trouble is a friend of mine
08-21-2013, 07:04 PM
~*~ Silverback came along at a nice easy lope. She wasn't a big one for running or anything- unless she had the incentive of a bear behind her or a prey animal in front of her, but now and again she didn't mind adding a little spring to her step. Longer hind legs and stockier forelegs, meant that, along flat ground, she moved with a bit of a rocking gait until she reached full speed, but that was just fine. She was alone in the world of rock and stone and tree and grass. She was growing accustumed to the south and all it's surprises - not to mention it's good food. Already her ambush style of hunting -adapted to trees instead of stone ledges - had netted her plenty of prey. This well into summer, feeding her caged birds was no problem at all. She had begun to really enjoy her life again. Whether or not there were any kings to be had, she was still a queen, and she was still a blessing to all of creation. She could control herself again and she was back to her usual half sarcastic, half purring attitude. There was just one loose end. And today she would see to that. Other than one food delivery early on, Silverback hadn't been to see her fawn-spotted wolf, since it's capture. It wasn't a big deal - wolves could go for up to 17 days without food and no ill effects - and that was considering they were running and fighting and still trying to hunt. No, with her kenneled mutts there was more a risk of them getting fat than them going hungry, but still it had been a good week or so. If he was going to accept her, it'd have to be now. He'd had no one to see or talk to in a while and Silverback hoped that that would improve upon his outlook. Perhaps she was a little short of temper about the whole thing. Perhaps she actually had been putting off coming back to the Moontouched Cliffs. But it was because something seemed to have gone wrong. She was supposed to be enjoying her control - thrilling in the capture and the rebellion and finally submission. She had with the others - moving right along towards the amiable stages. But with this one -what's his face- Nuka, something about him had made it not fun. She didn't like seeing him too unhappy. Maybe it was those puppy eyes. They reminded her of the wolf pup she'd killed in the south - something she hadn't thought about in a while. Her conscience and her soft heart seemed to strike her at the worst of times. All her instincts were bent on killing and hunting and brooding alone, and yet, the truth was, she found that she could feel intensely for other creatures. It was a problem. But she wasn't going to work herself into a bad mood. No, she had a good past week and she planned to let that continue. She trotted down the winding cliff-path a ways and then struck out across the trackless sheer cliff-face - all the while, holding her food delivery in her iron jaws. Eventually reaching the mouth of the tunnel, she hopped up onto the cave floor. Her form was silhouetted against the backdrop of a dusky evening and churning seas. As of yet there was still plenty of light, but night would be coming soon enough. "I brought dinner," she said simply, placing the wild pig against the cold stone. She retreated a step or two back to the edge of the cave and crouched down with her tail wrapped around her like a persian scarf. She said little as of yet; she wanted to observe where the male's mind seemed to be. |