They Called It Chaos
08-03-2015, 07:59 PM
The snow beneath her paws was a welcome feeling. Cold, frigid, like the unmoving heart of a warrior. Bernadette would breathe in as she walked along the path of the caverns, her claws making small click-clack-click noises upon the ground where she stepped. Her heart was beating within her chest, a sign that the great beast was still alive. Was she a legend? No. Far from a legend, or a goddess. She was but a warrior, one who was on the right path. The path she felt was right anyway.
The cold would shift, seeming to get deeper into her bones as the light faded from the world. Bernadette worked her body through the snow, building up a sweat that felt almost invigorating. It was not quite the same as the thrill of a spar but it was something to get her heart rate up and her blood flowing. Eventually however the young woman would slow, turning her gaze to the moon.
Bi-colored eyes shown in the setting darkness, her mind at work. Hunger gnawed at the pit of her stomach in a way that demanded she fill the need of food. Food... prey... hunting... The bulky beast would breathe out in a small laugh. What fun that could be! The female was one who would live in the moment, breathing and doing as her heart wanted. Bernadette would scent the air, catching the scent of geese. Ohh, now there would be a tasty treat.
Bernadette would stalk through the snow, mind now set upon her prize. She licked her chops, determination shining in those mixed eyes. She would crunch through the snow softer now, until finally gaze landed upon the fowl. Ahh such plump little critters they were. She would swish her tail back and forth almost in a cat-like manner before she rushed in for the kill.
...and what a kill it was.
The goose had tried in vain to take off, caught mid-air in the jaws of the hungry she wolf. She would land with a plop in the snow, settling down and wasting no time in tearing into the flesh. Dinner was served.
The cold would shift, seeming to get deeper into her bones as the light faded from the world. Bernadette worked her body through the snow, building up a sweat that felt almost invigorating. It was not quite the same as the thrill of a spar but it was something to get her heart rate up and her blood flowing. Eventually however the young woman would slow, turning her gaze to the moon.
Bi-colored eyes shown in the setting darkness, her mind at work. Hunger gnawed at the pit of her stomach in a way that demanded she fill the need of food. Food... prey... hunting... The bulky beast would breathe out in a small laugh. What fun that could be! The female was one who would live in the moment, breathing and doing as her heart wanted. Bernadette would scent the air, catching the scent of geese. Ohh, now there would be a tasty treat.
Bernadette would stalk through the snow, mind now set upon her prize. She licked her chops, determination shining in those mixed eyes. She would crunch through the snow softer now, until finally gaze landed upon the fowl. Ahh such plump little critters they were. She would swish her tail back and forth almost in a cat-like manner before she rushed in for the kill.
...and what a kill it was.
The goose had tried in vain to take off, caught mid-air in the jaws of the hungry she wolf. She would land with a plop in the snow, settling down and wasting no time in tearing into the flesh. Dinner was served.
08-07-2015, 06:23 PM
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08-13-2015, 06:40 PM
It was a voice that stirred the woman from her meal. She would lift her head to the call, and Bernadette would flick an ear as she sized the man up. He did not seem to be a threat by any means, no, in fact seemed to be of the friendly sort. Bernadette would rise, giving a small shift of her tail in greeting. “Aye, I like to think so. Though I’ve always been a fan of their meat.” The female would gently tip her head to her kill. “If you want to taste for yourself, there is more than enough here to satisfy us I should think.” A light little snack at least. The cross marked female would step back, giving up her kill to the stranger. She was not particularly possessive over this one -- she minded not in sharing. She would manage a small smile, though there seemed to be a certain guard to it. “What brings you to this part of the country then? By your words you’re a foreigner, aye?” |
08-15-2015, 12:27 PM
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08-20-2015, 05:25 PM
Bernadette would wait, leeting the man come take a bit of the meal for himself. Free meals were not something often given out, but perhaps a bit of kindness here and there could do well. She would not notice how he eyed the kill prior, taking no notice of such suggestions that she might have been trying to poison him. No, Bernadette was not that sort of wolfess anyway. If she wanted you dead she would try by tooth and claw, not underhanded antics. Ahh one lead by their paws. This particularly phrasing had caught Bernadette’s attention, and she would give a small nod and a smile. “It sounds as it should be, friend.” She would next be bombarded by a couple questions, and Bernadette could not help but chuckle. “Aye, a foreigner myself I am. Joker, they call me, or Forbidden Salvation, in honor of my mother’s naming.” Never was she to give out her true name to a stranger. “As for the cross, well, all my family have one through my father. A birthmark if you will.” Bernadette would chuckle softly. “Perhaps even a special mark for our family by the gods. Who is to say?” |
