A Little R & R [E.S.]

[chara]

Blood, such an inviting scent to the female. Black and red tipped ears swiveled atop her head and blood red eyes burned brightly with excitement. Her white and black muzzle dripped with blood as she pulled at the carcass of a young deer. The meat was tender and oh so delicious. She lifted a red paw and placed it on the deer carcass while she looked around. There was noise in the distance, very faint but it definitely sounded familiar. Most likely the sound of other wolves in the area. Her long fur bristled as she stood over her meal, red eyes searching the surrounding forest. She lifted her blood covered nose and scented the air repeatedly, trying to catch the scents of the other wolves. They were obviously not very close by, most likely the sound of a pack not far off. But she was on unclaimed lands and therefore she was safe.

Once she had checked that everything was safe, she dipped her muzzle back down and tore off another chunk from the carcass. She took her time savoring the taste of the freshly killed deer. Once she had eaten her fill, Serafina lifted her muzzle and licked the blood from her lips. If she was a cat she would most likely be purring right now as she cleaned the blood off her lips and teeth. Her muscles completely relaxed as she stepped away from the carcass, stretching out her body. She was full and satisfied, ready to relax now. A long yawn escaped her jaws as she looked around the lands boredly. Her rear plopped down onto the ground, too tired and full to travel anywhere right now. Serafina let her front legs slide out from under her body and she rolled onto her side. The sun shining through the trees and warming her pelt. It was making her feel rather sleepy actually. Her eyes began to slowly close as she relaxed, laying her head down on the soft earth. Ah peace she thought to herself as she lay, sunbathing. Her tail tapped lightly against the ground, showing that she wasn't asleep.

[seeker]

I WANT TO DIE IN A SEASIDE HOTEL - - - *
{ lanes of memory paved by sweet frozen moments
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Summer, early morning.

[/i] The forest was already alive with the bustle as critters large and small scurried to start their day and high in their nests a pair of sparrows filled the area with their light, harmonizing tune. To the lera it meant nothing but to another perhaps it held much more, a promise of better times to come to this once barren land. Above him the sun shone round, full and intensely hot, making his shoulders itch and sizzle where the rich, warm rays throbbed down on him. He hated this heat and silently prayed for when winter would once again grip the land, turning it into a paradise of white, of snow, of ice, a world where he reveled. The moss hung like moss over the lowlands of the vale where the wolf now roamed, carelessly picking his way through the bracken that had now been bleached under the sun. He found that after some time the forest once more grew quiet where only his own steady heartbeat kept him company. Odd, he thought but didn’t pay it too much thought since he was, after all, stalking the forest like some shining beacon death and valor, only E.S. was not looking to hunt this morning.

E.S. had never explored this area of the dead zone before but then again he preferred the deep forests, the mountains, to what land he found now was becoming less dense and more open with sloping fields and marshes. The soil under his paws felt moist, damp, and as he kept walking he couldn’t help but dig his toes, flexing, into the earth, dirtying the lower portions of his long legs. His androgynous appearance often gave the misinterpretation that he always wanted to remain clean and tidy, but he was male, after all, and enjoyed nothing more than a good romp in the mud. Such petulant gestures were lost on him today, however, as his pale, brooding eyes were cast first from the way he had come to the path before him. It was worn, likely some old game trail, but with his wit as frazzled as it had been over the past few days he had barely noticed the small prints he had been stepping over until his eyes pulled to the trail itself. Someone, something, had been on this path recently and by the small, dainty size of the prints they were female. Quirking a brow, he paused for a moment, tail flicking behind him as a gnat bit at his flank, muscle rippling beneath its grating assault, and his nose quivered as he scented the wind.

For a moment he would have mistaken the faint metallic sweetness in the air as remnants from his hunt the previous night but, no, this spilled blood was fresh and so was the musky trail of the wolf that had done the crimson letting. Staccato wit stirred as he stood there, paused, for a moment while letting the stillness of the forest evade his senses, ears lazily swiveling and nostrils quivering. Transfixed or so he seemed by the heavy silence before he tilted his head to the side, expressionless and features slack as if he had fallen into some sort of trance. His glowing pelage seemed different as well, pulsing brighter with enough strength to shimmer around him where it usually would have been hidden under the light of day. And then as quickly as it had come upon him, E.S. shook free the bars that had bound him and continued his descent into the forest after this new scent, this new vixen to play temptress to him. Perhaps she would bear the brunt of what emotion nagged him this morning or maybe he would contain himself.

He found her sprawled beside her kill or rather what was left of the small hind and for once his stomach did not quiver in angst, in hunger, having been filled only the night before. Pale eyes shimmered from dark alcove at the base of an old evergreen her had found, creeping closer through the bracken, underbelly brushing the cool ground where heat seeped free of his body. Good kill, chica. Must have been quite a challenge!" His sarcasm had been layered with intermittent laughter that bubbled in his chest and glistened with mischief and temptation in his eyes, turning them bright, luminescent. Still, he spoke from forest around her, not daring at first to leave the sanctum of the trees, the grass, the vegetation, that kept him hidden, concealed his dirty little secret, his defective, glowing pelt. Her expression, his paws itched to watch her expression at his words and it ate away at him until he stood, leaving the shadowed safety and making her presence. "Name's E.S. if you want to know or if don't. Either way I could care less. What brings you here besides this little mess you've made?" E.S. pursued the vixen with his infamous aloof twang, sitting back on his haunches while he awaited her reply, ears swiveling intently and eyes focused solely on her prone figure.[/blockquote][/size]

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▐ WORDS. 8 4 6
▐ TAGGED. Kissa
▐ STATUS. Complete
▐ NOTES. Sorry it sucks! Will get better!
▐ TUNES. This Close - Flyleaf

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