A hunting we will go
10-15-2013, 12:18 AM
As Alacritis was beset by the evening shades a single shadow traveled the area, at ease in the encroaching darkness soon to encompass the continent. The man?s body slipped from the paddock, a silent fixture gliding among the tallest reeds and pausing every so often to puzzle over the sedated gusts for the scents they bore. It was a wondrous night to be alive, to be a wolf, to be in control of ones existence and thereby his or her fortune. It was a marvelously addicting game of chance that excited the blood and coaxed the unwary into dangerous games where the victor may not always be the most auspicious. He however was luckier than most by a mile. Nibelheim had journeyed the distance from the crypts in the Far East to attend to his self-appointed duties as sentinel, companion and caregiver. It had been nearly a week since he and his new acquisition ? for he truly did regard her as little more than a quaint trinket he?d picked up off the ground ? had taken up residence in the cave systems of Stylianos Crypt. It had been an ideal location as any, spacious and protected from the winter elements. A little musty for his tastes but nothing that could not be improved overtime. The male?s easy lope was not without purpose, he had come with the intention to do more than gaze at the mottled gray sky above his head. He was hunting for two now. Cashmere, his little libeling with her many scars and abject fear of all that was new, was still not permitted to leave the caves they called home. She was too weak, too vulnerable, much too easy to manipulate and thus needed to be hidden until he was certain her allegiance rested with only him. While her wellbeing was also at the forefront of his mind it was her loyalty he hoped to nurture just as much as her health. Nose to the ground the ocher beast let his ears rotate, alerted to any noise that might prove a worthy prospect, The Serpent Plains, not one to disappoint, were lush with plant life and thus equally abundant in prey. Nibelheim inched lower to the ground as the trails he had been following freshened, the sound of rustling grasses causing his breath to hitch. A buck, aged and weary from the rut, had hobbled away from its herd ? presumably having been defeated by some young upstart. It was well past its prime if its grayed muzzle was any indication. The thing was missing a horn, limping, a perfect target if he played his hand right. And being that this was Nibelheim, the conniving consort to all things dark and menacing, he was well within the right to declare the hunt a success. He prowled closer, quick to close the distance but forcing himself to slow just enough so that he didn?t cause a disturbance that would spook his quarry. It remained unaware to his presence until the last second where the large brute emerged and lunged, mouth wrapping around it?s thick neck. But his overconfidence proved to be as much a hassle as it could be an asset and he miscalculated ? a rare occasion indeed. The buck, for all its wisdom, was not to be tested. Injured though it was and only having one antler, it swung its head and nailed its attacker in the shoulder. Nibelheim barked at the sudden pain, inadvertently releasing his prey. His shoulder bleed lightly from where the antlers prongs had sliced his flesh but he didn?t care to think too much of it. He would not go home empty-handed. With a vengeful snarl he chased the retreating animal stumbling across the plains, grabbing at its heel and yanking with all his might. It stalled the beast but the stubborn thing remained standing, kicking awkwardly in the hopes of dislodging him. Again Nibelheim was almost nicked and again the male changed tactics, swaying between its airborne limbs and ducking toward its front where he again latched onto its throat ? this time on the side with the missing antler. Satisfaction trickled into his mouth, hot, red and coppery in taste as he fought the animal into submission, claiming it?s life and his prize as the last rays of light were snuffed out. A day ended, a life lost, and a victory had Speech, |
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