Something had been there afterall.
Elysia's blood froze in her veins when she heard the cries, and her head whipped in the direction of the sound, ears laid flat against her skull. She fought down the rise of her hackles and swallowed, straining once more to pick up any further sounds once everything quieted. But there was nothing. All was still, save the pounding of the muscle in her chest, which clenched painfully. She ached at those cries, related to them in some distant, phantom way. But she shook it off, shed her own demons for that moment and considered her options. An ambush? A lure, perhaps. Not a clever tactic, exactly, but one she was not unfamiliar with. Using a dying animal or even a wounded, or pseudo-wounded, packmate to lure out any intruders, preying on compassion. Or it could have been a fight between packs, between wolves, between even animals considering the odd nature of the screams. Yet there had only been one scream. One voice.
Elysia thought for a moment, eyes searching. When she had convinced herself that she was reading too much into it, she took a few tentative steps fowards. When nothing launched out of the bushes at her she picked up her pace, pushing through the snow and the ache in her paws and the blood roaring in her ears. She didn't know what she'd find at the end of the line but the dying part of her that remained compassionate, soft, didn't rightly care. So she carried on.
And then she halted, this time she let the fur on the back of her neck lift. There, some distance before her, was a large pale wolf. Male, if her nose did not decieve her. She blinked, squinted. He was far enough away, and white enough, that she couldn't make out all of his details through the abundance of surrounding snow, but she could be certain he was not bleeding. Any red staining his coat would have been obvious, even from this distance. She blinked the flakes from her lashes and considered her options. A wise wolf would turn away, head back into the forest and not look back. But, she was not a wise wolf and she had very little to lose.
"Are you hurt?" She inquired, raising her voice somewhat so he'd be more likely to hear her even from across the gap.
Elysia's blood froze in her veins when she heard the cries, and her head whipped in the direction of the sound, ears laid flat against her skull. She fought down the rise of her hackles and swallowed, straining once more to pick up any further sounds once everything quieted. But there was nothing. All was still, save the pounding of the muscle in her chest, which clenched painfully. She ached at those cries, related to them in some distant, phantom way. But she shook it off, shed her own demons for that moment and considered her options. An ambush? A lure, perhaps. Not a clever tactic, exactly, but one she was not unfamiliar with. Using a dying animal or even a wounded, or pseudo-wounded, packmate to lure out any intruders, preying on compassion. Or it could have been a fight between packs, between wolves, between even animals considering the odd nature of the screams. Yet there had only been one scream. One voice.
Elysia thought for a moment, eyes searching. When she had convinced herself that she was reading too much into it, she took a few tentative steps fowards. When nothing launched out of the bushes at her she picked up her pace, pushing through the snow and the ache in her paws and the blood roaring in her ears. She didn't know what she'd find at the end of the line but the dying part of her that remained compassionate, soft, didn't rightly care. So she carried on.
And then she halted, this time she let the fur on the back of her neck lift. There, some distance before her, was a large pale wolf. Male, if her nose did not decieve her. She blinked, squinted. He was far enough away, and white enough, that she couldn't make out all of his details through the abundance of surrounding snow, but she could be certain he was not bleeding. Any red staining his coat would have been obvious, even from this distance. She blinked the flakes from her lashes and considered her options. A wise wolf would turn away, head back into the forest and not look back. But, she was not a wise wolf and she had very little to lose.
"Are you hurt?" She inquired, raising her voice somewhat so he'd be more likely to hear her even from across the gap.
noo! idm! i really enjoy rps where i get some character studies in <3
also sorry for the delay and crappy response - i caught some sort of ugly flu ):
also sorry for the delay and crappy response - i caught some sort of ugly flu ):
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; tamer animals - by Elysia - March 01, 2019, 03:13 PM
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