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OrangeCone B U L L E T Captain
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 Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 9:52 pm
A once familiar territory to the few survivors of the original pack, now a mere decaying shadow of its former self. Originally a post-apocalyptic world, it had begun to thrive once more only to wither again as the predators disappeared, leaving the prey animals to quickly devour all available resources.
The landscape is sparse and dark, nearly devoid of life and an echo of what it was. Scraggly dead trees rake the sky with their barren branches like black, sharpened fingers, the water murky and dark, the earth barren and cold.
But life is strong, and has a tendency to find its way no matter the obstacles. Will this land once more flourish or forever be condemned to its hellish landscape? Only time will tell....
{{Written by: Frostridge}}
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 1:36 pm
Grass crunched beneath the female's paws as she strode through the trees. Images formed behind her eyes of the fresh green blades waving in the bright sun. She rose her slim face to look skyward, a dark haze of ash covered the sky and hid the sun. "This land was abandoned?" The wolf shook her head not wanting to see what had happened to her puppy-hood home.
Once a small pup of bright red fur left this place looking for who she was. She left this land, not knowing what would come of it. Her journeys took her to dark places and turned her from the light.
Fully grown and changed she has found her way back. Darkness in her heart began taking over her and clouded her fur into streaks of black. She has come to find her family but they have all seemed to be gone as well.
The female walked through the old home land in search of something, someone, anything that would help her rebuild this land and call it home again.
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OrangeCone B U L L E T Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 10:04 am
She had been traveling for a long time.
Longer then she could count.
Endless days of padding over barren ground with nothing but the ruins of what was to confront her. This incessant search for a hopeless dream... A wanderer with no destination.
She snorted to herself without humor. Never thought she was a poet. More evidence of the tampering the Humans had put her through, perhaps.
This territory was nothing but jagged pointed rocks, like the teeth of some ancient beast jutting towards the sky. No life, not a breath of wind. Dead.
She felt her muscles trembling. Her last meal had been several moons ago and despite her training, she knew she was reaching her body's limit.
A great yawning chasm suddenly stretched before her, its bottom concealed in darkness. Too wide to jump.
She grumbled, turning to go when-
No. Impossible.
She inhaled again. Faint, a tiny whiff on a near non existent breeze. But a familiar smell she had almost forgotten.
Grass.
Impossible, but no the scent was there. Real, living grass. And where there was grass there was food. But most of all, there was hope.
She contained the sudden sensation, too used to the sting of dissapointment. But the smell was there and her nose had never guided her wrong.
She would take a chance on hope. Only...
The chasm seemed to stretch even wider and she was suddenly struck with the irony of the situation. What had that Human saying been? "The grass is always greener on the other side..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 10:33 am
She glanced around, getting a reference of her surroundings, thinking. Gazing to her left and right revealed the chasm stretched far both ways into the distance. And she was running out of time, as a strange cloudy mist on the edge of her vision warned. Her limbs felt weak. There was no way she could travel so much further on what might have been a fruitless journey. She continued her observations til something caught her eye.
Ah.
A large slab of rock, tipped precariously above in the jagged walls of rock around her... just a bit of a push...
She leapt gracefully, clambering up the rocks as nimbly as a goat before coming to her target. She took a deep breath, focusing, feeling the strange network the humans had built inside her body begin to activate, sending pulses of energy up through every nerve. The pain began to appear, taking a toll on her already exhausted body; she would not be able to maintain this state for long.
She drew her shoulder back and slammed, feeling the great mass of stone budge beneath her force. Not enough. She drew back and slammed again and felt herself gain another footfall. Her vision was straining red; she could feel every part of her screaming in protest. This was the only chance; there was no way she could gain the strength to attempt this again. Desperate she ran back, wound up and this time put every ounce of weight into her blow.
The stone rumbled, then slid careening down with a roar, crashing down into the chasm. Not a moment too soon as she quickly shut off her biotics, collapsing to the ground panting as she trembled in agony. Dangerous. That had been a reckless attempt in her current state. As she rested she crept to the edge to observe. Perfect. The massive rock had become wedged in the gap, forming a natural bridge.