08-22-2015, 05:22 PM
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09-05-2015, 10:35 AM
The woman would let out a soft chuckle. "Aye, that it does." The woman would roll her shoulders forward, feeling the bones crack and pop. It was ironic how the names they chose for strangers could fit them so. It did make Berny wonder why she kept the name Forbidden Salvation, when more commonly she was referred to as Joker. Perhaps it was a way to keep her mother with her in her heart? The woman wasn't entirely sure. But rather than dwell on the subject it would instead shift. Exploration? Oh yes, she was certainly down. Though the man hadn't waited for an answer to the question she would follow along quietly. She would squeeze through the crevice, not an easy but she made it work. Her bicolored eyes would adjust to the light that was within, noticing the pretty glitter on rocks of the cave. She would follow at her own pace, feeling the cool, damp air as a refreshing. The young woman would glance up at the bicolored eyes of the man, giving a grin. "Tell me, Hárekr, are you afraid of the unknown? Or do you always plunge into places such as this with such fearlessness?" |
09-13-2015, 11:12 AM
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"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
10-02-2015, 01:01 PM
Bernadette would listen to his answers, finding a smile dancing on her lips. “You have good answers, Hárekr.” The woman would compliment softly. The place looked neat in her bi-colored eyes as well. It was curious, odd scents filling her nares in the darkness. “It it is not too bold to say I think you’re a rather interesting being.” The woman would step closer to one of the walls, brushing her tail up against it experimentally. So curious this place was. Hearing the male speak again the woman would turn her gaze and pad to where he had been moments before. The smacking sound was one that made her wince but chuckle slightly. “Alright, me next!” She would more carelessly throw herself onto the slope, rolling onto her side as she rolled down at a rapid pace, giggling like a child as she did so until she too hit a rockface. It would jar her, but the moment she started to recover Bernadette would burst out in laughter. “Oh hello there~” She was having fun and hoped that the other was as well. “Your move, oh fearless leader~” Her words teased. |
10-03-2015, 07:24 AM
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"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
10-08-2015, 12:58 PM
Berny minded not the flirty way the male responded. It was nice, almost refreshing to have someone so full of life respond to her that way. The compliment of the cross on her shoulder was nice as well, though she still wasn’t sure what to make of the marking that had been passed down through her father. Bernadette didn’t necessarily feel a sexual attraction to him either, but it never hurt to be able to enjoy the time of someone that you were with. Beradette would remove herself from where she had crash landed, her own tail flicking back and forth slowly as she headed off in the direction that Háre suggested. This was turning out to be a rewarding trip, for company was never time wasted. The next area they passed in was a chamber with a stream, beautiful as it was, Bernadette couldn’t help but sense a feel of loneliness. “Aye, I can see what you mean. The place has such a... Lifeless feel to it though. Even the water seems devoid of prey.” The female would muse. “Could definitely make a good hideout though. How many would be bold enough to explore such a place?” |
10-22-2015, 07:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-22-2015, 07:28 PM by Hárekr.)
ooc: think I'll go ahead and wrap this up if that's alright since I'm sure they'll run into each other soon in Yfir.
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"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
10-24-2015, 06:13 PM
Ooc:: Yep! No worries. <3
There was a sense of disappointment as the young man spoke. Ahh, he was going so soon? The femme would pout slightly, disappointment within her eyes. Well that was no fun. “I see. Fare thee well, Harekr.” The femme would call out to the young man. She would watch him leave with her bi-colored eyes before looking at the things located around around her once more. Perhaps she would return to this place. But for now she sought something a little more fulfilling... And perhaps the answer had been upon the scent of that brute. Yes... She was going to linger in the north a bit longer. With a smirk she would turn, making her own exit from the cavern. --Exit.-- |