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The storm-born still had not returned to the home that she had been birthed in. She did not believe that she ever would. The sight of the hulking shadow had stirred something within her. She had found a thirst for the life that the stranger had led – to dwell wherever she wished and to hunt the food that roamed those lands. She could not imagine herself being able to go back to the pack of dragons. Though she was a child of Gyda and Gavriel, she hoped that they would allow for her to taste such freedom without scorning her for her decisions. Still, she supposed that she would never find out… and as she thought of departing the pack of Sleeping Dragon for good, she felt a strange twinge of nostalgia that gripped her with icy hands. As much as it pained her, she would need to return to say goodbye to her family – to tell them that she was leaving.
The thick trees crowded her and made her feel suffocated within them. Thyri peered for an opening, but could not seem to find one that would lead to any vast stretch of land. There were few spots where her body was not pressed on by surrounding foliage and brush. The physical representation of how she had felt within the ranks of her home pack was astounding to her, and all at once the child longed to be free of the grouse too. With hastened steps, the storm-chaser began to wind her way through the trees to seek the plateau that rested on the other side. With any luck, she would make it within moments.
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The storm-born still had not returned to the home that she had been birthed in. She did not believe that she ever would. The sight of the hulking shadow had stirred something within her. She had found a thirst for the life that the stranger had led – to dwell wherever she wished and to hunt the food that roamed those lands. She could not imagine herself being able to go back to the pack of dragons. Though she was a child of Gyda and Gavriel, she hoped that they would allow for her to taste such freedom without scorning her for her decisions. Still, she supposed that she would never find out… and as she thought of departing the pack of Sleeping Dragon for good, she felt a strange twinge of nostalgia that gripped her with icy hands. As much as it pained her, she would need to return to say goodbye to her family – to tell them that she was leaving.
The thick trees crowded her and made her feel suffocated within them. Thyri peered for an opening, but could not seem to find one that would lead to any vast stretch of land. There were few spots where her body was not pressed on by surrounding foliage and brush. The physical representation of how she had felt within the ranks of her home pack was astounding to her, and all at once the child longed to be free of the grouse too. With hastened steps, the storm-chaser began to wind her way through the trees to seek the plateau that rested on the other side. With any luck, she would make it within moments.
and she speaks in a voice that sets men trembling,
with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of
those who would challenge her rule
with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of
those who would challenge her rule
December 12, 2016, 03:16 PM
Weather—12/12/16 · 18°F (feels like 12) and cloudy
Silaluk moved over the snowy Plateau with ease alongside those who followed her now. With her, in a line, came her followers as they forged forward and toward the place Thyri desired to leave. Silaluk had picked up on the broken trail of the herd and it was this they followed in the day that was warmer than most. Silaluk was eager for the colder days that would come; she was a beast built for Winter, and worked beast in the cool temperatures with her thick furs.
There was no rush in her movements. She was confident and her dominant, stiff-legged stride displayed as much as she moved onward. Like Thyri, she hoped to be out of this Thicket swiftly enough, though she had only just come to enter it. The girl she had met was not yet in her line of sight, though her ears picked up on movement ahead. Silaluk signaled to her subordinates in a simple, subtle gesture to be alert--from this distance, it was difficult to distinguish wolf-step from step of a mother bear preparing to bed for the duration of Winter. They fanned out, forming something of a pyramid behind her.
There was no rush in her movements. She was confident and her dominant, stiff-legged stride displayed as much as she moved onward. Like Thyri, she hoped to be out of this Thicket swiftly enough, though she had only just come to enter it. The girl she had met was not yet in her line of sight, though her ears picked up on movement ahead. Silaluk signaled to her subordinates in a simple, subtle gesture to be alert--from this distance, it was difficult to distinguish wolf-step from step of a mother bear preparing to bed for the duration of Winter. They fanned out, forming something of a pyramid behind her.
December 12, 2016, 04:37 PM
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The storm raged on inside of her and she found herself picking up speed with a great proficiency after a few moments. The trees were tightly packed and the ground was stiff from the chill of winter, but as she moved forward, she began to find a rhythm within the trees and with the beating of her paws against the earth. Before long, she was able to move forward on swift and lengthy limbs, her head held low toward the ground and drawing in the scents of the grouse thicket around her.
As her pace became more swift, the girl caught sight of a rabbit loping in front of her. Saliva wet her mouth and she drew her tongue across her dark lips. The prey animal was unaware of the dragon who prowled behind it. She was not foolish, and so Thyri took advantage of the beast in a few short jets of her legs and a snap of her jowls. The crunch of its neck in her fangs was satisfying in ways she could not quite explain, but once she had captured it, she stood in the wood and listened to the sound of footfall. Her pale eyes scanned the trees for signs of the approaching figure.
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The storm raged on inside of her and she found herself picking up speed with a great proficiency after a few moments. The trees were tightly packed and the ground was stiff from the chill of winter, but as she moved forward, she began to find a rhythm within the trees and with the beating of her paws against the earth. Before long, she was able to move forward on swift and lengthy limbs, her head held low toward the ground and drawing in the scents of the grouse thicket around her.
As her pace became more swift, the girl caught sight of a rabbit loping in front of her. Saliva wet her mouth and she drew her tongue across her dark lips. The prey animal was unaware of the dragon who prowled behind it. She was not foolish, and so Thyri took advantage of the beast in a few short jets of her legs and a snap of her jowls. The crunch of its neck in her fangs was satisfying in ways she could not quite explain, but once she had captured it, she stood in the wood and listened to the sound of footfall. Her pale eyes scanned the trees for signs of the approaching figure.
and she speaks in a voice that sets men trembling,
with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of
those who would challenge her rule
with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of
those who would challenge her rule
December 12, 2016, 04:55 PM
Silaluk and her company did not stop, continuing to move through the thick woodwork. There was the sound of rushed footfalls, and Silaluk's ears swiveled atop her head before her proud crown swung toward the source of the sound. In moments time, there emerged the familiar features of the runaway girl. Silaluk regarded her with a brief chuff of familiarity; she, herself, held no grudge toward the girl. Silaluk had done what she was necessary, and the girl had responded in kind—Silaluk carried no bad blood toward those who responded in ways that were natural to them, nor their spirit, so long as it did not make them foolish. And the girl before her had survived another day, captured a meal of her own. Though it would not satisfy Silaluk, it would surely help fill the others stomach. She sensed Anuniaq in her periphery, and turned her eyes to see him licking his chops. Silaluk let out a quick rumble: none of that, and he turned his head innocently in the other direction. They, together, could eat larger meals than the other herself had earned alone. Were they starving, Silaluk would not have cared what he had done... but this was not so. They were well-fed, and the twinkle in their eye was more for the Great Hunt that lie ahead, the one that made their blood collectively quicken and their lungs burn. Silaluk held her ground for a moment more, impressed with the girls catch at her perceived age and idly thinking on it. Her wolves, in the meantime, congregated together, moving nearer to one another and to her now that they knew Thyri was no mother bear.
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