Shadowwyn Moor Outrun the Past

[ooc - private to Avery Cruor, who will be joining later.]

"Where the fuck are you, Avery?" Violante snarled aloud, pacing angrily back and forth, her tail lashing. They'd both agreed to this - split up for scouting, leave her horrid fucking family behind, and meet up here at dusk. Well, dusk had come and gone; the night bled, purples, deep blues, and inky blacks, with only the moon and the stars for company. Violante was quite alone. "If you aren't here by midnight, I'm going on ahead," she hissed softly. Normally, she felt strong, capable, with Avery. But now? In this foreign land, without him by her side, she felt...

'Don't you think that, Violante!' It was her own conscious snarling in her head. 'You are not that, nor have you ever been.'

The woman sighed, then clenched her jaw. No. She couldn't afford to panic. She took a slow, steady breath, then ceased her pacing. Her heart was still beating rapidly, but it was starting to slow. A sudden snap made her jerk around, and she bared all of her teeth in a snarl, only to find - a hare.

She stared at it. It stared back. Then, it bolted, and Violante raced after it. Her jaws opened wide, and she'd snatched up the hare, giving it a rough shake. Bones splintered, and it was dead.

"At least I have dinner." Violante growled to herself, tone dripping with sarcasm.