Post by Shantik on Sept 23, 2008 19:42:50 GMT -5
Was bored. Wanted to write with her. xD Besides, I wanted to dive in and see what her past was, and how she was 'betrayed', since I never really went into detail on her bio. So... rawr.
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Her feet seemed not to exist as she sprinted after the doe, mind abandoned in the heat of the hunt. In this age-old ritual, she knew to abandon life in every way. All that matter was the scent of blood and the thrill of the hunt.
Driftsand leaped, her claws striking true into the back of the prey, jaws finding the haunch. Even as her teeth tore at the flesh, she felt the deer weakening, felt the blood pumping from the new wound, and knew the scent of victory.
She held on, perfectly gripped, until finally, it fell, and she dove on its belly, ripping it open to ensure its death. She panted as her breath slowly revisited, and licked the fresh blood from her maw. She could not eat, however. This hunt was not for her.
“Man, Drift! How do you do that?” Came the voice of one of her good companions in the game of being a hunter. He laughed as he came up, watching the doe’s last struggles. “You gotta be the best hunter of us all… yet you still aren’t going for the part, are you?”
“What part, Gnarl? I haven’t the faintest clue what you’re talking about.” She almost-purred, tail wagging out behind her. Behind her sarcastic comment, she found herself thinking almost longingly of that position; the Lead Hunter. A rank of high consideration… to her, at least. But not yet was Geera a large enough pack for such a rank to be filled. Every day, she lived with the anxiety of if she’d be the lucky one.
Gnarl shook his head incredulously, sniffing at the felled prey before suddenly looking up at her. “By the way, Obsidian was out looking for you.”
“He… was?” Drifter echoed, perking her ears forward in curiousity. “But why would…”
“He says he’s got something special for you.” Gnarl gave her a playful wink. “Personally, I think he’s aiming to get you as his mate.”
Driftsand narrowed her sharp golden eyes at him, and though he fell silent, she dwelled almost worriedly on his words. But she shook her head, a smile creasing her maw as she started off. No matter the small voice in the back of her head that said Obsidian was untrustworthy, her emotions threw her off. She felt strongly for the large black male; affectionate… loving.
As she started off, over the hill where she’d been and over another one, she caught the scent, and turned to face it. There he was. She couldn’t help her grin as she started towards him.
Once she reached him she noticed he was asleep. Nice. She crouched, stalking up to him before she was in striking distance. She then leaped, like she’d done with the deer, and pounced him.
He turned on her, snarling, and just barely missed clawing out her ear as she leapt away. Fear conquered her affections for a moment and she drew back, but after a moment, he seemed to recognize her and grinned. “Oh. It’s you…”
“Who did you think it was? Some rogue about to eat you alive or something?” She near-growled, trying to hide her initial fear. Hopefully, he hadn’t seen.
He didn’t seem to have as he paced over, resting his head between her shoulder blades. She relaxed at once, allowing herself to drop her head and tail almost submissively. Even when he rested a paw across her shoulders, pushing his snout deep into her fur, she didn’t tense. It was only when an extreme pain seared her shoulders and ribs as he tore into her flesh from the top of her ribcage across her shoulder blades…
She dashed away, but after running a few feet, turned to look back at him. Mistake. He was on her before she was aware of it, sharp claws and fangs ripping into her as easily as one might tear leaves from a dying tree. Yelping and near screeching in pain, she struggled out of his grasp and sprinted, consciously unsure of even where she was going.
After what seemed like hours of agony, she dropped at the base of the rocks that marked the meeting place for her pack. She gasped for breath, fear making it harder and harder to do. Fear and disbelief. It was like he wanted her dead… why? Why would he…
Tricked. Her pants turned into a snarl and her wounded hackles rose as she slowly realized. Now that she understand, she understood also how stupid she’d been for trusting him. Only an idiot could trust someone like that… who’d come into the pack as a rogue… acting all wounded and hurt. Probably exiled from his last pack.
She turned in on herself, licking at her wounds. It would leave a scar. But not only physically. She knew now. Trust no one. Not one in this miserable pack deserved such a thing. Not one.
