First Snow Fall
Raven had slept far back in the den. She was cold and used the stone wall for warmth. She woke to the smell of snow. It was fresh new snow, something she had been waiting for.
Stretching from her sleep she got up and walked to the opening of the den. *Sniff, Sniff* 'New snow, animals will be going to ground now. Harded to hunt,' she thought to herself.
Walking out into the snowy sunlight she watched as it fell lightly on the little foliage there was and as it blanketed the fire scortched land. Making paw prints in the white stuff, Raven begna her own investigation of the territory. After all being coped up would drive her mental. And a bored wolf, was a dangerous one.
Blood flowed, almost elegantly, like the rivers of Babylon, and in an instant gone with a sweep of the golden brute's skillful tongue. Deacon licked his maw clean, only a few smudges of that beautiful crimson shade dotting his creamy muzzle as evidince of the fine hare he'd caught not long ago. The critters of the forest were all putting on their winter furs, making a successful hunt a rare sight to behold. Deacon growled, he did somewhat dislike the winter season.
Running the same tongue along lean limbs the brute licked his paws clean, and stood to test the air with superior nostrils. Auds pitched back then swerved forth, and Deacon was pleased to see there were do disturbances or abnormalities. Well after this little snack, the Hellian found it hard to just sit and rot away, with that fear constantly at the back of his mind, the amber hued monster took off across the snowflow.
Raven decided to leave the den. After all food would be scarce and she had eaten so little for far too long. Best to eat something now while it was a little easy to catch food. Sniffing the air she caught the smell of death Alpha male and a small hare.
Sighing heavily she went out, and though she was able to take the hare down and consum it quickly, she feared running into the alpha. He set her on edge. Bothered her for some reason she couldn't name. Unfortunately luck was not on her side and she ended up spotting him. Scenting the air , she hoped that he wouldn't see her. She stayed near the dead and live brush, rocks and small snow mounds walking silently.
There had to be nothing better then racing through the wilderness, feeling his heart strain on edge and pushing powerful limbs farther ahead, faster, faster. The golden brute couldn't even dream of being tethered to one spot for the rest of his life; even this pack, as attached as he was becoming, could not bind him forever. The Hellian was an uncontrolable spirit that bounded across the countryside, burning a path of chaos and leaving destruction in his wake. So says the demon that grows so fondly in the pits of those deep, dark oculars.
Even with the velocity that the brute traveled, the faint scent of bittersweet blood rushed into sensitive nostrils and spread like plague though his veins. Sharp eyes narrowed farther as his pace slowed with considerable grace, especially for such a large animal. Deacon proved to be quite agile. Auds pitched forth, keen sense giving a full sweep of his surroundings. A fresh kill. Nares flared as he sniffed once more and caught hint of another scent. Not exactly wolven yet...Brows quirked in an uncharacteristic fashion. He remembered this scent.
"Raven....I believe it was..." It was more of a statement rather then a question, but either way a sly smile could be detected in the brute's thick baritone vocals. His soft tongue curled at the ends of his jowls, and his broad solarplex expanded reletively little despite the pace he had been going at. Deacon was so much more then a mere wolf, at least...That's what he lead on as.
Re: First Snow Fall
In her mind she growled at her self for not being better at staying away from the beast, and one she surpressed for him. She didn't exactly trust him, but she had to on some level, he was her alpha.
"Yes, Deacon(?)" it was a slight question, she rarely used names here.
"Most sorry if I interupted you, I was just getting food. I haven't eaten much since I came here and winter is coming." She didn't have a humble servant tone, but there was a mix of flatness and respect. She didn't care oneway or another now, how he felt about her. And he was too eocentric to get what she might have meant on another level. He reminded her of a pup in someways. So self involved, he couldn'tsee the other things in the snow.
Mental sigh, "It seems you have found food as well, you smell of death and blood." why try and be poliet when he was as blunt as a log?
A cheeky grin cripped the brute's creamy muzzle, his nose twitching to the scent of steely blood. "Indeed, the snows will cause hunting problems." He answered cooly, deep vocals rocking and heavy--ready to knock collected snow from smothered branches.
"Why so tense?...Raven?" Same baritone, same teasing chime. Although he sounded playful, the brute's dark indigo oculars were solid in question. Rarely did the brute use real names to address those around him, it made him feel a sick sense of familiarity that didn't cope well with the cynical Hellian. But these terms were special, since the fae was keen on keeping things neutral, coldly so, but neutal nonetheless. He would have no qualms with giving using her real name.
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She sniffed the air again. "I think it will be a harsh winter. Few game and what will be out will be sickly or old. Less meat. Not a good sign."
She was quiet, not trusting him completely. "I'm not sure how much I can trust you Deacon. You don't strike me as the pack type. It makes me think you will leave this place in chaos the moment it suites you."
"I may come off as cold, but I find when one is prone to leaving a pack at a moments notice, I'd rather stay formal. Getting attached to the Alpha only makes it harder to go on when they leave you." She spoke from experience. She looked him in the eyes, for just a moment, then to the world around try-ing to make a point.
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