A Dead Wolf Tells No Tales [P]
03-08-2013, 04:27 PM
Destruction had followed closely behind the young SwiftKill, though she'd allowed enough room for the child to wander her own. In a sense, the dark dame had adopted the young killer-to-be, even if she was old enough to strike out on her own. She figured she could use the practice, having realized that she'd never eaten the smartweed leaves Bane had told her tp, consequently leading to the pregnancy now stirring in her blood-soaked belly. Pups meant nothing for her and she would have killed them had the thought of rearing more blood-thirsty killers like herself not crossed her mind. Perhaps this pregnancy could benefit her after all.
Limbs moved surely on the wet ground, the signs of winter slowly fading into spring. It was somewhat of a relief that the ground would no longer be covered in the irritable white substance, but now she could no longer enjoy her skills or paint the ivory fluff with their life's blood. No matter, she would find a way to work it out in the approaching spring. She'd trailed the girl's scent to an unknown area of the freelands, one the she-devil had yet to explore. A sudden howl caught her attention, breaking her from her thoughts. SwiftKill was calling out. The charcoal dame had all the time in the world and so she was in no hurry as she moved towards the origin of Swift's call, her alabaster, crimson ringed eyes spotting the young thing attempting to climb what appeared to be a wall. To her surprise, another wolf had also shown up, a brute by his scent. Hackles bristled as he spoke to Swift, asking her where he was.
SwiftKill! Get down from there you foolish child or you will surely break a limb and all your desire for killing will be for naught! the massive dame boomed, frame halting not to far from the white youth, gaze flickering to the intruder. Who are you brute? Why do choose to speak to SwiftKill? What are you looking for? A bit of possesiveness coated her words as she spoke, not liking the idea of another wolf being around the young killer. Destruction had found her first.
Limbs moved surely on the wet ground, the signs of winter slowly fading into spring. It was somewhat of a relief that the ground would no longer be covered in the irritable white substance, but now she could no longer enjoy her skills or paint the ivory fluff with their life's blood. No matter, she would find a way to work it out in the approaching spring. She'd trailed the girl's scent to an unknown area of the freelands, one the she-devil had yet to explore. A sudden howl caught her attention, breaking her from her thoughts. SwiftKill was calling out. The charcoal dame had all the time in the world and so she was in no hurry as she moved towards the origin of Swift's call, her alabaster, crimson ringed eyes spotting the young thing attempting to climb what appeared to be a wall. To her surprise, another wolf had also shown up, a brute by his scent. Hackles bristled as he spoke to Swift, asking her where he was.
SwiftKill! Get down from there you foolish child or you will surely break a limb and all your desire for killing will be for naught! the massive dame boomed, frame halting not to far from the white youth, gaze flickering to the intruder. Who are you brute? Why do choose to speak to SwiftKill? What are you looking for? A bit of possesiveness coated her words as she spoke, not liking the idea of another wolf being around the young killer. Destruction had found her first.