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Reynard - Feyre - March 27, 2017
Anyone welcome! Its just a thread for her to work on her mercenary trade!
Feyre paced near the border of the Glade. A musky, earthy scent washed over this patch of land. I know that scent but... Her muzzle lifted to take in the balmy breeze, her nose searching for the sly beast. There. A scowl threaded its way across her maw as she sank to the compact soil. The flicker of a red tail nearly twenty feet away greeted her not unkindly.
The fox was not looking at Feyre, but at its own 'prey'. The two had different intents, but similar methods. Feyre stiffled a low growl threatening to break free. This is going to be interesting.
RE: Reynard - Feyre - March 30, 2017
Feyre crouched low to the compact soil, her radiant eyes trained on the furry creature. If it had been outside of the territory, she would have let it be, but she would not stand for it to be on this land.
Her fluffy tail weaved through the tall grass, trailing her lithe ivory form as she prowled through the brush. She tilted her muzzle slightly, to check and see if she remained downwind.
She was.
A sly grin stretched across her maw as she hovered near where the shielding grasses swayed in the warm breeze. She was going to have to leap in order to pounce on the fox, otherwise it would have to much time to get away. She wanted it to learn its lesson first, that the Glade was no longer free game.
RE: Reynard - Feyre - March 31, 2017
The femme slid silently from the grasses, crouched so low to the ground that her maw brushed the earth. Her ears flicked back upon her skull in a protective manner, preparing for the undoubted fight ahead. The thought of killing the fox and preying on it disgusted her, for her pallet prefered hare and deer to this creature. She set it in her mind to mildly injure the fox, or at least scatter it as a warning.
The fox shifted its weight.
Feyre leapted into the air, slamming down directly behind the fox with a snap of her jagged canines. The fox sqealed out a short, yee-hi, before turning to confront the wolfess on its heels. Feyre nimbely slid backwards as the fox swept out a sharply embellished paw, letting a snarl rip from her trachea. Within seconds she had slammed the fox onto its back, her canines hovering over its throat in a threatening manner.
"Leave." Her words rummbled with promise as her maw dripped saliva.
The fae stood up, releasing the terrified creature, and nipped at the tip of its fiery tail as it fled away from the Glade. A bark of pride was release from the wolfess, she had won.