After some time, she felt a tiny bit of energy return and she staggered to her feet, stumbling down the jagged hill with considerably less grace then with which she had ascended.
Finally at ground level, she tested the newly made bridge to find it sitting solidly, hoisting herself up and starting across.
The smell of green tickled her nose once more. Teasing her with hope.
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 12:44 pm
It seemed hours but was realistically a few minutes as the surroundings lost their jaggedness and the hills became gentler slopes with scattered rocks providing minor cover here and there.
She heard a faint scuttling far to her right and instantly shifted to stealth, following her nose.
A small scaled creature sunned itself on a rock, oblivious to her prescence. She tried to think of what it might be but felt her stomach growl.
Catiously she approached. It smelled musty and like the dust it probably skittered through, no sickly smell of an Altered. Logic warned her of the possibility of it being poisonous (she had learned that little bit from her Human handlers) but at least its coloring suggested its skin did not contain it and if she avoided eating the head where the glands were likely to be, there shouldnt be an issue. But above all it was food and she was hungry. Her muscles coiled like springs, waiting...and she pounced.
It saw her too late, though it moved like a green flash of lightning her jaws closed around its middle, stilling its movement with a single snap. She devoured it all (save the head) and grimaced at the unappealing taste. Barely a mouthful, but she could feel the food working into her system giving her strength.
Despite her meager meal, she felt a bit better and the white mist on the edge of her vision retreated some. She turned back to her goal on hand, the fresh smell growing stronger, driving her forward.
Finally she had begun to crest the final hill. Behind it would be the sanctuary she had been looking for, or the despair of an all too familiar landscape. She reached the top and-
Felt her heart sink.
The trees were blackened and dead, the ground sparse. There was no life here. Despite her strong will, she suddenly felt more tired then she had in a long time.
She had been sitting in resignation for so long she hadnt realized she had fallen asleep till a cold wind ruffled her fur. Blinking blearily she was greeted with a starry sky but it was not this that had woken her but an overpowering smell.
Grass, but much stronger then before, as if it was freshly cut and stuffed into her nostrils. She stood and looked around in frustration but all she could see was the scraggly forest of dead trees. But the smell was there. Perhaps she had come to a conclusion too quickly.
She followed her nose into the black woods.
The earth beneath her paws felt...different here. It did not have the same oily, disgusting feeling of Corrupted ground. She came across a small running rivulet of water which she gratefully bent to drink at. The water was not so foul as she swished it past her fangs, though still murky and dark.
Perhaps there was still a chance.
She went deeper into the woods and held her breath in silent awe for a moment.
Grass.
Real, living growing grass. Just a small patch, but alive, unmarred.
A dry voice in her mind noted just how pathetic her obsession with the small vegatation was, but she didnt care. She had trod what felt a thousand miles of sickly, oily ground and desolate ruins, and hideous creatures which held no breath, of a world of dark grey and black and death; here, standing slightly withered but triumphant was the first patch of green she had seen since...
She traveled deeper and the patches became more frequent, leading to even more startling discoveries. Saplings, ferns, all manner of vegetation, even a tiny yellow flower so frail but pushing up from the barren ground. Few in number yet struggling to grow. But her biggest discovery made the hint of a smile tug at her.
A small pile of fresh dung. She closed her eyes and took a whiff, reading the signals with her instinct, then organizing it with the human logic she had been gifted (cursed?) with. A small animal, a herbivore. Something she had not encountered before, but no "wrongness" about its scent, nothing to hint that it had been Altered. Food.
Yes, there was life here. And hope, and a chance for something better.
But for now, she turned her thoughts to her empty stomach and how she might fill it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 6:43 pm
Streak padded over the scarred patches of land now deprived of life. Near the edge of a deep canyon he searched for any kind of food that would satisfy his growing famine. His paw pads ached with each step on the irritating surface. His long tail dragged behind him as another dose of depression set in. The once luscious green forest that was once his home now was a dry barren wasteland. He stopped and lowered his body laying sideways, his belly out and rapidly panting under the hot sun. He hadn't had a drink of water in days and food has become even more scarce. Streak slowly drifted to sleep allowing exhaustion to overcome him.
