Post by Darkness on Sept 19, 2007 10:52:32 GMT -5
[Scorpia]
Soft pads hit the ground of the terra known as Wolf Eye River. Slender obsidian stilts took long, swift strides as they carried the young wolfess forth. The legs, just like the rest of her, were oddly skinny, and if you looked up, you would see an obviously young femme, coat lightly splattered in the mud drawn up from the ground as she ran, ribs poked out from her sides. She looked painfully underfed, and her magenta orbs were filled with a clear pain. Not just pain from her horrid appearance, but for what had happened not so long ago, it seemed. The loss of her mate, Pain. Her fur was grey, like that of most wolves, with black legs. It was an odd appearance, but it matched Scorpia well.
Her tongue lolled out as she ran, and her bony form moved steadily towards the river. Though Scorpia was seemingly near the point of death, she neared the river at a slower pace, and lowered her cranium down, and poked her mug into the water. She felt as if she was being watched by the ghosts of wolven who had died her years ago. It was a scary feeling, but Scorpia wasn't so sure she wasn't a ghost herself.
"Well, that didn't work."
Scorpia's voice, despite her rugged appearance, was sweet and extremely singsong. She was, before the accident, a beautiful she-wolf. But now, Scorp knew that it was extremely unlikely for her to find a mate. And besides, she didn't want one. Scorpia wanted to find Pain, and that was all she wanted. Scorpia's grey ears twitched as the sound of a small rabbit, its feet thumping steadily across the ground.
She readied herself for the hunt, bunching up her body like that of a cat, and pouncing in the same fashion as well. Just as Scorpia's obsidian paws would have crushed the rabbit to the ground, they seemingly slipped through and Scorpia landed on the ground, the rabbit running off.
"Damn!"
Soft pads hit the ground of the terra known as Wolf Eye River. Slender obsidian stilts took long, swift strides as they carried the young wolfess forth. The legs, just like the rest of her, were oddly skinny, and if you looked up, you would see an obviously young femme, coat lightly splattered in the mud drawn up from the ground as she ran, ribs poked out from her sides. She looked painfully underfed, and her magenta orbs were filled with a clear pain. Not just pain from her horrid appearance, but for what had happened not so long ago, it seemed. The loss of her mate, Pain. Her fur was grey, like that of most wolves, with black legs. It was an odd appearance, but it matched Scorpia well.
Her tongue lolled out as she ran, and her bony form moved steadily towards the river. Though Scorpia was seemingly near the point of death, she neared the river at a slower pace, and lowered her cranium down, and poked her mug into the water. She felt as if she was being watched by the ghosts of wolven who had died her years ago. It was a scary feeling, but Scorpia wasn't so sure she wasn't a ghost herself.
"Well, that didn't work."
Scorpia's voice, despite her rugged appearance, was sweet and extremely singsong. She was, before the accident, a beautiful she-wolf. But now, Scorp knew that it was extremely unlikely for her to find a mate. And besides, she didn't want one. Scorpia wanted to find Pain, and that was all she wanted. Scorpia's grey ears twitched as the sound of a small rabbit, its feet thumping steadily across the ground.
She readied herself for the hunt, bunching up her body like that of a cat, and pouncing in the same fashion as well. Just as Scorpia's obsidian paws would have crushed the rabbit to the ground, they seemingly slipped through and Scorpia landed on the ground, the rabbit running off.
"Damn!"
