fated to pretend

N/A · 03-07-2017, 08:32 PM

Grasses were tall, food was plentiful, and the days were long and bright. There was nothing else Fortune could have wanted. The herds had returned, and the bucks were fighting for dominance. The spring babies had grown into younglings that were faster and stronger... the pups too. Faite's brood had been getting larger, stronger, venturing out of their dens. She'd do a lesson with them soon, Fortune decided. That, and she needed to work more with that Ritsy creature. The brave didn't trust him, but he followed orders. That was what mattered. Faite trusted him... she should, as well. Still, she was on edge about it. He wasn't family, not by blood, not by love. Not yet. It was harder that way. Fortune's world was so black and white, she blamed herself for it.

Ah. Blood. She'd had a long morning, pulling in a couple massive game birds and leaving them in the communal prey pile before catching herself a rabbit. Daybreak came and went, the mid morning coming with its awkward shuffle of in between. The Dancefloor of the Gods, the very edges of their perimeter, is where Fortune settles to clean the last bits of breakfast out of her coat. A feather here, a splatter of blood there... she was a hunter. She'd shed much of her vanity in that fact.

Still, she takes a rare moment to tend to the fact the early summer had been a bloody time. Fortune loved it, of course. She had greatly enjoyed being able to hunt with her family at her sides, keeping the pack stable. Keeping the family safe. Everything the brave had wanted, but something was... missing. Fortune largely keeps to herself these days, anyway.

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