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Better Together



Sol


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04-26-2014, 03:49 PM




Her sister was really the only one who got to see this playful, more jovial side of the russet painted young woman. She was hardly so energetic around strangers or others of the pack. When she wasn't alone with her sister, the rest of the pack got to see a very serious, stoic Sol, businesslike and courteous, the perfect warrior, just like the father that she didn't know. Thoughts of her unknown father had begun to invade her mind more frequently now and the girl was beginning to get restless. Her mother had told them about a big blue man who lived on an island somewhere, which wasn't very helpful at all. Sol hadn't cared too much when she'd been younger, but now that she was almost a year she wanted to know who her sire was. Would her mother let them go find them or would she just have to leave on her own?


Sounds good to me. And your stomach too apparently. Talvi's voice would break her from her thoughts, a chuckle rumbling in her ivory chest. Then let's help my stomach out and get it some actual food before it decides to announce to all of Alacritis just how hungry I am. She would bump into her darker sister playfully as she started away from the pond, icy eyes immediately beginning to scan the foliage as they padded along. Velvety nostrils would flare periodically, testing the air, looking for the scent of food. Rabbit was the first thing she caught and so rabbit it would be. Her muscled torso would lower itself to the ground instinctively, crown tilting to her right as she gave her sister a glance, silently telling her to copy her or else they would scare their prey away. She would wait until Talvi was crouching beside her before continuing forward towards a cluster of bushes. She would stop just behind them, icy gaze intent on the two figures of grey rabbits as they nibbled on the wild grasses. Powerful jaws would unclench as saliva began to form. You ready? She would whisper to her sister, keeping her gaze rooted to the herbivores in case they suddenly decided to bolt, muscles tensed and ready to spring into action.


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