Kuro traversed across a wide open plain. A memory halted the large wolf in his tracks as he came across the fossil of two old paw prints. They were that of he and his brother. He recalled his first hunt after reuniting with his brother. This was in fact that very same field that at a time bared tall grass as far as the eye could see, and the prey was bountiful. Now only a few burnt patches of soil remained of the beautiful valley. A gentle sigh slipped past his maw before he angled his head to the heavens hoping his brother was having better luck then he currently was.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 10:53 pm
It was a "Long-Ear" she decided, smelling the small footprint. She did not know the human name for them.
Frostridge was definitely not used to hunting; food had been provided by her handlers. All she knew was how to fight, and sneak, and do "human-ey" things that had no bearing now...
Still between her skill set and her unnatural intelligence, she had scraped by. She would not be discouraged.
The smell was fresh, and her stomach rumbled far too loudly. The dark water she had lapped had sharpened her hunger and her limbs trembled to the point of giving in. Even the unnatural components of her body had begun to sputter...
She closed her eyes and focused everything she had into her nose, desperately trying to seperate the smell of prey from barren ground and dead bark and growing grass that seemed even now to overwhelm her-
There!
It hadnt seen her, too busy with its nibblings. Long ears lazed against its back and its twitchy nose was buried in fresh sprung grass. Careless.
And the careless ended up dead.
She checked the wind to feel it blowing against her face, then began to concentrate; felt the air shiver around her as the biotics flare gently, pulling the light around her, felt her body cool. She was a ghost.
Silent as death she crept up, undetectable. And lunged.
oOo
She scraped the last bit of flesh from her prey, leaving nothing but bare bones. Not a full stomach, but enough.
She was suddenly more keenly aware of her exhaustion. Her military training had let her shut off most of the annoying reminders her body kept screeching in her brain, but now even her very fur seemed to ache.
Curling up, she turned her head to her left shoulder and touched her nose to her Chain-Fang, feeling the cool steel hilt with something akin to affection. Her last momento of-
Faint, oh so faint but there. She felt her blood freeze as she stiffened.
It was a wolf's scent. Far from here, but in the direction she had come.
From peaceful to tense in a nanosecond, her thoughts awhirl as she swallowed down her panic with effort. Had she been tailed?
In her current state, even with her skills she doubted she could handle an opponent, at least not without taking serious injury. She was in a blind territory both metaphorically and literally speaking and she bitterly cursed that while she was a wolf, she was yet not one...
What should she do?
The scent had faded but left her uneasy. She could not ignore this potential threat, this enemy. She did not know if she was up against a Altered, a normal, or even a changed one such as herself. But to leave its position unchecked was folly.
Wearily, she pulled herself to her feet, letting her nose lead her, battling to keep her near-its-limits- body on edge.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 12:05 am
The smell was much stronger now, the clean scent of grass more sparse as she retraced her steps. Along with all her recent troubles, her shoulder had begun to ache reminding her of her rash decision.
A wolf for certain, a male.
She padded up over the hill, wistfully taking a moment to glance back at this healing sanctuary she had stumbled upon before setting herself to the task. Like a gun cocking to ready, she could feel the same cool, emotionless edge sink into her mind; how she might use the terrain to her advantage, weighing the possible strengths of her opponents. This was something she was used to. This was what she knew. She glowered at the sun and its intense heat making her feel faint, but shoved it aside, focusing on her logistics.
He was much further down from where she had made her abrupt bridge and hadn't moved apparently, if the strength of his scent was any clue. She took the higher (albeit slower) path across the top of the jagged gully that lined the canyon.
The smell had steadily been increasing to the point of overwhelming, yet there was no indication he had changed position. Why? There was no scent of blood on the air, yet injury was still a possiblity...and a factor in her favor.
A streak of dusty white on black suddenly caught her eye.
He was not as large as she envisioned, but still heavier then her by far, with a similarly slender build. She suddenly felt the cold logical portion of her mind evaporate and she was suddenly afraid.
