If My Heart was a House You'd Be Home
07-18-2013, 11:50 PM
She watched the murmurs of agreement flow through the group, and her ears perked as she heard Cherokee mention the rarity of moose in the area, as well as his willingness to search one out for his new bride. "Moose sounds like a brilliant idea my love, but I'm not quite sure they live around these parts. But I will look for them, just for you. If not, we can always catch some deer. Does that suit everyone?" It was amazing, the love he had for Song, Aurora didn't want to show it at all, but she was envious of them, of their shared affections. Her pristine face remained blank while her infinite mind pondered this, calculated the odds of her ever finding someone who loved her as much as Cherokee loved Song. Deciding that such a train of thought was causing far to much pain for her, she dropped it immediately. Silent's voice was next to fill her auditory sensors. She told the angelic pelted lady that she was no less honored to meet her. "Well, Aurora, I am still honored," Aurora was humbled, her heart done well by the fact that a wolf of her status felt this way. She also professed no preference to what they hunted, for whatever they could find first was enough for her. "I will have no problem with hunting what is most convenient, Cherokee. You are the lovely couple, and whatever you say today will be fine." Her eagerness and happiness to get on with the hunt made the icy temptress equally content, that a wolf who was not quite as young as the rest of them was the most eager to get on with it. Song was the next to make her move, standing and bounding forward, her laughter trickling through the air towards the rest of them. It did not last long though, she stopped suddenly and her beautiful sounds of glee cut off abruptly. Looking over her shoulder, she made sure everyone in the group was prepared for the hunt ahead. The she wolf with the pristine snowy derma took in everything about the cream furred newlywed's movements, watched her sniff the air for any trace of moose scent. By the look on her face, she had caught it. Her body hungering for the thrill of the hunt, the kill, she was on her feet in a second and ready to go. A moose was a massive creature, it could take out a wolf with a single kick, a single stomp, a well timed charge with those gigantic antlers. In those silver eyes, a demon bade it's time, ready to be unleashed on the creature of choice. Long, silky banner sweeping rapidly back and forth, Aurora leapt a few times, and was at Song's side within a few heartbeats. "Ready, my dearest? Together, we are unstoppable, don't worry." She told the bride, her soft, silky voice soothing as it could be, coupled with it's otherworldly tone and hint of Russian accent. Resting her head on the pearl coloured maiden's shoulder, she remembered something her mother had told her after the fire. "There is nothing to fear but fear itself." She whispered, and removed her head, looking at her with her eerie, consuming moonstone orbs. She waited, eager to be off. |