Space Bound
07-06-2013, 09:10 AM
R I N A
The rabbit took its last breath as its throat was ripped out by the hungry dame. The whole rabbit was gone almost instantly. It was an old rabbit, female, dying anyway. Rina licked her muzzle and walked over to a quiet stream to wash herself from blood. After she had finished, she drank up some of the clear, refreshing water and sat on the bank, looking at her reflection. It was odd, that it was almost as if there was another world, Parallel. Eventually she got tired of sitting and ran up to a tree, shading her from the harsh sun. It was a lovely spring noon. Birds chirping, fresh grass bent underneath her feet and seldom a cloud was seen in the blue sky. The forest was alive around her, and she was apart of it. Rina closed her eyes and listened.
The rabbit took its last breath as its throat was ripped out by the hungry dame. The whole rabbit was gone almost instantly. It was an old rabbit, female, dying anyway. Rina licked her muzzle and walked over to a quiet stream to wash herself from blood. After she had finished, she drank up some of the clear, refreshing water and sat on the bank, looking at her reflection. It was odd, that it was almost as if there was another world, Parallel. Eventually she got tired of sitting and ran up to a tree, shading her from the harsh sun. It was a lovely spring noon. Birds chirping, fresh grass bent underneath her feet and seldom a cloud was seen in the blue sky. The forest was alive around her, and she was apart of it. Rina closed her eyes and listened.
07-07-2013, 08:30 PM
Saratoga Wood. Not long ago it had been nothing but a land of smoke, charred remains of trees sticking like spears in the lifeless ground. But with the passage of time, mother nature had begun to work her magic. There were patches at the edge of the land that were marginally habitable. Of course the first thing to come back was the grass, and then the begings of scrub. In such places like these blue cornflowers and purple larkspur popped up like weeds, adding a strange, surreal beauty to the land of ash spires. And where there was water there was always more vegetation. Gargoyle found himself following a stream, his paws keeping a muted baseline for it?s cheerful, babbling song. He had been in the Far North for so long. So, very long. It was high time he do a little exploring and get to know the other regions that his pack had recently become new neighbors to.
He gone about a mile or so more when he caught he scent of a fresh kill, and then, after it, wolf. Young. Female. Loner. The giant male was in a friendly enough mood this morning, and a bit hungry too (it took a lot of meat to keep a beast his size going) Perhaps a fellow stranger in these lands could give him a word of advice as to where he might hunt. ?. Or perhaps it was a rogue, lawless to the point of danger and looking for something other than rabbits blood to drench it?s jaws in. Gargoyle kept walking calm and collected. One got the feeling that, to the brute, it didn?t matter. "Morning stranger," he hailed simply as he came into view. It was a brown she-wolf with a white dorsal stripe. Pretty by any standard, but Gargoyle was more interested in the rabbit remains he noticed not far off. He fixed her with a yellow gaze so blank and casual it was almost cold. "Any more of those things hopping about?"
07-10-2013, 03:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-10-2013, 03:22 PM by Rina.)
Her voice was polite, even friendly. Sometimes Gargoyle wondered what it must be like for the wolves he met. He didn't exactly make this simple when it came to tone or expression. With his tower of fur and muscle, and his vacant yellow eyes, he could just as easily be a flayer as a father. But he was what he was, and on this particular morning he meant no harm to anyone - except maybe rabbits. "My name is Gargoyle, Miss," he said simply. He didn't give rank or pack out to just anyone anymore, there was too much a story behind all that lately. But it was refreshing to encounter a rogue who he wasn't compelled to try to kill; he hoped she wouldn't be put off by his presence. Her directions as to the whereabouts of more good were quite helpful, and Gargoyle perked his ears towards where food might lie. How long had it been since he'd hunted rabbit, eh? Nothing but big game had been on the menu since he joined the pack. Any use of his energy had to go into feeding lots of mouths. It was a rare dare when he hunted for just himself. And yet, even thinking of that sent a ring of loneliness to his thoughts. He'd been a loner for a time, but now he was definitely a pack wolf. He liked the conversation and company of others. "My apologies for intruding on the serenity of your spring morning, but I wonder if you would mind if I joined you when my brunch is caught." Gargoyle could have an eloquence to his speech when he wished, though often when he actually needed it, it left him.
(ooc: xD you said 'Kaala' instead of 'Rina' at the end)