Post by Darkness on Feb 18, 2007 9:10:28 GMT -5
Two siblings trotted along next to each other following a newly marked path. It wasn’t one one could see with their orbs but one forged by scent. It seems new packs were forming and these two were eager to show their worthiness. The two were too young to form their own pack and being siblings never thought of it. The pair was two, having been forced out early from their pack., but well taught to survive. Watching the two you could easily pick out the dominant one of them. The fae, Aife, held a hue of dark gray and orbs of sunny yellow. She walked slightly in front of her brother, protecting him. She always had and always will. Her signature look always seemed to be one ear forward and one ear back. Constantly looking out for danger…..and some fun. The male, Weylin, was black intermixed with gray, his eyes a clear amber. He was small for a male, but still being young most thought he would grow into his size. He often kept to himself, never speaking first. He only really talks to Aife, they had pleaded to be friends for life. To make up for his short comes in size and personality though was Weylin skill in hunting. As Aife glanced back at a large crow circling above, Weylin darted off in a blur after a pair of hares. With a single bite he killed the first with a snap of its neck the second one he barely caught by the end of it’s bushy tail. Weylin held the living hare between his mew waiting for his sister to catch up and finish of the kill.
[glow=red,2,300]Together till the end? or not?[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]Together till the end? or not?[/glow]