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 Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 7:10 pm
It was another night when he would feel the calling of one nearby dying. In his older years he was rather used to such things and knew a lot better how to handle them. He plodded on through the jungle to where it met the swamp's edge, wings half folded back, resting. It wasnt uncommon to feel the call in the middle of the night, and he decided not to wake his son Charon to join him this time.
Requiem's ears flicked a bit as he yawned, a little tired, but nothing he couldnt handle. He once viewed such callings as a curse, even a burden, but now he felt more as if it were a duty. The tugging feeling would lead him to the place of the dying, and he could feel he would be there soon.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 2:38 pm
Things had grown dull in the afternoon, and now night was here. Her favorite time of day. Her pelt tail dragged upon the ground as she slowly moved through some trees. She stopped to stretch, extending her cat-like claws out for a bit, giving a yawn before moving on her way. She hadn't been able to toy with anyone in a very long time. She had mostly kept to the mountains, but she had grown bored of them. Today she wanted a little fun. She needed to hunt stuff. She hadn't changed into her cat form in a while, and she was beginning to get restless.
With that, a scent filled her nostrils. A sweet scent... A scent of life. A twisted grin crossed her muzzle at that. She loved taking that sweet smell and destroying it. Something about happiness just made her want to have fun with it..... make it bleed, then perhaps snack on it if it didn't get away. She wanted to find her little mouse.. She started towards the scent, slowly, not to be noticed. She didn't want to end the fun before it began, no no... That wouldn't do.
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