Scars Across My Face [Evelette]
05-15-2013, 11:47 AM
Evelette had migrated here with the original intent to return to Glaciem... but memories of Elyias kept her from flickering to the pack bathed in snow. She had retreated to the battlefield in hopes of being claimed and Syrinx and Adette had both found her, while she had chosen neither that day and took time alone to contemplate her decision, she finalized upon Valhalla. The pack buried in the trees and had not once regretted her decision. Today had not been a day of duties and stresses, she had gone wandering for the sole intent of clearing her head, a bit of meditation never hurt anyone and she was sorely in need of some space. Of course, this would be laid to waste the gentleman that paced along beside her had joined her company and she couldn't say she was complaining, his easy demeanor and laid back attitude was a refreshing change and she thoroughly enjoyed time spent in his company. His past would cause her to frown, sadness dwelling in the depths of her chest as he told her how blood stained his past truly was. before she could retort, he was gone, winding through the trees and stopping for only a moment to gather his bearings, in the blink of an eye he was charging and so was she. The herd tore off, scattered and afraid. Adonis latched himself onto the hind leg of the beast, it bucked him off but he was up in a flash, distracted by the male he whipped his head around in an attempt to dislodge Adonis with its antlers and leaving his neck exposed. Evelette wasted no more time and lunged, teeth coiling around the pulsing vein and spearing through his trachea, she would drag the chunk of flesh from his throat and quickly leapt away as the scream of pain turned to a gurgle and he flailed erratically. In less than a few moments he would slump to the earth, chest rising and falling once more, before he would fall still. She would dip her maw, murmuring her thanks to the creature in a show of respect. Evelette was panting, tired from the exertion, her breath coming fast and harsh, tongue lolling from the side of her mouth as she smiled at her companion. "I assume the thigh is your favorite? It looks like you've begun this meal without me." The teasing light would enter her tones and she chuckled softly, sometimes it was good to feel so carefree. Speech, |