This was not the same as when it had been her and her team-
She had thought he was dead as he laid seemingly motionless on his side but saw his ear twitch which further increased her unease. Killing him would be safest (perhaps even merciful), to be sure there would be no threat to her. She reached around to grab the familiar hilt between her teeth but paused. He was terribly emaciated, his ribs peeking through. Even from this distance, she could see how his pads had been torn on the jagged cracked ground...
A memory flashed into her mind, a different yet similar scenario; A woman with kind brown eyes peeking from a bright orange suit edged with fluffy fur as the snowy wind swirled around, gently tossing her some strange food that smelled more heavenly then anything she had had in her young puppy life, filling the gnawing ache in her belly-
She shook herself from the past's grasp, and once again began to reach but... she felt...
One of her kind, not the Humans, but one of her real blood-kind. And life was so scarce already... To not give it a chance would be...
She glanced down again. Then checked around, till her eye caught movement, a flash of green sunning on a rock and she felt the irony.
After a moment, she decided, and let the last sputters of her biotech shield her from eyes, creeping towards her prey...
oOo
The cliff edge overhung the sleeping black and white wolf, but she treaded with great care as she felt a few pebbles skitter beneath her paws. One mistep and she would plummet down the steep incline. She was further distracted by the dead reptile clenched between her teeth and the scolding voice buzzing in her head like a hornet. This waste of food on a potential enemy, this reckless, needless endangerment-
Finally, she was in position. It would be so easy to drop her dagger down...
She relinquished her gift and let it fall.
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OrangeCone B U L L E T Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 7:13 pm
Just keep going, we have to keep going, the worlds flowed through her head but they barely meant anything anymore. It felt as if the wolf had padded through dirt and dust for days sense she arrived here. The sky light told a different story though. It had only been a few hours, but the burning heat tired her. Fur turning a brighter shade of red was a sign that she often ignored. Light strengthened shadows, but could leave her distorted and unaware.
Bullet was far into depression by now. She had walked many paths through her puppy-hood home to find everything she knew lay in despair and ruin. No life breathed through the air. Muscles tired and belly slowly eating its self; the female couldn't go on much longer.
With a slow sigh of relief she eased her frame to the ground. The tree she choose shelter under was scraggly and ready to fall over. Had the wolf feed knocking the trees down and building a makeshift shade would be easy.
The though of being so weak angered her. Skeletal thin shadows crept to her. They had a ghastly effect as they pulled away from their sources. Teal eyes scooped the landscape and she pushed what little energy she had left out to the shadows. Movement increased as the ghastly things struggled to her. Famine made her control slip away, and with it the shadows. They all instantly popped back to their natural places as if they never moved.
Hunger pains mixed with depression helped her raise fang to sky and howl out her agony and frustration.
Only a few howl left her maw before the black mass of her head hit the ground. She was breathing hard trying to get her breath from the dry heat which left her mouth dry and parched. Once she caught her breath she fought to stand again. Her long nimble legs still weak and tired slowly moved under the wolf. The river isn't to far from here, I can make it, she told herself silently.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 7:34 pm
It wasn't long before the scent of prey washed into his nose. Streak tore his eyes open and lifted his head slightly with new strength regained from his nap. His blurred vision slowly refocused only to reveal that there was more than just the smell of prey near but in fact another wolf standing over him. He had not quite identified her as friend or foe. She could have easily extinguished his light while he slept but didn't, or hasn't gotten the chance to yet. He lay there continuing to survey his guest. A flick of the ear and sway of the tail would let his observer know he was aware of her presence. "So what brings you to these lands?" Streak spoke softly almost whispering. His heart pumped a bit harder needing his body to be ready for what she might have in store.
Kuro Sighed again and lifter his snout to the heavens to take in a whiff of air. He caught his brothers quickly but there was another. It was faint but there was no mistaking it. It was another wolf. It had a hint of human with it. Whatever it was, it was in the same direction as his brother. Kuro trotted towards them and slowly quickened his pace as his highly keened nose identified to him how close Streak was from the threat. Charging across the terrain as fast as he could he lessened the gap between his remaining sibling but still had a ways to go. "Hang on bro! I'm coming."
