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Posted on December 22, 2013 at 01:26:29 AM by CERSEI.
The Devil's got a rifle on my front porch
Really, she hadn't meant to do it, but nonetheless, she had. What had she done? Well, she had sworn not to because she was supposed to spend time with her father and learn more on how to be, well, a decent wolf. But no - a lot of her time had been spent thinking about Sinclair. Maybe he was unaware at the time, but in her eyes, he was some oddity, a strange boy filled with mysteries that she so desperately wanted to crack. It had been as such with Delya but... she didn't understand it, but she felt like being around Sinclair practically all the time rather than just visiting. In a sense, she was lucky he was living in Glorall. It made her desires much more easier to fulfill! ...Though, she'd never admit it, especially not to him.
One of the first things she had learnt from her father had been to properly track prey and, in a sense, other wolves. Today, she had decided, she would use those skills to track him down! With the sun only just beginning to rise over the sea side pack, she had already bounded from the den with an almost comical enthusiasm. Across the woodland and down to the sand dunes, she moved with a surprising quiet and grace; she leapt, bound and weaved over and beneath rocks and trees, following the dozens of trails through the pack. Sinclair's was relatively easy to follow, or so she thought at least.
By the time the sky had broken into shades of blue, she arrived at one of the dens scattered throughout the pack. Around it, she could find traces of Sinclair's scent, though that was not to say it was the only one. There was rabbit, too, and perhaps a fox though the age of those, she couldn't quite decipher. All she knew was that there was, well, Sinclair's smell and thus, it made total, logical sense that it was indeed his home! Right? The look on her face - mischievous and determined - seemed to confirm that as she skulked forward, tail waving slowly behind her.
She moved as quietly as possible, her lips pulled back into a playful smile to reveal the edges of her teeth as she moved to the mouth of the den. With a wiggle of her behind, she suddenly dove forward, letting out an excited, loud yip as she pounced onto the den's mouth, sending a small billow of the dust into the blackness.
"Got you! Time to come out!"
She barked down at what she assumed was Sinclair, her tail curled over her back and waving joyfully. Let the games begin!
He knows I came looking for a fight
One of the first things she had learnt from her father had been to properly track prey and, in a sense, other wolves. Today, she had decided, she would use those skills to track him down! With the sun only just beginning to rise over the sea side pack, she had already bounded from the den with an almost comical enthusiasm. Across the woodland and down to the sand dunes, she moved with a surprising quiet and grace; she leapt, bound and weaved over and beneath rocks and trees, following the dozens of trails through the pack. Sinclair's was relatively easy to follow, or so she thought at least.
By the time the sky had broken into shades of blue, she arrived at one of the dens scattered throughout the pack. Around it, she could find traces of Sinclair's scent, though that was not to say it was the only one. There was rabbit, too, and perhaps a fox though the age of those, she couldn't quite decipher. All she knew was that there was, well, Sinclair's smell and thus, it made total, logical sense that it was indeed his home! Right? The look on her face - mischievous and determined - seemed to confirm that as she skulked forward, tail waving slowly behind her.
She moved as quietly as possible, her lips pulled back into a playful smile to reveal the edges of her teeth as she moved to the mouth of the den. With a wiggle of her behind, she suddenly dove forward, letting out an excited, loud yip as she pounced onto the den's mouth, sending a small billow of the dust into the blackness.
"Got you! Time to come out!"
She barked down at what she assumed was Sinclair, her tail curled over her back and waving joyfully. Let the games begin!
the red princess of tesseract and caligula
Feel free to power play a little!
As in, feel free to send a fox after her or have Sinclair do whatever :P
Replies:
- Then the strongest heart grows old - By Sinclair December 30, 2013 at 04:26:09 PM
mark a cross on your doorstep - By CERSEI. January 6, 2014 at 08:54:20 PM
Then the strongest heart grows old - By Sinclair January 16, 2014 at 06:09:14 PM
mark a cross on your doorstep - By CERSEI. January 19, 2014 at 02:11:53 PM
Then the strongest heart grows old - By Sinclair January 20, 2014 at 11:35:57 PM
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