Cause we all know we have to be Stronger

My black tipped tail swished and I continued my search for Avery. The ground was frosty in the land, the air cold but somehow it makes me feel even more alive to feel it brush through my fur and lash against my skin when a breeze comes through. The time of death of the year, where cold clutches everything and sucks the life from it if it isn’t strong enough, something about that sometimes felt invigorating. The cold even chased those blasted gators that inhabbited wetter areas of the Moorlands away. Why? I didn’t know to be honest but I was greatful for it. It wasn’t like those things scared me, or caused me trouble. Okay, so they were a little scary. Nothing like that was even remotely close to Diveen and the first time I saw one I think I nearly jumped out of my fur in shock when it lashed out before sinking back into the swamps to where it came from. But that was when I was younger, and less honed. Honestly I can probably thank those creatures for making me more aware of my surroundings, less I get my leg taken off like one of the swamp deer or anything else that walks by unaware.

My steal had gone just as planned as well. I managed to get the female into the lands though, it seemed, she and her… plaything? Pet? Whatever he was. Refused my offer. Ihaven’t seen them since the first sign of true winter touched and to be honest I was sort of happy for it less I need to scald my eyes by finding them in some bush or den. They were already the… touchy type, even without the influence of Winter and I was just happy that I seemed to be a male that didn’t go crazy with the first scent of female on the wind. Really it didn’t affect me at all I think, it never has since I became an adult and I sort of wonder what exactly makes all them go crazy. Perhaps I am still just a bit young, or just still haven’t found that ‘special someone’ but either way it didn’t matter. My work did, and maybe that was what I was mated too instead.

I know she’s around here, speaking of, her scent is on the wind saying I was close. But where I had no idea. She was a trained assassin in a way, a warrior and I know she can blend in with the shadows while I am over here blending more with the frost than anything else. My white and black pelt doing little in the way of camouflage as I was trying to find someone not hide from them. I stop in the clearing then, my black ears flicking about trying to find out if she’s near by sound but, nothing. I scowl looking, probably more like my mother when she scolded us as children than anything else before a quick rustle and a flash of black moves just in my peripheral vision.

I twist, it is instinctive, but more controlled than the first time I had been caught off guard by the slightly shorter female. She still managed to hit me though. Our shoulders colliding and feeling a bruise potentially oncoming. She had pushed me back slightly as well but I used that to lift my leg she was ducking down to grab my leg and I stepped it backwards just in time to feel her fangs graze across my flesh, stinging and burning but not stopping me. This time was different, I do not wait to start fighting back. Her head is lowered so I aim to grab her just at the base of her scull, to grab her and shove her downwards hoping her own miss will have her a little off balance as well (though I do not expect her to have such shoddy foot work to allow me that). Only if I miss or she slips away will I make another move to snap at the side of her neck to pinch and cause bleeding but nothing more. I still had lots to learn, but I had been at least gaining the ability to hone some of my more natural talent I gained from both sides of my family. I am an all rounder but my longer legs allow me to take long strides back or forward or too each side. Maybe I haven’t been sparring or fighting much, but I was now fully grown into my body and perhaps this might sound weird but I have explored myself and found my strengths and weakness and now I am trying to apply them on the fly. I don’t want to hurt her badly, I am trying to control my bites enough that while my fangs may pierce skin they won’t leave any big open wounds unless she does something strange like shove into me while my mouth is on her. I guess I am getting my spar now, though I can’t help but detect a bit more ferocity this time than the last we met I hope I can make her proud in some way after the disappointment I was last time.

Son to Kane & Isola - Litter-mate to Calliel
Love of None – Imprint of Najira