Post by north on Nov 28, 2006 15:46:11 GMT -5
ooc; Sorry that it's so long... ^^;
bic; The only thing that could be seen against the black, moonless sky that night were the fangs of a wild canine ripping into a smaller creature's neck, blood spilling all over her smokey grey pelt. There was a high-pitched screech of pain emitting from the raccoon's throat as it choked and gurgled on it's own life-fluids, his claws flying aimlessly to strike at his attacker; but by the time he even came close to a hair of the she-wolf, his eyes had clouded over and rolled back into his head, with blood seeping out of his mouth. The wolf didn't show any expression of happiness; no smirk of victory, no hungry grin as she punctured the scarred skin of the rodent with her teeth. This was all routine for her. Find it, kill it, rob it, deliver it. Whatever the "it" was didn't matter; if she saw it and was capable of taking it down - which is often the case - then she did so. T'was her duty to do so, and the lack of logic, reason and morality of it all was of no concern to her.
The smoke-colored, sheenless pelt of the she-wolf was invisible against the night sky as she carried the raccoon tightly in her jaws, drool and foam seeping from her jowls. Silver optics stayed fixed in the direction of their destination, as if they had no will of their own. They were clouded over with supressed memories and lack of free will or sanity. Large, powerful paws stepped lightly on the ground as the canine's pointed claws made tiny marks in the dirt, saving her trail, every step she took, every place she went. Naturally she would have it otherwise, but unless her master told her to cover her trail, she would do no such thing to change it.
No, her master was not a human, as you may think; but another of her species. He was a brute in every sense of the meaning; insanely large muscles; powerful paws capable of taking an adolescant bear down in a single blow; overly-large crimson-stained fangs; and the most intimidating, icy-cold glare you could imagine. The wolf's pelt was as black as the color could possibly be, making the brute truly invisible against the midnight sky, save for his ice-blue eyes that almost glowed in the darkness.
How she got to be a slave to him was a memory shoved into the deepest layers of the she-wolf's subconcious, and all she knew now was her slave name, North; and that she served his every demand, never questioning his reason.
North padded into the humid cave, the cold chilling her to the bone but not getting a single reaction out of her. Silver optics locked with blue as the she-wolf dropped the dead, blood-covered rodent at her master's feet, then proceeding to bow her head respectfully.
"Does this offering please you, master?" Her tone was monotonous, and her question sounded more like a statement.
The brute sniffed at the raccoon that lie at his feet. "You could have done much better, North. But seeing as the others have brought more than usual today, you will be let off with a mere warning." His eyes were cold and brooding as he spoke to her, his tail twitching occasionally.
"Thank you, master. I will do better tomorrow, I promise you."
His eyes turned to slits as he nodded. With a single flick of his tail, North dipped her head in parting and left.
bic; The only thing that could be seen against the black, moonless sky that night were the fangs of a wild canine ripping into a smaller creature's neck, blood spilling all over her smokey grey pelt. There was a high-pitched screech of pain emitting from the raccoon's throat as it choked and gurgled on it's own life-fluids, his claws flying aimlessly to strike at his attacker; but by the time he even came close to a hair of the she-wolf, his eyes had clouded over and rolled back into his head, with blood seeping out of his mouth. The wolf didn't show any expression of happiness; no smirk of victory, no hungry grin as she punctured the scarred skin of the rodent with her teeth. This was all routine for her. Find it, kill it, rob it, deliver it. Whatever the "it" was didn't matter; if she saw it and was capable of taking it down - which is often the case - then she did so. T'was her duty to do so, and the lack of logic, reason and morality of it all was of no concern to her.
The smoke-colored, sheenless pelt of the she-wolf was invisible against the night sky as she carried the raccoon tightly in her jaws, drool and foam seeping from her jowls. Silver optics stayed fixed in the direction of their destination, as if they had no will of their own. They were clouded over with supressed memories and lack of free will or sanity. Large, powerful paws stepped lightly on the ground as the canine's pointed claws made tiny marks in the dirt, saving her trail, every step she took, every place she went. Naturally she would have it otherwise, but unless her master told her to cover her trail, she would do no such thing to change it.
No, her master was not a human, as you may think; but another of her species. He was a brute in every sense of the meaning; insanely large muscles; powerful paws capable of taking an adolescant bear down in a single blow; overly-large crimson-stained fangs; and the most intimidating, icy-cold glare you could imagine. The wolf's pelt was as black as the color could possibly be, making the brute truly invisible against the midnight sky, save for his ice-blue eyes that almost glowed in the darkness.
How she got to be a slave to him was a memory shoved into the deepest layers of the she-wolf's subconcious, and all she knew now was her slave name, North; and that she served his every demand, never questioning his reason.
North padded into the humid cave, the cold chilling her to the bone but not getting a single reaction out of her. Silver optics locked with blue as the she-wolf dropped the dead, blood-covered rodent at her master's feet, then proceeding to bow her head respectfully.
"Does this offering please you, master?" Her tone was monotonous, and her question sounded more like a statement.
The brute sniffed at the raccoon that lie at his feet. "You could have done much better, North. But seeing as the others have brought more than usual today, you will be let off with a mere warning." His eyes were cold and brooding as he spoke to her, his tail twitching occasionally.
"Thank you, master. I will do better tomorrow, I promise you."
His eyes turned to slits as he nodded. With a single flick of his tail, North dipped her head in parting and left.
