Post by Deleted on May 2, 2013 21:07:49 GMT -5
tell my mother, tell
my father i've done the best i can to make them realize this is my life
my father i've done the best i can to make them realize this is my life
SPIRIT
with vigorous life, spring had leaped forward with an excited demeanor, sweeping the land with the coming and gentle warmth that would increase upon summer's arrival. for now, she was content with the season and enjoyed it quite a bit, though winter would not be far off. the tundra female seemed far more capable of thriving in a colder and harsher climate than most would be able to. it never really became all that warm in the area of shiya and even now she could picture the soft, white, untouched snows that covered the mountaintops near their home. she adored the beauty of snow, as much as her naturally dark fur stood out against it, made it difficult to hunt in the open areas. it was pure, undisturbed, and shifted back against itself naturally when footsteps broke across the surface. but she could not think of winter anymore. she could only think of spring. for it was here.
the buds on the bushels of dark leaves were closed fairly tight, but one could not help noticing the way the brightly colored petals began to stick out from the slim spaces. the sharp scent of pines and other trees filled the air, the snow having melted and brought out the delicious smells of the old pine needles that had been shed in the previous fall season. the new ones were sharper, but the old ones smelled just as nice, were just as kind to the insides of her nose. yes, spring was a wonderful thing, as it brought food back to the hungry jaws of the pack. with aludra expecting, there would be more mouths to feed. the only following problem was the uprising in predators all the same. they woke from their slumbers and clambered out of whatever hole they came from, and stalked the meals the pack intended to have. coyotes seemed to be the worst towards the beginning, and that right there was the more unpleasant taste on her tongue.
it was the warrior's job to patrol the borders, mark them and make sure every living creature knew this was their territory and that it was unwise to cross with ill intentions. though, predators never seemed to listen all that well, and the main problem with coyotes happened to be how they traveled in small groups, picking things off was easier that way. timid all alone, but with a sudden bravado in a group. her piercing golden eyes shone through the newly budding branches of the leaves in the forest, searching for her target. she could smell them quite clearly, of that she had no problem with. her lip twitched with slight irritation; damned miniature canines never really learned their lessons, did they? not only was it her job to patrol the borders, she patrolled everything, protected the pack from outsiders that intended to steal or to harm. coyotes were really nothing but a nuisance.
the dark furred femme found them at last, the irritating creatures, and had no issues baring her beautiful white fangs at them. picking at the carcass of a small deer, the coyote wasted no time in releasing their frantic barks. with a threatening snarl, spirit took off after them, forcing them to scatter into the underbrush, where she had no problems chasing them. her long limbs and sturdy paws carried her over the tree roots and grounds she had gone over a thousand times before, soaring past them like it had been nothing, though she had stumbled so many times upon her arrival here. it seemed so smooth and effortless now. of that, she was certainly proud, even now in chasing the coyotes out of the territory she knew as home. she snapped at their haunches and the backs of their heels, making them screech and run faster.
creatures were unpredictable beings, and the coyote turned on her, slashing at her face with its small teeth. she cried in outrage and her momentary distraction was taken advantage of. the small canines, about five or six of them, turned to her and attacked. normally they were simple scavengers, but she supposed event he starvation that winter brought on would drive anyone incapable of normal hunt mad. spirit snarled and growled, whipping her body from side to side, biting into the soft fleshes of the beasts. blood filled her mouth with each stinging bite she made. she rolled and crushed one beneath her, kicking her legs to fling another into a tree. one clung persistently to her back with its jaws around her neck, and two others were stuck to her feet. violently, she shook herself, rolling once more and writing to snap at the faces of the other two. her fur was extended in every direction. she continued to struggle against them, clearly winning, but coyotes had always been dumb either way and persisted against certain defeat.
"spirit speaking" - #F4F4F4
"spirit thinking"
"others speaking"
END HERE
the buds on the bushels of dark leaves were closed fairly tight, but one could not help noticing the way the brightly colored petals began to stick out from the slim spaces. the sharp scent of pines and other trees filled the air, the snow having melted and brought out the delicious smells of the old pine needles that had been shed in the previous fall season. the new ones were sharper, but the old ones smelled just as nice, were just as kind to the insides of her nose. yes, spring was a wonderful thing, as it brought food back to the hungry jaws of the pack. with aludra expecting, there would be more mouths to feed. the only following problem was the uprising in predators all the same. they woke from their slumbers and clambered out of whatever hole they came from, and stalked the meals the pack intended to have. coyotes seemed to be the worst towards the beginning, and that right there was the more unpleasant taste on her tongue.
it was the warrior's job to patrol the borders, mark them and make sure every living creature knew this was their territory and that it was unwise to cross with ill intentions. though, predators never seemed to listen all that well, and the main problem with coyotes happened to be how they traveled in small groups, picking things off was easier that way. timid all alone, but with a sudden bravado in a group. her piercing golden eyes shone through the newly budding branches of the leaves in the forest, searching for her target. she could smell them quite clearly, of that she had no problem with. her lip twitched with slight irritation; damned miniature canines never really learned their lessons, did they? not only was it her job to patrol the borders, she patrolled everything, protected the pack from outsiders that intended to steal or to harm. coyotes were really nothing but a nuisance.
the dark furred femme found them at last, the irritating creatures, and had no issues baring her beautiful white fangs at them. picking at the carcass of a small deer, the coyote wasted no time in releasing their frantic barks. with a threatening snarl, spirit took off after them, forcing them to scatter into the underbrush, where she had no problems chasing them. her long limbs and sturdy paws carried her over the tree roots and grounds she had gone over a thousand times before, soaring past them like it had been nothing, though she had stumbled so many times upon her arrival here. it seemed so smooth and effortless now. of that, she was certainly proud, even now in chasing the coyotes out of the territory she knew as home. she snapped at their haunches and the backs of their heels, making them screech and run faster.
creatures were unpredictable beings, and the coyote turned on her, slashing at her face with its small teeth. she cried in outrage and her momentary distraction was taken advantage of. the small canines, about five or six of them, turned to her and attacked. normally they were simple scavengers, but she supposed event he starvation that winter brought on would drive anyone incapable of normal hunt mad. spirit snarled and growled, whipping her body from side to side, biting into the soft fleshes of the beasts. blood filled her mouth with each stinging bite she made. she rolled and crushed one beneath her, kicking her legs to fling another into a tree. one clung persistently to her back with its jaws around her neck, and two others were stuck to her feet. violently, she shook herself, rolling once more and writing to snap at the faces of the other two. her fur was extended in every direction. she continued to struggle against them, clearly winning, but coyotes had always been dumb either way and persisted against certain defeat.
"spirit speaking" - #F4F4F4
"spirit thinking"
"others speaking"
END HERE
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NOTES: Hope you don't mind, I thought this might be fun
NOTES: Hope you don't mind, I thought this might be fun
i'm not angry, i'm just saying
that sometimes goodbye is a second chance
that sometimes goodbye is a second chance