Post by Silver on Feb 23, 2016 16:36:36 GMT -5
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[attr="class","pltxt"]Most wolves, Silver presumed, would have been absolutely ecstatic at a promotion to Lead Hunter. Silver, however, was not ecstatic. That was not to say that she was disappointed by it but simply that she did not care. It was now her duty to lead the hunting party of Ananke so that she did, but there were no emotions in what she did. There never were and there never would be. It was not a depressing emptiness, no; it was, simply, freedom from these fickle emotions that seemed to plague others, those that made idiots do outright illogical things that were glaringly obviously easy to do right.
And so the silver-grey huntress was not affected by her promotion, simply switching to a lifestyle that accommodated it. Soon, she would have to summon the Hunters to tell them the news and to hunt with them, but until that happened, she simply continued to hunt and provide for the pack. She had little else to do with a lack of 'friends', as they were called, or even 'enemies' to busy herself with, so she hunted for the majority of her time.
At that moment, Silver was hunting, pale paws stalking some gazelle that must have lost their way. They were on their own, separate from a herd or any company of their own kind for that matter. The smaller animal made the perfect prey, vulnerable yet healthy. Springing with the deadly precision gained by both nurture and nature, Ananke's Lead Hunter took down her victim with a sharp jerk of the gazelle's neck. There was momentary struggle but soon the creature became limp in the mixed breed's powerful jaws. Then, as had become routine, the huntress buried her prey for later and moved on, no sign of the kill. No panting, no breathlessness at all, not a satisfied look on her face. All was calm, as usual.
As silvery paws wandered towards the Aveline-Kamari border, Silver noticed that there was a scent that brought up memories of something, although she could not pinpoint what, exactly. The sickeningly feminine odor drifting from the north was definitely not Descai. Something that the yearling had known in her early puphood... A pack, probably... Wait—surely it could not be Valyn? The stoic gaze of Silver's hardened, her expression resembling anger. She had noticed that the scents occupying Kamari had changed, but she did not notice how the lands up north smelled so strongly of the despicable misogynists.
What hypocrites! They claimed to hate Kairos, yet the sexist pack went claiming territories willy-nilly like their enemies that they were trying to hard to be unlike to! How had they not been weeded out in life yet? Such moronic wolves should never have reproduced and should have been prevented from spreading their terrible genes further, not allowed to claim Descai's territory just like that. Had Descai not put up a fight? Surely Silver would have heard if there was a fight? Although Ananke and Descai had no ties, Silver would have assisted Descai in their fight in a mutual disdain towards the matriarchal group.
Well, the battle's obviously been lost and won now. Regardless, Silver would still pay Valyn a visit. Valeria or whoever had taken over—the self-centred wolf would have been easy to bait into a trap in which someone else would become the pack's leader—could not criticise Silver for intruding, could they? For they themselves had obviously intruded upon Descai with a blatant disregard for the previously long-standing pack's scent markers. As the saying went: "What comes around, goes around."
Carelessly crossing the border, the large she-wolf was reminded of her terrible childhood in this pack. Mint seemed to have been the only source of sanity and peace in it, being one reasonable, non-creepy, unlike her brother, wolf in her life. There was not regret in leaving Mint since Silver had long since realised that she did not need to a wolf to tether her to reality in Ananke; the pack's morals were intact and its members were not soppy, sentimental, useless things like the wolf's 'mother'. The bitch who had given birth to her was a preferred term.
But, here, she did not have time to reminisce. She had wolves to find as well as answers and mulling over the bothersome past was not going to get her those wolves or answers any sooner.
notes: So uh like Silver's super out of the loop and didn't know that Descai and Valyn merged lmfao. And wow, someone isn't fond of Valyn or her family bwahaha
tagged: Valeria
word count: 765
muse: Good
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And so the silver-grey huntress was not affected by her promotion, simply switching to a lifestyle that accommodated it. Soon, she would have to summon the Hunters to tell them the news and to hunt with them, but until that happened, she simply continued to hunt and provide for the pack. She had little else to do with a lack of 'friends', as they were called, or even 'enemies' to busy herself with, so she hunted for the majority of her time.
At that moment, Silver was hunting, pale paws stalking some gazelle that must have lost their way. They were on their own, separate from a herd or any company of their own kind for that matter. The smaller animal made the perfect prey, vulnerable yet healthy. Springing with the deadly precision gained by both nurture and nature, Ananke's Lead Hunter took down her victim with a sharp jerk of the gazelle's neck. There was momentary struggle but soon the creature became limp in the mixed breed's powerful jaws. Then, as had become routine, the huntress buried her prey for later and moved on, no sign of the kill. No panting, no breathlessness at all, not a satisfied look on her face. All was calm, as usual.
As silvery paws wandered towards the Aveline-Kamari border, Silver noticed that there was a scent that brought up memories of something, although she could not pinpoint what, exactly. The sickeningly feminine odor drifting from the north was definitely not Descai. Something that the yearling had known in her early puphood... A pack, probably... Wait—surely it could not be Valyn? The stoic gaze of Silver's hardened, her expression resembling anger. She had noticed that the scents occupying Kamari had changed, but she did not notice how the lands up north smelled so strongly of the despicable misogynists.
What hypocrites! They claimed to hate Kairos, yet the sexist pack went claiming territories willy-nilly like their enemies that they were trying to hard to be unlike to! How had they not been weeded out in life yet? Such moronic wolves should never have reproduced and should have been prevented from spreading their terrible genes further, not allowed to claim Descai's territory just like that. Had Descai not put up a fight? Surely Silver would have heard if there was a fight? Although Ananke and Descai had no ties, Silver would have assisted Descai in their fight in a mutual disdain towards the matriarchal group.
Well, the battle's obviously been lost and won now. Regardless, Silver would still pay Valyn a visit. Valeria or whoever had taken over—the self-centred wolf would have been easy to bait into a trap in which someone else would become the pack's leader—could not criticise Silver for intruding, could they? For they themselves had obviously intruded upon Descai with a blatant disregard for the previously long-standing pack's scent markers. As the saying went: "What comes around, goes around."
Carelessly crossing the border, the large she-wolf was reminded of her terrible childhood in this pack. Mint seemed to have been the only source of sanity and peace in it, being one reasonable, non-creepy, unlike her brother, wolf in her life. There was not regret in leaving Mint since Silver had long since realised that she did not need to a wolf to tether her to reality in Ananke; the pack's morals were intact and its members were not soppy, sentimental, useless things like the wolf's 'mother'. The bitch who had given birth to her was a preferred term.
But, here, she did not have time to reminisce. She had wolves to find as well as answers and mulling over the bothersome past was not going to get her those wolves or answers any sooner.
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notes: So uh like Silver's super out of the loop and didn't know that Descai and Valyn merged lmfao. And wow, someone isn't fond of Valyn or her family bwahaha
tagged: Valeria
word count: 765
muse: Good
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