Post by Celtic on Jan 6, 2012 20:48:20 GMT -5
If a weary traveler happened by the Ruins on this snowy winter's day, they would see a peculiar sight: imprints of hooves in a zigzag pattern in the shining snow, which, abruptly, do the unexplainable: change seamlessly to paw prints.
Lupine has walked here.
She is alone, she is hungry. Food is scarce and bland for horses in the winter, and though she hates to do it, Lupine has decided to betray her true blood and eat meat as a beastly wolf. She is a terrible hunter, so had been having more than a bit of trouble with this endeavor. But now, it seems, she may have struck it lucky...
For there is another set of tracks in the snow: tiny, diminutive little prints, in the unmistakable hop-along pattern of a rabbit. Lupine is hot on the trail and ready to kill, though she feels rather nasty about it.
She crouches behind a rock. She has the rabbit in sight now: a cute little thing with shimmering black eyes, fluffy ears and a plump body. Lupine sighs; she hates to kill it. But she's just so damn hungry, she has to get what she can. The claimed territories probably have some proper vegetation to fuel their inhabitants, but Lupine is pretty sure she wouldn't be welcomed there. Besides, she doesn't particularly want to be in a herd. Solitude suits her just fine.
She is just about to pounce and snap the little creature's neck with her fangs when something rustles in the nearby bushes and scares it away in the blink of an eye. "Dammit!" she growls in a guttural dog voice. Cursing under her breath, she shifts from canine to equine, bones and tissues bulging and morphing grotesquely beneath her fur. Speaking in a normal horse voice now, she yells, "Is someone there?"
Lupine has walked here.
She is alone, she is hungry. Food is scarce and bland for horses in the winter, and though she hates to do it, Lupine has decided to betray her true blood and eat meat as a beastly wolf. She is a terrible hunter, so had been having more than a bit of trouble with this endeavor. But now, it seems, she may have struck it lucky...
For there is another set of tracks in the snow: tiny, diminutive little prints, in the unmistakable hop-along pattern of a rabbit. Lupine is hot on the trail and ready to kill, though she feels rather nasty about it.
She crouches behind a rock. She has the rabbit in sight now: a cute little thing with shimmering black eyes, fluffy ears and a plump body. Lupine sighs; she hates to kill it. But she's just so damn hungry, she has to get what she can. The claimed territories probably have some proper vegetation to fuel their inhabitants, but Lupine is pretty sure she wouldn't be welcomed there. Besides, she doesn't particularly want to be in a herd. Solitude suits her just fine.
She is just about to pounce and snap the little creature's neck with her fangs when something rustles in the nearby bushes and scares it away in the blink of an eye. "Dammit!" she growls in a guttural dog voice. Cursing under her breath, she shifts from canine to equine, bones and tissues bulging and morphing grotesquely beneath her fur. Speaking in a normal horse voice now, she yells, "Is someone there?"