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Post by dingdong on Jan 2, 2012 2:28:36 GMT -5
It was quiet outside, from the world Azure was used to, it was odd to be so quiet. She would have expected to at least hear the sound of insects chirping. There was nothing though but the very sound of her breathing. It's ragged breath drawing in oxygen. Without it every little thing on this planet would die. Azure of course could not help but worry that the world would someday lose oxygen. Then again she did nothing in her life but worry or was frightened of something. She had a kind heart though and that was what mattered in life.
At least that was what Azure liked to think, she was a bit naive. She could never harm anyone but her prey despite the fact she did indeed have a powerful weapon. She had poison fangs and probably capable of severely injuring someone. She didn't know she hasn't used them since she was a pup. Even then it had almost killed her younger brother. Because of her poison fangs her family were terrified of her. Well they stayed clear of her mouth and seemed prepared to pounce on her every second of the day. They didn't care how many times she told them that she was incapable of hurting someone.
Well she did at least have two good traits about her. She was a beauty but was often taken advantage of. She had white fur with strange leopard spots over her body that were a light blue color. Her belly was starting to expand, soon she would be nuturing pups. The father would have nothing to do with them. She was being forced to take care of them on her own. She ventured past the great wall after she felt that it was safe. It smelled of horses here, it made her stomach growl. She was incapable of hunting, she was much better off in a pack. Her swelling stomach slowed her down. She was so hungry though, she never been this hungry before.
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Post by silvishky on Jan 2, 2012 17:40:21 GMT -5
This day, though still in the wee hours of dawn, was already a great one for this particular band of horses. Three of the band's mares had foaled this morning. One of the mares had yielded a hearty little colt, another a pretty filly. The third had added a set of twin fillies to the band's youngsters. The other two band mares had entered the foal heat last night. Today they would be bred so as to get an early start for next year's foal crop. Right now the ten-member herd was at the stream which zig-zagged through the valley. While the band stallion watched over them, the lead mare and her fellow females grazed. The young foals either nursed or curled into horsey piles at their dam's hooves. Not a one of the shaggy chestnuts or blacks seemed to notice the predator watching them from a short distance away.
Though Chief could take down a horse, foal or adult, by himself, it wouldn't be easy. He wished that Squaw was here. The older she-wolf had been a master when it came to finding the weakest animal in a group and cutting it out so as to herd it away from safety. The snow-colored male turned and was about to trot back to their den near the Cooling Pond before he caught himself. She's dead, remember? his brain hissed at him. Chief winced as if he had been stung. Yes, he remembered now... The love of his life had died about this time last year.
Sighing, he turned back to the horses. They still didn't seem to have caught sight of him. Chief dropped and rolled vigorously in the dewy spring grass, carefully not to grunt or growl. He got to his paws when he was sure that his scent was masked by the grass. Then he lowered himself into a hunting crouch, slowly prowling closer to the herd.
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Post by silvishky on Jan 25, 2012 19:18:30 GMT -5
bump?
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Post by silvishky on Feb 25, 2012 0:21:05 GMT -5
Le sigh... I'm taking Chief out of this thread. If you still want to plot with him, pm me.
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