Post by Journey on Mar 8, 2016 17:25:56 GMT -5
It had been a long week for the masked female; she had discovered Sunny to be missing, fallen into a depression that literally brought her to the bottom of a crater, and managed to pull herself back together in a short time. Without Nimue's words and willingness to help Jo hunt, the white wolf would be back where she had started, but the Chieftan had not given up. Journey owed the giant wolf a great debt, and she vowed to serve her as long as she could do so effectively.
With the energy back in her, Journey felt as though she could do anything. Though her skin still clung to her bones, she was hunting on her own today, and it was with a smile on her face that the focused wolf crouched down, her movements smooth and sleek. A powerful nose had lead her to the edge of the plains, and the reason was obvious; a limping pronghorn hovered just out of reach, trying to keep quiet as it moved slowly, painfully, toward the hard that was much too far away to protect it. A calculation, a swift leap, and the clamping of a jaw were all that separated her from a meal, and the rumbling in her stomach was what finally spurred the female into action.
It was nothing to take down the injured beast, taken by surprise as it was, and all the herbivore could choke out with Journey's teeth around her throat was a strangled bleat, one that served only to send the rest of the herd out of sight across the plain. Before it had stopped fully moving, the famished wolf dropped the pronghorn's throat and tore into its soft belly, covering her masking face with blood as she gorged herself. It had been too long since she had proven herself like this, and ravenous hunger and pride fueled her.
By the time she was finished, a large majority of the pronghorn still remained; hungry as she had been, there was only so much room in her stomach, and Jo licked her lips and paws clean as she laid near her kill, surveying the land, though there was not much to see. Several birds stalked her from the sky, but all other life had fled from the predator for now, and would return when she returned to her regular sleeping spot closer to the heart of Aveline. As she rested, however, a familiar scent wafted her way, drawn a long distance by the powerful wind that was often a wolf's enemy.
Though it was a scent she very clearly knew, and remembered, what shocked her was the form she saw on the horizon that corresponded with it. Veles, she knew, had joined Ananke, perhaps around the same time she had, but the two had somehow never crossed paths; he was, evidently, a very sneaky creature, and perhaps he was avoiding her as well. Though they had not necessarily parted as enemies, there was no reason for her to believe they would not become such based on his behavior.
To be fair, she had never reached out to him, either, and they had spent weeks living in the same area without once having a conversation. Were they both so stubborn that they would not seek out the other after it became apparent that neither of them would take the effort? Most likely. Whatever the reason, Journey intended to find out, and she stood as the male continued closer, her tail flicking once behind her. "At last you grace me with your presence, Stranger," she called loudly, her green eyes alight with amusement despite the somewhat sharp tone she used to get his attention. "And here I was, thinking what we had wasn't special."
Words || 627
Tags || Veles
Notes || Beep boop let me know if that doesn't work for you
With the energy back in her, Journey felt as though she could do anything. Though her skin still clung to her bones, she was hunting on her own today, and it was with a smile on her face that the focused wolf crouched down, her movements smooth and sleek. A powerful nose had lead her to the edge of the plains, and the reason was obvious; a limping pronghorn hovered just out of reach, trying to keep quiet as it moved slowly, painfully, toward the hard that was much too far away to protect it. A calculation, a swift leap, and the clamping of a jaw were all that separated her from a meal, and the rumbling in her stomach was what finally spurred the female into action.
It was nothing to take down the injured beast, taken by surprise as it was, and all the herbivore could choke out with Journey's teeth around her throat was a strangled bleat, one that served only to send the rest of the herd out of sight across the plain. Before it had stopped fully moving, the famished wolf dropped the pronghorn's throat and tore into its soft belly, covering her masking face with blood as she gorged herself. It had been too long since she had proven herself like this, and ravenous hunger and pride fueled her.
By the time she was finished, a large majority of the pronghorn still remained; hungry as she had been, there was only so much room in her stomach, and Jo licked her lips and paws clean as she laid near her kill, surveying the land, though there was not much to see. Several birds stalked her from the sky, but all other life had fled from the predator for now, and would return when she returned to her regular sleeping spot closer to the heart of Aveline. As she rested, however, a familiar scent wafted her way, drawn a long distance by the powerful wind that was often a wolf's enemy.
Though it was a scent she very clearly knew, and remembered, what shocked her was the form she saw on the horizon that corresponded with it. Veles, she knew, had joined Ananke, perhaps around the same time she had, but the two had somehow never crossed paths; he was, evidently, a very sneaky creature, and perhaps he was avoiding her as well. Though they had not necessarily parted as enemies, there was no reason for her to believe they would not become such based on his behavior.
To be fair, she had never reached out to him, either, and they had spent weeks living in the same area without once having a conversation. Were they both so stubborn that they would not seek out the other after it became apparent that neither of them would take the effort? Most likely. Whatever the reason, Journey intended to find out, and she stood as the male continued closer, her tail flicking once behind her. "At last you grace me with your presence, Stranger," she called loudly, her green eyes alight with amusement despite the somewhat sharp tone she used to get his attention. "And here I was, thinking what we had wasn't special."
Words || 627
Tags || Veles
Notes || Beep boop let me know if that doesn't work for you
