kiss the sun -- ! [SARIN/OPEN]

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img441/7313/noellatablem2.png] A hunter. Of all the things Vorilye could have made her, why a hunter? Well, it was a step above being a warrior, at least. The only thing putting Noella in a warrior's rank would do is get her killed. The femme had no experience with fighting, not unless letting others beat you to near death because your runt sized existence didn't end when nature wanted it to counted. Really, it was a miracle the femme had made it past her first year, let alone surviving for another three after that. Which reminded her, with the winter coming she would be four soon. Four years old and untrained to fight, barely a hunter, and a mother to dead pups. Why was she still living? Oh right, because the Descai wolves (ironically) had been kind enough to not let her die after she'd nearly drowned. They'd kept her alive and let her heal. And, perhaps stupidly, she'd let them. Noella had let them take her in and care for her. In return, she was now nothing more than a lackey. It was... weird though, for her at least. In her birth pack she had almost never been allowed out of the dens, muscles not allowed to develop true strength because if the pack learned she was still alive after her mother, the alpha's abandonment, they would bring her a swift death. Then, with those two males whom loved her dearly (but not dearly enough), they'd taken care of her. They nursed her and fed her and, in return, could use her body as they pleased. The tundra femme hadn't minded really. She'd genuinely liked both brutes. They were kind to her and the acts she'd committed with each had always been enjoyable. But they'd fought over who was the father of her litter and in the end the pups had died anyway. After that Noella had been all alone. She'd had no one to take care of her and because of that she'd nearly drowned. Whether her plunge into the ocean was a suicide attempt or a general quest for a better life had yet to be determined. Either way, upon washing up within Acerbus she had expected the Descai wolves to take care of her and then shoved her into some dusty corner in the back like everyone else. She would be able to eat, to exist, but beyond that little else would be expected of her and she could live the remainder of her life in quiet peace. Instead she'd been named a hunter. Frustrated, Noella tried to pounce another prairie dog only to have it duck back into it's hole. Thus far she'd caught a grand total of three. Three somewhat plump praire dogs. That was no where near being close enough to feed the ever growing pack she called home. With winter's approach hunting was becoming scarce in Acerbus too, which is why she'd finally worked up the nerve to venture into Kamari. As long as she stuck to land that smelled like her alpha, she would be alright (she hoped). Now it was simply a matter of brining back enough meat to not be considered a total failure. The last thing she needed was to be kicked out and again forced to live on her own. Surely then she would die, and Noella wasn't sure death was what she wanted.

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Even after the initial meeting of Tike and Naomi and the visit to Acerbus, Sarin still felt more comfortable in Kamari. There was more to do over here within her eyes, loners were wandering in regularly so it seemed. That and there were less pack mates to harass her or give her a difficult time because she was new. The Mackenzie Valley female was not too keen on having to follow the alpha around like a pet constantly, once in awhile was one thing. Thus, her paws had been carrying her frame lightly back through to Boryz Prairie. It was away from the fussing she had encountered with the others in Descai, 'Is Alpha the only sane one here?' mentally the female scoffed at the others. They were ignorant in the view of her green eyes.

The glimmering star of light was perched high in the sky this day, casting down rays of a glow from hell. Something about being seen was always unpleasant, she preferred the air of mystery - to be a simple silhouette moving throughout the shadows. Blending in came very easy to the female, until one shown their rays upon her hiding spots. The thought even caused a low grumble to caress her chest. It was true to say that her mind was roaming as much as herself. At least her figurine was remaining in pack lands; the last thing Sarin wanted was to be booted from a group such as this. It seemed that the alpha knew what he was doing, he could drive this pack to dominate the entire world if he was equipped with the right pawns. That was all it would take, and then he would have the world dancing at his paws.

Her pace decreased and the female gracefully transitioned her movement from walking into a lengthy back stretch. This day was boring to her. Her training with Tike had not begun yet and there wasn't much else that she was required to do. 'I could always do some experimenting,' the thought was intriguing, her mind had been too relaxed the past few weeks that she had lived within Descai. The ebonite hued female created a mental note to do some gathering later when the sun was not perched as high upon its' throne. The scent of bloodshed lightly caressed her nares, instantly a glimmer erupted into her eyes as they swam across the prairie; searching for the one who was killing.

It did not matter what or how the other was slaughtering, Sarin was instantly intrigued. She was curious. As she lightly trotted the figure of a clumsily hunting Noella appeared. The subordinate was quite disappointed to have only found a hunting female. Either way, with a heaving sigh, the deep hued female moved closer to the lighter one. The scent of Descai weighed heavily in the air, both of them obviously belonging to the same pack; not like that guaranteed that they were going to get a long. From her observances of the pack so far, it seemed that many had issues with others within these lands. Most of them just stuck to petty arguing as a way to solve it. Her gaze never broke from the other female, she was intrigued watching the other pounce and miss a few times.

Hunting had always been a fairly simple task, for the most part. It was all about timing. She stood for a moment, watching the other female - unsure if Noella realized she was there. Sarin admired the scenery of Kamari, it was relaxing and felt more like home than Acerbus did. As soon as she crossed the border it was as if she was part of a real pack; within Kamari she could mostly be left alone. The female could then do what she wanted, until Tike's training began. Pulling her mind into reality, her gaze settled itself on a prairie dog that had popped its' head out slightly behind Noella. Readying herself, the ebony female launched itself forward, claws out and ready to dig into its flesh. Using her front paw, the subordinate uprooted the smaller animal from its' shelter and smacked it upon the ground. Her powerful maw crushed its neck, a few drops of blood trickled down her face and chin. The crimson merely darkening the mottled hues already surrounding the newcomer.

Slowly, Sarin stepped a few feet away from Noella and half-tossed the prairie dog into her pile. She did not offer a reassuring smile to the other female, but her eyes glistened. This was the first time that the female had 'helped' another pack member, even if it had mostly selfish intentions. No words needed to be spoken from her muzzle, the question was how the other female would react. Cocking her head towards the sky slightly, the female inhaled the scent of death that was gradually surrounding them - she was just waiting now.