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 8:02 pm
She hadn't realized in her curiousity of a member of her own race she had been staring, but when he had suddenly stirred and opened his eyes, she had frozen in terror. His tail gave a faint twitch as if to indeed confirm she had been seen.
She had been compromised! Stupid! Only choice left was to kill-
He murmured something softly in a tongue she had once known, but did not understand. He had not moved to attack although she quickly observed how his muscles tensed at a ready.
Clinging to the firm anchor of her training against the overwhelming surge of panic, she drew her dagger from its sheath...
And quick as a blink, yanked her head hard, slamming the hilt between his eyes and knocking him out cold.
Trembling, she resheathed it. With luck, he would only count her white form as a dream and...she would not have to needlessly shed blood.
Suddenly her nose made a warning flash red in her brain. Yet another wolf, almost on top of them! Large, male, and something else, some other strange scent that this one carried as well.
Without thinking, she pulled up the light around her body with the last scraps of energy from her biotech. To the outside eye she looked nothing more then a mirage of wavery air, let her body cool so her scent all but dissappeared.
She took off with every last scrap of energy she had left as she sped away, back towards the dead woods hiding their precious new growth, cursing her fumbling act of mercy.
If she was to survive against this new competetion, she would have to remain a ghost. It was the only way.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 8:14 pm
She had strained herself too much. Her biotech had used up every last energy reserve, unable to keep up her invisibility any longer. Every nerve moaned within her, melding into a symphony of pain.
Leaning against a tree for support as her legs gave out from her, the excitement of the day taking its toll. How could it be that she had gone from seeing hardly any other wolves her entire life to nearly getting involved with two?!
Three, her nose added not so helpfully.
A third one? A third one?!
Female. Something smelt strange about this one, even more so then the other two.
At this rate, she would be discovered. She needed to get away from here before they-
Before they what?
Who knew? She knew nothing of wolf customs, and it was not like she could communicate with them. All her life, she had used the silver device wrapped around her throat to make herself understood to the humans and it had in turn silenced her ability to speak with her own kind. It hadnt been a problem in her previous life, but now...
Where would she go? After heading so far north from where the outbreak had been so bad, over the hundreds of miles she had trekked, this single area had been the most promising she had found. No. She could not abandon it yet, at least not until she had grown in strength to travel once more.
So. That left her one option, one of her skill sets that still held some value to her survival. She would become a ghost, a spectre. They would not know of her prescence for as long as she could till she could escape. She had the skills, the technology. Now she could only hope she had the luck.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 9:10 pm
Streak's head returned to the ground with an unpleasant thud. The blow knocked him out cold. His recently cleared vision had become fogged again and soon crept into a unconscious darkness. The strike was so quick he didn't even have time to flinch. He'd lay there for a time before he'd have recovered.
Kuro soon arrived to find his brother alone and not moving. He looked around and sniffing but couldn't find a trace of the females scent anywhere. She'd completely vanished. He picked up the scent off another that seemed vary familiar to him but he didn't pay much attention.The only think on his mind was to protect his family. Kuro could see that he was still breathing so he was assured that Streak would be fine. He needed to rest and recover his strength as well. He laid next to his brother and kept watch over him until he came to.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 9:46 pm
The scent of water slowly began to fill her dry nose. Filling her with hope. Filling her with the idea of life. Where there's water, there's life! It wasn't her words but they screamed through her head like a crashing spin cloud in the forest. Walking became trotting. Trotting became a fast gait, then to a full out run. Her longer black fur moved in the wind to cover her red to look like a shadow. Happiness was taking over as she got closer and closer to the river.
A cold spot made her stop in her tracks. Somethings not right. She began sniffing the air and could tell another wolf was around. She fought hard to hold her tail still and straight back, but the joy of finding another was too great. Tail moving in a slow wave, she continued to smell everything around her as she backtracked.
Cold. She got so cold all of a sudden that a shiver went clear across her body. She sat down and tilted her head at the cold place. There didn't seem to be anything there, but there was something there at the same time. Bullet gave her body a shake as she stood up and walked into the thin trees not far from the spot. She had walked backwards so the cold place never left her sight.
