledge they had not yet made any enemies that needed disposing of. Truth be told, he felt useless without something practical to do in the meantime, and presenting the pack with a decent sized meal might give him the opportunity he needed to begin to get to know them.
He’d been tracking a small group of kudus, all females and adolescent calves, for the better part of the day, and it shouldn’t be too hard to pick up their scent again. Initially he’d been observing them, to attain their strengths and weaknesses, their sleep patterns, and if there were any injured calves. There was one particular young male, smaller than the rest of the herd, who tended to lag behind, but Phantom was not stupid enough to believe he could take on the herd just yet. It was the beginning of the mating season; the females would likely be aggressive and there may be males nearby that he wasn’t aware of.
As expected, their trail was not hard to pick up, and soon Phantom could once again see their large shapes in the distance. The futility of his endeavour once again crossed his mind. This was at least a two-wolf job: one to distract the herd while another made the kill. Regardless of his confidence in his skills, it would be madness to attempt it alone.
Phantom was distracted momentarily from his contemplation when the wind changed and an oddly familiar smell pass under his nose. It belonged to female wolf, clearly of Ananke, but he couldn’t put a name or a face to the scent. He turned, confused, in the direction it came from, his silver eyes gleaming as they searched out the source. Across the plains he spotted a white wolf, but still no memories sparked. Phantom had never met this wolf before, that much he was sure of, and now his curiosity had been captured. With one last glance in the direction of the herd, Phantom set off toward to mystery wolf, barking once as he approached by way of greeting, and to alert her of his presence.
Word count: 797
Muse: Good :>
Notes: hope this works for you! Let me know if you want me to change anything
Tags: Journey
Phantom was not a poetic soul by any means, but the sight lifted his spirits. Winter was a notoriously difficult season for him, and in truth he could not wait for spring to arrive, but there were moments like these when his past life seemed like nothing but a bad dream. He could not help but compare his life to how it was twelve moons ago, when he was forced to leave his past in the midst of autumn, and by winter he was alone in the hellish cold of the north with a heart that had hardened to stone and a body that had not quite caught up. Those had been the worst months of his life. Struggling to understand what had happened and unable to recall what had led to his father’s death, he plunged into mental and physical turmoil. At his lowest, Phantom had considered giving up. Without his family, he was nothing and no-one, but still he persevered.
And in the end, he had become stronger for it.
Phantom’s jaws stretched open, the end of such a peaceful slumber dragging a brief yawn from within him. More awake now, he rose and stretched his lupine form out languidly, making sure to stretch any achy joints or muscles that he’d acquired from the sleep, until he heard a satisfying crack. Abandoning his makeshift den amongst the underbrush, he set off deeper into the plains, breaking into a trot just as soon as his limbs were warmed up again.
His plan was to capture something big enough to feed most, if not all, of the pack. Given the pack’s relatively small size, it made sense to Phantom for them all to share duties. Although important, he did not imagine that his Slayer abilities would be in high demand yet. Ananke was still finding its feet, and to his knowledge they had not yet made any enemies that needed disposing of. Truth be told, he felt useless without something practical to do in the meantime, and presenting the pack with a decent sized meal might give him the opportunity he needed to begin to get to know them.
He’d been tracking a small group of kudus, all females and adolescent calves, for the better part of the day, and it shouldn’t be too hard to pick up their scent again. Initially he’d been observing them, to attain their strengths and weaknesses, their sleep patterns, and if there were any injured calves. There was one particular young male, smaller than the rest of the herd, who tended to lag behind, but Phantom was not stupid enough to believe he could take on the herd just yet. It was the beginning of the mating season; the females would likely be aggressive and there may be males nearby that he wasn’t aware of.
As expected, their trail was not hard to pick up, and soon Phantom could once again see their large shapes in the distance. The futility of his endeavour once again crossed his mind. This was at least a two-wolf job: one to distract the herd while another made the kill. Regardless of his confidence in his skills, it would be madness to attempt it alone.
Phantom was distracted momentarily from his contemplation when the wind changed and an oddly familiar smell pass under his nose. It belonged to female wolf, clearly of Ananke, but he couldn’t put a name or a face to the scent. He turned, confused, in the direction it came from, his silver eyes gleaming as they searched out the source. Across the plains he spotted a white wolf, but still no memories sparked. Phantom had never met this wolf before, that much he was sure of, and now his curiosity had been captured. With one last glance in the direction of the herd, Phantom set off toward to mystery wolf, barking once as he approached by way of greeting, and to alert her of his presence.
Word count: 797
Muse: Good :>
Notes: hope this works for you! Let me know if you want me to change anything
Tags: Journey