Okay… so maybe that was incorrect. After all, that was when she was but two years of age… now, two years later… one had gained back enough of that trust, a trust that had been there even when she hadn’t realized it.
But that is for another story.
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Her feet seemed not to exist as she sprinted after the doe, mind abandoned in the heat of the hunt. In this age-old ritual, she knew to abandon life in every way. All that matter was the scent of blood and the thrill of the hunt.
Driftsand leaped, her claws striking true into the back of the prey, jaws finding the haunch. Even as her teeth tore at the flesh, she felt the deer weakening, felt the blood pumping from the new wound, and knew the scent of victory.
She held on, perfectly gripped, until finally, it fell, and she dove on its belly, ripping it open to ensure its death. She panted as her breath slowly revisited, and licked the fresh blood from her maw. She could not eat, however. This hunt was not for her.
“Man, Drift! How do you do that?” Came the voice of one of her good companions in the game of being a hunter. He laughed as he came up, watching the doe’s last struggles. “You gotta be the best hunter of us all… yet you still aren’t going for the part, are you?”
“What part, Gnarl? I haven’t the faintest clue what you’re talking about.” She almost-purred, tail wagging out behind her. Behind her sarcastic comment, she found herself thinking almost longingly of that position; the Lead Hunter. A rank of high consideration… to her, at least. But not yet was Geera a large enough pack for such a rank to be filled. Every day, she lived with the anxiety of if she’d be the lucky one.
Gnarl shook his head incredulously, sniffing at the felled prey before suddenly looking up at her. “By the way, Obsidian was out looking for you.”
“He… was?” Drifter echoed, perking her ears forward in curiousity. “But why would…”
“He says he’s got something special for you.” Gnarl gave her a playful wink. “Personally, I think he’s aiming to get you as his mate.”
Driftsand narrowed her sharp golden eyes at him, and though he fell silent, she dwelled almost worriedly on his words. But she shook her head, a smile creasing her maw as she started off. No matter the small voice in the back of her head that said Obsidian was untrustworthy, her emotions threw her off. She felt strongly for the large black male; affectionate… loving.
As she started off, over the hill where she’d been and over another one, she caught the scent, and turned to face it. There he was. She couldn’t help her grin as she started towards him.
Once she reached him she noticed he was asleep. Nice. She crouched, stalking up to him before she was in striking distance. She then leaped, like she’d done with the deer, and pounced him.
He turned on her, snarling, and just barely missed clawing out her ear as she leapt away. Fear conquered her affections for a moment and she drew back, but after a moment, he seemed to recognize her and grinned. “Oh. It’s you…”
“Who did you think it was? Some rogue about to eat you alive or something?” She near-growled, trying to hide her initial fear. Hopefully, he hadn’t seen.
He didn’t seem to have as he paced over, resting his head between her shoulder blades. She relaxed at once, allowing herself to drop her head and tail almost submissively. Even when he rested a paw across her shoulders, pushing his snout deep into her fur, she didn’t tense. It was only when an extreme pain seared her shoulders and ribs as he tore into her flesh from the top of her ribcage across her shoulder blades…
She dashed away, but after running a few feet, turned to look back at him. Mistake. He was on her before she was aware of it, sharp claws and fangs ripping into her as easily as one might tear leaves from a dying tree. Yelping and near screeching in pain, she struggled out of his grasp and sprinted, consciously unsure of even where she was going.
After what seemed like hours of agony, she dropped at the base of the rocks that marked the meeting place for her pack. She gasped for breath, fear making it harder and harder to do. Fear and disbelief. It was like he wanted her dead… why? Why would he…
Tricked. Her pants turned into a snarl and her wounded hackles rose as she slowly realized. Now that she understand, she understood also how stupid she’d been for trusting him. Only an idiot could trust someone like that… who’d come into the pack as a rogue… acting all wounded and hurt. Probably exiled from his last pack.
She turned in on herself, licking at her wounds. It would leave a scar. But not only physically. She knew now. Trust no one. Not one in this miserable pack deserved such a thing. Not one.
Okay… so maybe that was incorrect. After all, that was when she was but two years of age… now, two years later… one had gained back enough of that trust, a trust that had been there even when she hadn’t realized it.
But that is for another story.