Once she felt at a safe distance she sniffed again then huffed at the clueless breeze. She had forgotten about her starving stomach for the moment and focused her new found energy. "Is there some-creature here?" Her voice raspy from the dry air but still sounded kind and caring. Eyes locked on the spot she noticed a strange mist like form.
Speaking low and more so to the air than the other breather the wolf said "I've called on you many times and I need your strength now, forms of shadow and shade crawl up and lead me to this life." As she spoke her teal eyes began to glow a little and her fur stood at end all over her body. She knew the shadows would at least point her in the direction of the breather.
There was only a faint scent but even being right next to the cold nothing Bullet knew was in it. It was strange. The shadows began to bend to the cold spot but did not leave their source. A couple shadows tried to cover the spot but only held a form for a short blink then fell through the mist to the ground. The wolf shook her head, not sure what to think of it. Maybe she just imagined it from being too delusional.
After a moment more she spoke again in the cold direction, "Whatever you are, I don't mean you any harm." She had half rolled to show her belly, a wolfs way of saying ~I mean no harm~
With that being said she stood up and turned away from the spot. Over her shoulder "Hey, If you are alive, I'm a friend. I'll be at the river." After saying it she flinched, but kept moving. Just because she was willing to be friends, didn't mean the other thing did.
Long legs moved her quickly to the water and she happily lapped it up. Her ears tweaked to listen in all direction. Maybe she would find food around her as well.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 11:48 pm
She had managed to do the very thing she had tried to so desperately to avoid and walked directly into the she-wolfs path. Although it had not entirely been her fault as the wind blew against her face and the wolf in questions scent seemed to shift from here to there.
She stood still as a statue, determined to be nothing but a spectre as the red female somehow detected her and padded in her direction, eyes narrowed in confusion and suspicion.
Frost remained stock still. Moving with the cloak active was not an option as she was focusing every last reserve of her energy into it. She still had the element of suprise on her side though, and she slowly carefully edged her mouth over her daggers hilt, one eye on the slowly approaching female. Suddenly she spoke in a soft voice in that tongue she did not know and the very shadows suddenly seemed to pull away from the trees.
It took every ounce of her discipline not to sink her blade into this strange creatures fate, but the light wrapped around her form did not betray her and the shadows that tentaively felt for her did not find her.
Still not entirely satisified but unalarmed, the red female murmured something in a gentle voice and Frost felt the grip she had on her weapon slacken. It held the same warmth of her mothers tone, a fuzzy, distant memory... but the occurence with the shadows had not been forgotten and she remained wary. How was it possible? Had she been an operative from her old organization too? Was she an Altered (though there was no trademark mutated appearance and sickly scent.) or something else entirely?
Red-Fur suddenly rolled on her belly and despite not knowing in the forefront of her mind what this signified, instinctually she knew it to be an act of submission.
I am not a threat.
Puzzled, she watched as she got up and padded away toward the river which oozed with murky water. She too seemed in the grip of famine if the ribs poking out was any indication.
Frost silently backed off, watching, waiting. But no, the female in question did not move and Frost's bionetics finally sputtered out and she took off like a streak of lightning, heading as far away as she could from the smells of her own kind but still within the radius of the new growth. A ghost, a spectre, a white shape whisking through the trees.
Finally when she had put some distance between herself and her blood-race she allowed herself to relax. She found herself in a small gully hidden by dead trees, a small rivulet of water cascading down across the rocks in a small waterfall to a pool below.
Perfect. She padded across the water to the opposite bank behind the flow of water, sheltered by the shallow, cave like formation and finally allowed herself to rest, though her mind did not.
While her stealth technology had made her near impossible for humans to detect, with her own kind it was another story. They actually paid attention to the cold spots, and still could detect some tiny whiff of her scent, it seemed. Fortunately it seemed they did not know exactly what she was and she had that as an advantage. But she had had two narrow escapes and she doubted very much she would have a third.
No. Their incomprehension of her survival was crucial. As long as she remained nothing more then a faint cold breeze that shouldnt have been there to them, she would be fine.
After checking the air several times and satisified she had put enough distance between herself and any other thing she could smell, she allowed herself to drift into a deep sleep.
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