Alighting Upon The Tender Soul
12-17-2013, 04:01 AM
12-17-2013, 08:21 AM
A dead forest with smoke still in the air, the perfect place to train one's sense of smell. Or at least that is the way Isabella saw it as she moved though the forested as silent as a shadow and swift as a fox. Each step was confident and well taken to keep her paws out of the more muddied snow and to stop from slipping on any ice. Her icy blue eyes looked dead ahead taking in all that came before her. In a place like this where the sense of smell was dulled vision and hearing helped more than ever. Her ears swiveled this way and that atop her proudly held head trying to catchy any sound. The sound that came to them was one of animal drinking.
"Humph,I didn't think there would be much water here, let alone any preythings. Perhaps they have gotten lost, pity for them but a meal for me." Isabella instantly fell into a hunter's crouch and moved forward slowly. Down on the ground she looked smaller, more fox like in action and coloration. Each move was now even more careful as to not make much noise. Her weight was spread out evenly and she let her paws fall into dents already made in the snow. Whatever was ahead of her must have came in the opposite direction of her for the tracks she used to silence her own steps were going the other direction.
Getting closer to the sound of water her eyes looked for anything and found colors that almost made her smile. The color of a fawn, though a somewhat red fawn. The size seemed large for a fawn and it was an odd time of year for one to be around but the colors matched, there was even spots. Changing her path she backed off before circumnavigating around the lake to position herself behind the fawn. Eagerly she moved forward growing excited with each passing moment. She was ready to pounce, ready to kill and feast. Soon she could see the fawn again from behind, far enough away just to be a shape of color. Moving in she picked up speed, readied for the pounce. With a grin she jumped forward only to see her mistake once she was already in the air. Tossing her head aside she manged to change her direction enough to land beside the wolf who looked like a fawn. Once she landed she jumped backwards to get a comfortable distance away from the wolf in case it reacted violently to her sudden attack, as she knew she would.
Now that she was closer she looked the fawn colored wolf over, a male, not very large perhaps by another's view but larger to her. "Oh my, forgive my foolishness sir. With the smell of smoke all around I was going by sight and sound and from a distance, and in my foolish eagerness, have mistaken you for a fawn." Isabella was nothing but embarrassed but hid it well as she spoke with the calm, empty voice of a diplomat. Though her eyes were not as cold as her voice, they showed a bit of the flustered emotions underneath if one were to look close enough.
"Humph,I didn't think there would be much water here, let alone any preythings. Perhaps they have gotten lost, pity for them but a meal for me." Isabella instantly fell into a hunter's crouch and moved forward slowly. Down on the ground she looked smaller, more fox like in action and coloration. Each move was now even more careful as to not make much noise. Her weight was spread out evenly and she let her paws fall into dents already made in the snow. Whatever was ahead of her must have came in the opposite direction of her for the tracks she used to silence her own steps were going the other direction.
Getting closer to the sound of water her eyes looked for anything and found colors that almost made her smile. The color of a fawn, though a somewhat red fawn. The size seemed large for a fawn and it was an odd time of year for one to be around but the colors matched, there was even spots. Changing her path she backed off before circumnavigating around the lake to position herself behind the fawn. Eagerly she moved forward growing excited with each passing moment. She was ready to pounce, ready to kill and feast. Soon she could see the fawn again from behind, far enough away just to be a shape of color. Moving in she picked up speed, readied for the pounce. With a grin she jumped forward only to see her mistake once she was already in the air. Tossing her head aside she manged to change her direction enough to land beside the wolf who looked like a fawn. Once she landed she jumped backwards to get a comfortable distance away from the wolf in case it reacted violently to her sudden attack, as she knew she would.
Now that she was closer she looked the fawn colored wolf over, a male, not very large perhaps by another's view but larger to her. "Oh my, forgive my foolishness sir. With the smell of smoke all around I was going by sight and sound and from a distance, and in my foolish eagerness, have mistaken you for a fawn." Isabella was nothing but embarrassed but hid it well as she spoke with the calm, empty voice of a diplomat. Though her eyes were not as cold as her voice, they showed a bit of the flustered emotions underneath if one were to look close enough.
12-18-2013, 04:54 AM