keep your weapons aimed, push down your fears

MUTE - AMUTAQ & ZETERI - LEVI'S SOUL - OF TAVIORA

Tuari ran through the lands, her form now filling out so that her legs became more proportionally to her body, her muscular form strong beneath her dark grey and black pelt. She was moving agility through the woods, weaving around the many trees that were her play and hunting grounds. Black and golden paws hitting the ground for only a moment’s time before pressing her further and faster after her quarry that was now running as if hell was on its heels. In a manner of speaking it was, the girl was by no means evil of nature or heart, but should it fail to keep away from her it would be meeting its maker soon enough. The world was cruel though, to everyone and everything in it, to live she had to kill it was the circle of life for the strong to prey on the weak of the world and in these moments the weak was the fawn that she was ever closing in on. It was an older one, one born likely at the cusp of spring, still bearing spots but nearing Tuari’s own size. She was older now, stronger larger, faster, the only thing it had on its side was it was given a head start by its mother who tried to set her off the path before.

She was silent as the wind as she whipped around the trees and its roots almost more so than the rabbit that continually was trying to lose her in the brush but she was not tricked by the fawn’s ways. She was the daughter of the former True Arrow of Taviora, taught by her father who provided for himself for years and years before teaching her how to hunt. It was heading towards the borders now and she wasn’t so unaware even on the trail of her prey that there was someone there. A hunter was always aware, always ready to strike and ready to run at a moment’s notice. It was a crisis discipline to be sure as always at a moment’s notice she might have to mix up her plans. Hunting alone was her specialty, why live in a pack then? Well she was born here, it was her home, being mute didn’t delegate for good team work or allowing her an easy means of leading hunts on her own as she found out from the fail hunt that she had attempted to lead during the fall.

Alone though she rarely did fail. Cutting it off around the edge one of her golden and green eyes found the tan figure of Levi meeting with is bright blue eyes before setting back on her quarry and tackling the creature into the ground. Its limbs flew everywhere and it barely got one final cry out before her fangs found its throat and crushed down. It was still and silent, more silent than herself as she calmly stepped back sides giving rise and fall as if she hadn’t excerted herself at all despite the mad run after her prey. Perhaps the boy not far away would wonder why she chosen something so large, for it was more than enough for her and another one or two wolves to potentially share for a day, well it was because she was hunter for the pack and she had two little siblings to provide for seeing as her parents were gone.

Her ears flicked back then looking a bit more nervous, with her work complete she wasn’t sure what to do with the stranger. Should she take him to Coza? Something felt… strange about him but the girl couldn’t put her paw on that either. She waited with her kill standing the distance away not really wishing to engage with him seeing as most didn’t understand her inability to speak. But she never knew, sometimes wolves were just different.

Tuari