Warrior Goddess

*Champion* · 04-06-2013, 10:03 AM

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Rain. Champion couldn't believe her good luck.

The summer had brought a drought to the lands of Lentajin, and no doubt this brief cloudburst would soon be gone. However, the artic-born she-wolf decided to enjoy the cool, refreshing gift while she could. Exploding from her new den (she hadn't had such a permanent home in seasons!) she dashed into the storm - seeing to race the raindrops coming down.

She was a monster to behold - a wolf the size of a tiger pelting across the barren lands, letting grass bending and stones skipping in her wake. She was hoping to flush something out of hiding. Certainly this sky-water would bring other creatures from the shade of their burrows. her blood red eyes flickered back and forth -hungry for color and movement.

Just as she came leaping over the banks of a dry creekbed, her nose twitched. A familiar scent. Deer blood. And an unfamiliar scent. A wolf. The truth was, she was still new to Lentajin. Though she was a formidable figure to cross and had thrown her heart into her new role, she was still a green Beta. She didn't yet know all of her packmates and the scent in her nose could as easily be friend as foe.

Only one way to find out.

With a reckless twist of a grin on her muzzle, she dashed her way towards the border. Mud splashed up her legs and the pouring rain flattened her fluff- but it only made her curls of muscle all the more visible. That fluff and that summer heat had kept her from getting a good day time sprint for quite some time. Now that the weather was borderline cool enough -she ran her heart out - her tongue lolling out between rows of bared fangs. Her iron claws tearing at the newly dampened earth.

At such speeds, her destination was quickly reached. The source of the smell was found. A dead doeling, and a white and black male wolf.

Ivories still showing, Champion let herself smile as she pulled up like a reining horse and switched paces to a swaybacked trail. Her tail, as always, was curled high over her back and though her paws were big, her steps were far from clumsy. All in all, taken in with the thunderheads behind her, she could easily be called fearsome. But her voice was relaxed and chuckling. "What have we here? Someone made a lucky kill."

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~I?m now becoming my own S.e.l.f.-.f.u.l.f.i.l.l.e.d. Prophecy ~

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