Oh ma douce souffrance
[ moira ]
10-26-2023, 07:55 PM
The Saxe woman travels North again, her head up and her ears to the wind. The Polar Sound has become a place she enjoys lingering; it is a suitable place to hunt and kill, and both things suit her just fine. Auriga currently has her nostrils full of the smell of something rare-- a female ram, deep in season, who is coated with the blood of a challenger male who could not quite make it. She tracks the smell of both of them with her tail high, her muzzle twisting into a smug, pleased smile before she detects that their paths part ways-- the wounded male has apparently given up his pursuit. With a low, dark laugh, Auriga shakes her coat and follows the male ram's scent, because she can sense his weakness. Well-- of course she can. He's a man, after all, even if he is just a ram, lacking her intellect and ability. Men, she knows, are easily tempered things, creatures of habit in ways that Auriga could never have allowed herself to become. But, well. She loves her uncle, and her brothers, despite their many flaws. They are Saxes -- they are family.
Auriga sees the ram stop-- she drifts from the brush, unafraid of it, growling low in her throat to menace the ram and make him whirl on her. Yeah. He's wounded, alright -- part of his face is torn, hanging skin-and-flesh. |
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