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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 2:45 pm
Peace and quiet. Quiet and peace. Those two things he had found in abundance as of late and it was begining to make him... Antsy. Yes, antsy and a bit testy. He wasn't used to this. He hadn't been trained for this. No, it was far too... Well, far too everything that he wasn't. Surely there had to be some sort of excitement; a reason why he had been sent here to 'guard' Lady. They hadn't just been trying to get rid of him, had they?
No, of course not. He snorted softly as he gave his head a light toss before glaring at his reflection. Perfection. He had always searched for perfection in himself. They couldn't have wanted to get rid of him... Not when he was such an asset. Tomorrow he would find that easily distracted little flutter and send her back 'home' with a note. Yes, that would work... If he could only get her to remember it properly. That would be a task.
No matter. That was tomorrow's work and this? Well, this was tonight. He would make the best of it and go from there. He was determined to make this a good night.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 4:19 pm
She wasn't supposed to follow him when he hunted. She found the destruction of another being in order to survive distasteful still, to say the least. He knew this, and often slunk off at night to feed himself, hunting in silence and solitude.
Even so, T'Cora worried for Mystre. He was an anomaly, a lone wolf hunting without a voice. This meant he could not call for help, or announce his return. Oh, they could speak mind to mind with each other, but that faded the more distance was between them. So she secretly always tried to be close enough to hear his thoughts, though she kept her own shielded, and tried hard not to 'hear' him too well either. When he was hunting, his thoughts turned almost foreign to her... full of blood and hunger and power. That was not the wolf she knew at all.
She had not let this deter her, however, on this night or any other. She trotted along lightly in the moonlight, the shadows of the trees rippling over her swirling colors, visually mimicking a tossing sea. The wind was beginning to pick up, and it whipped her mane past her, pulling her forward. A particularly clear thought from the hunting wolf, something about bear and avoiding it, she realized she'd come far too close, and slowed her pace, seeking a shadowed bit of ground to pause in.
Ducking a few blowing branches, she wove her way through some narrow trunks that provided her no shelter whatsoever. Ears pricked and nostrils flaring, she sought for the right place, and hoped to avoid the wrong company. All she needed now was a mother cougar spitting hate at her.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 10:36 am
His head tilted, ears whirling towards the sound of... Something. For one who prided himself on everything, hearing included, he was certainly having a horrible time trying to differentiate one sound from the next. It didn't sound threatening. He snorted softly, shaking his head. Even if it was he could certainly protect himself. He had no doubts there.
A soft breeze rustled by carrying with it a scent. Ah, something to help him determine what it was wandering through his neck of the woods. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. The scent swirled through his nostrils bringing a slight smile to his lips. Definately not a threat of any sort... Just a mare. Perhaps a damsel in distress seeking comfort of some sort for the night? Perfect. Absolutely perfect...
He moved slowly, pausing from time to time so that he could make certain that their paths crossed. The moon was full and, even if it hadn't been, the stars themselves were beaming brightly enough to provide a good amount of light. His pale coat would stand out like a sore thumb... Or a magnificent sight. He would far prefer the latter to the former, of course. Perfection.
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