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rocky training montage - Mictec - December 11, 2024
The cold wind on her face no longer felt foriegn, rather it became a sensation she had come to enjoy. With each step she took along the snow covered meadow she could feel the steady pulse of her beating heart. It had been long since Mictec felt this alive, not dancing the fine line of starvation, her injury almost completely healed that she made herself run. Running in no clear direction, just for the thrill of feeling alive in her own body after months of abuse. Building back up her endurance to be the huntress she had always been without having to fear the impacts it may have on the pack. Now she was in control, the way she was destined to be, but she was now building a place in her vision, a place that would welcome others like her.
The twitch of her nose caught the faint scent as her marigold eyes widened. The hunt was on. She was quick to turn on her heels, making a beeline to her next victim. Winter was here, a storm would be approaching so there was no time to waste.
Her pace slowed as she steadied her breath the more pungent the scent became. Body close to the ground, ears flickered about as she tried to locate the prey.
RE: rocky training montage - Ātoztli - December 12, 2024
not since the ritual on acatenango had she seen snow; it stung her paws and clung to her pelt.
she sat huddled around herself as the tithes do. cold seeped into her bones so they felt shardglass and weak; were it not for the pulse of blood moving in her wrists she would appear dead.
the long lope of a predator sounded past. atoztli remained still, dark gaze reaching into the gloom for the nameless figure that stole past.
RE: rocky training montage - Mictec - December 12, 2024
In those early days of her arrival she would have salivated at the scent of prey, how ashamed she had felt of herself to be in such a state. But her new outlook changed shame to pride. She saw the small brown crown poke out of the ground, it's back to her. She allowed herself a small smile, the wind was in her favor as she took each step softly. The gopher flicked it's head about, nose twitching but stupidly did not look behind.
Muscles tensed as she paused, letting instinct propel her forward. At the last second her jaw opened wide, and in a swift motion the crisp snap of the neck came satisfaction.
Mictec straightened herself out, a quick shake to remove the snowflakes that graced her underbelly like stars on a moonlit night. Liberation had become her until the scent of another wafted with the breeze. She froze, this scent was all to familiar.