The Dawn has No Patience

@Jagger (Raven's gonna be near between BlackFeather, because thats her destination, but runs into you along the way. This is your practice thread, so no need to worry over crappy posts. Just practice. :3)


Raven awoke to a start. Usually, it was Syver that woke her up, his rough nudge that told her it was time to resume their travels farther away from Stavanger, the place where they were ordered to leave, unless they wanted death. Yet, the unexpected happened, and Syver went with her on her short made exile, exiling himself, as well.

The white warrior had taught her many lessons in her limited time she spent with him, and she remained grateful, to this day. But a simple sniff around the bedded down leaf fauna told her all she needed to know. Syver wasn't comming back. He had been gone too long. And with a silent prayer to Azarartha, the dark girl hoped her Jarl had not gotten killed, for he was the only strong one she knew.
And honestly, she hoped he would return to her side one day, and tell her she was foolish for believing that he had forsaken her.

Raven cast her silver hued frozen gaze around her. The apparent situation was that she needed to find a place to stay. And the only person that had given her that shred of hope was the sister-resembling hellion, Meldresi. A flutter of relief coursed through her at the remembrance of the ebon, and with a single glance over her shoulder to her mentor's previous resting place, Raven faced the front, and began making her slow yet determined trek to the dark and unfriendly looking patch of woods she recalled the xephic eyed female had spoken of.

Halfway to the shadow enveloped woods, Raven took her a rest. Her legs did not require rest, yet her stomach did. With keener eyes than before she had ran with the Scandinavian, Raven honed in on the burrow of a rabbit family. The musky scent of newly hibernating rabbits arose to meet her nares, and with no hesitation did the girl begin to dig her way onto their home. A mother, a father, nestled together. Raven took both paws, scooped out the sleeping duo, and slammed them swiftly on the cold earth, killing them peacefully.

Gracefully, she lowered her jaws to the warm bodies, and dragged them back to her decided camp for the few minutes she chose to rest. The midnight colored hellion took the time to tear a piece from one of the rabbits, and bury the offering in the winter dirt. A sign of gratitude to her goddess Azarartha, who had given her the insight and clear mind to obtain her prey. Not too long after the smell of the warm blood touched her sense of smell, Raven set upon the rabbit, hungrily devouring everything that composed the poor mammal, within minutes.