self explosive
12-13-2013, 08:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-13-2013, 08:44 AM by Aures.)
The night was clear and crisp, but it was missing something: it had to be claimed. That was on Odette's mind as she left the warmth of the den she shared with Chrysanthe. She left a sweet nuzzle to her adopted mother's cheek before she slipped out and into the night air. Her lungs filled themselves with the freezing atmosphere that came when the sun left and she didn't hesitate to embrace it. Gargoyle had been accustomed to the cold climates and it was in her blood, too. She enjoyed it, even if others didn't. Her frame was like a shadow across the winter landscape. Snow was everywhere and she intended to leave as many tracks across the unclaimed bits of Valhalla until she became weary. Adventure was out there, even if she was now isolated by the borders that kept her and the pack members safe. The taste to be out and about was too strong for Odette and she decided to eat her fill until she couldn't have any more! Her appetite would be satisfied sooner than she thought, for she wasn't even out in the open for five minutes when she caught an unfamiliar scent. Odette immediately took to the woods, gracing the outer row of naked trees to keep herself in the shadows. She stalked with braced legs, tail sticking straight out behind her and her ears pinned to her crown. Red and blue eyes sought out the source of the scent and she pinpointed the target. He wasn't too far off, but his identity was still masked. All she could see was a gargantuan form that had halted. It was too perfect! Odette's plan of action was sprung into life. She silently walked towards him, all senses pinned to the large stranger. Then, she made herself known by snarls escaping her now curled lips and exposed teeth. Her walking was brought to a brisk trot and she broke into a run as she got ready to leap and bring him down. Unfortunately, timing was not on her side that night. The scent that was inhaled before she could backtrack made her immediately remember a summer day on the beach with a purple boy. He had been tall and pretty and she caught the color from the flash of moon that shined through the bare branches of the trees. "Bask-" she said in midair, but it was too late. Her full weight of 125 pounds that came from her pouncing leap rammed into his right side. Her left shoulder crashed into his abdomen and she bounced back, landing on her stomach before quickly scurrying to all fours. Odette backed up, unsure if she was having reality playing tricks on her or if this was actually happening. Her nose twitched again and the thought of being unsure that radiated from her eyes changed to certainty. Yup. This was him. "Baskilisk..." she softly said, tones allowing his name to smoothly fall from her tongue. The seven and a half month old rose her head to show her full height of thirty inches. She wasn't her grown height yet, but she would be by a year old. Her form was already changing to resemble Ocena's: slender and firm with her father's muscles. She continued to watch the purple boy, pondering what he would do. Talk like this |
