Post by WaterSinger on Aug 18, 2009 8:22:45 GMT -5
.The small pup cowered as her mother neared her. Her heart thumped in her chest as mismatched eyes looked up at the one wolf who should have protected her. A screaming yelp burst from her as that large muzzle, a pure gleaming white, the same which covered her mothers whole body, clamped with a punishing force on her scruff.
That selfsame muzzle then whipped around, the pup flicking back and forth, screaming with pain until the small body was let go, and she hit the ground feet away with a thud that knocked the breath from her. "Stupid runt! I should have killed you when you were born!" The voice that spoke the harsh words was soft, and in those glittering, cold blue eyes a spark of something akin to both madness and psychotic rage lurked. This look was one visited on her by both her mother and father.
That male, her father, the one she took after in appearance more, appeared now, nearly double the size of his mate, his eyes the more typical wolfish yellow. Her made as though to curl himself around his only daughter, before seizing her head in his muzzle, and snarling, looking to any onlooking as though he was eating his only female pup alive. She, in instinctive reaction, snarled herself, and growled, though the growls and snarling faded into a merely petrified on going whimper.
The fae yelped, and scrambled onto all four, dragging herself out of the nightmare. Her slim chest heaving, the varg, obviously female, as was shown in her dainty size and extremely light weight. She was odd looking, her golden and blue eyes like pools of sunlight and bright blue skies. Her eyes slanted upwards, lending the fine boned face a sense of the exotic.
Her face and body were the epitome of moonlight meeting shadows. Her pitch black right foreleg stood trembling next to its silvery white sister, both the black and silver leading up to slim, lean but muscled shoulders. The black cascaded like a waterfall of ink down from her ears and cheeks, across her back to her tail, her left hindleg and the muscled hip, also the same ebon color as the foreleg. The underneath of her stomach, joined the left foreleg, to melt in a clearly defined line with the black. Her face was awash with what seemed to be the silver glow from the moon, her throat and right hindleg also meshing into the same silver white color. The only mar to that wash of pale color was a black teardrop upon her throat, as black as the rest of her body.
The fae tipped her head back, and howled, the melodious sound echoing across the water, the sound seeming to hover above herand pinpoint her location, unbearable sadness clinging to the sound. She was lonely, she needed someone to just befriend her and show her she was a varg worth knowing.
That selfsame muzzle then whipped around, the pup flicking back and forth, screaming with pain until the small body was let go, and she hit the ground feet away with a thud that knocked the breath from her. "Stupid runt! I should have killed you when you were born!" The voice that spoke the harsh words was soft, and in those glittering, cold blue eyes a spark of something akin to both madness and psychotic rage lurked. This look was one visited on her by both her mother and father.
That male, her father, the one she took after in appearance more, appeared now, nearly double the size of his mate, his eyes the more typical wolfish yellow. Her made as though to curl himself around his only daughter, before seizing her head in his muzzle, and snarling, looking to any onlooking as though he was eating his only female pup alive. She, in instinctive reaction, snarled herself, and growled, though the growls and snarling faded into a merely petrified on going whimper.
The fae yelped, and scrambled onto all four, dragging herself out of the nightmare. Her slim chest heaving, the varg, obviously female, as was shown in her dainty size and extremely light weight. She was odd looking, her golden and blue eyes like pools of sunlight and bright blue skies. Her eyes slanted upwards, lending the fine boned face a sense of the exotic.
Her face and body were the epitome of moonlight meeting shadows. Her pitch black right foreleg stood trembling next to its silvery white sister, both the black and silver leading up to slim, lean but muscled shoulders. The black cascaded like a waterfall of ink down from her ears and cheeks, across her back to her tail, her left hindleg and the muscled hip, also the same ebon color as the foreleg. The underneath of her stomach, joined the left foreleg, to melt in a clearly defined line with the black. Her face was awash with what seemed to be the silver glow from the moon, her throat and right hindleg also meshing into the same silver white color. The only mar to that wash of pale color was a black teardrop upon her throat, as black as the rest of her body.
The fae tipped her head back, and howled, the melodious sound echoing across the water, the sound seeming to hover above herand pinpoint her location, unbearable sadness clinging to the sound. She was lonely, she needed someone to just befriend her and show her she was a varg worth knowing.
