I am your darkness, I am your desire, I am your nightmare wrapped up in fire
She feels his hold weaken, if only for a moment, the yearling childs head twisting savagely in those moments in a final effort to rip free her prize, only to find the male had gripped it harder, the growl within his throat a sound of play and one that sees the girls tail wave as she dips into a boy, form of red, white and black aglow beneath the pale moon as she does, bloodied red eyes seeking his own as he young teeth find a purchase more firm and she seeks to rip free her treat. She knows she is outmatched and outclassed in this and yet perhaps it is that infusion of Alpha blood that runs so thickly within her veins that refuses the girl the ability to yield unless forced. She is an obedient creature when nature demands it, she will offer her yield to those deserving of it, else she will take command on her own, lead when others will not, her determination a sure thing, her resilience on clear display in these moments as her lanky form coils and tightens with each tug and pull. She has so very much growing to do and yet her form is strong, hard, toned and displaying of the fine and beautiful femininity it will one day hold, a gift of Flare and Grandfather Sin, though never will she know of him. The male lifts one paw to bat at her in play, her own growl coiling within her throat, her teeth forced to loosen at his push before his head lifts suddenly and her claws and paws scrape at the earth, the little hellion lunging upward to clamp her teeth about it once more, dangling in this moment before she can no longer hold, forced to release her prize with a snort of discord as she lands atop black limbs once more.
The male lunges suddenly forward, the lanky girl, dropping into another bow of sorts, her long limbs stretching to block his path before he spins away, her own form taking off after him like streak of white and shadow. She cannot hope to catch a fully grown male, her own limbs not yet fully formed and yet her run is flawless in it’s silence, a graceful dance atop the earth for indeed she has been taught as such, taught to move as shadow and darkness within the confines of her Fathers kingdom of black oblivion. Her pace quickens, limbs leaping and bounding over uneven ground, rocks and fallen trees. She does not know the land as he and yet she follows, mimics his movements to allow herself to remain behind in pursuit of her prize until his speed increase once more. Had she been an adult, she would have captured the male by now, yet her muscle is not as well formed, her limbs cannot be pressed as fast and indeed and silently as she had come, Riven recedes within the darkness of the pack land, her form circling within the confines of the trees and rocky outcrops of the pack, silent as she waits for him to stop, waits for him to believe he is no longer chased and that the prize is his own.
Each paw is lifted and she creeps now, circling wide about the male, bloodied eyes aglow in the gloom. She moves as he, as Large Black when prey has been sighted. For Riven is smart. Riven learns quickly and she has learned well from Tobias and Flare though it is not his flesh she hunts for, at least, not tonight. Each limb lengthens as her form lowers, silent and silent still as closer she creeps, the girl of white, coated in black, a Shadowed Ghost within the trees as she flashes from the darkness, seizing the bone in her jaws as her lunge continues, attempting to rip it from him entirely as her adrenaline races and spikes in delight at this game.
RIVEN
1 Year || Mate to None || Imprint of None || Tobias x Flare |