Post by Amenoire on Jun 15, 2005 11:54:26 GMT -5
His peltage swayed as the muscles beneath strained and relaxed repeatedly, carrying him higher up the mountain. The icy bite of the stone wore away the pads of his mitts, his paws screaming for him to stop and to rest his weary limbs. It could not be for the creature was coming and she would not give into exhaustion as her prey would. No she would easily spot him if he slowed for his own sake.
Snow was beginning to whip at Amenoire's fuzzy ears and their ebon forms were becoming flecked with the ice crystals as the howling gales began to roar over the cliffs and boulders with such ferocity that visablity was extremely limited. Soon he could carry no further. Leaping onto the powered stones and glancing over the sharp drop to the valley below, his pure white mittens failed to hold his weight any longer. He crumbled into a heap before seeing two bright banana yellow lanterns in the tempest. They were high above him and slitted into menacing warnings as they drew closer.
"You kill my mate... you kill my only cub... What more do the lot of you want?" came a voice so filled with malice and wrath that the whistling of the wind no longer snagged Amenoire's audios.
"I want nothing of you," the wolf spat, curling back a lip to allow the fiend to easily see the fangs that nestled in his jaw. The creature then pounced into his view, revealing an extremely thin cougar. The black band that circled her white mug twitched as she hissed and lifted a front paw. He saw her claws unsheath themselves as she lunged. He, being quite small, easily moved aside, but the feline brought her mitt around, catching hold of the flesh on his flank before he disappeared into the storm.
"Coward! You will kill with your cadre, but you are nothing without someone to aid you in battle! Come back again, Ame, and I will kill you. I have no mercy for younglings as I once had!"
He forgot his exhaustion as he descened, leaping and sprinting down the mountain's face. His lime glossed cyan orbs madly darted over the trees that he would soon plunge into, cearching for the best place to enter. He smacked the ground as it turned level, crawling under a fallen tree as he continued to wildly run. Where was the pack? Had they moved on without him? "Curse you for not being there!" he shouting in the winds as he thought of the cadre, his blood pack that had promised to protect him until he was old enough to leave. So there he was. A wolf barely out of puphood stranded in the first blizzard of the year with a manic cougar out for his blood.
Snow was beginning to whip at Amenoire's fuzzy ears and their ebon forms were becoming flecked with the ice crystals as the howling gales began to roar over the cliffs and boulders with such ferocity that visablity was extremely limited. Soon he could carry no further. Leaping onto the powered stones and glancing over the sharp drop to the valley below, his pure white mittens failed to hold his weight any longer. He crumbled into a heap before seeing two bright banana yellow lanterns in the tempest. They were high above him and slitted into menacing warnings as they drew closer.
"You kill my mate... you kill my only cub... What more do the lot of you want?" came a voice so filled with malice and wrath that the whistling of the wind no longer snagged Amenoire's audios.
"I want nothing of you," the wolf spat, curling back a lip to allow the fiend to easily see the fangs that nestled in his jaw. The creature then pounced into his view, revealing an extremely thin cougar. The black band that circled her white mug twitched as she hissed and lifted a front paw. He saw her claws unsheath themselves as she lunged. He, being quite small, easily moved aside, but the feline brought her mitt around, catching hold of the flesh on his flank before he disappeared into the storm.
"Coward! You will kill with your cadre, but you are nothing without someone to aid you in battle! Come back again, Ame, and I will kill you. I have no mercy for younglings as I once had!"
He forgot his exhaustion as he descened, leaping and sprinting down the mountain's face. His lime glossed cyan orbs madly darted over the trees that he would soon plunge into, cearching for the best place to enter. He smacked the ground as it turned level, crawling under a fallen tree as he continued to wildly run. Where was the pack? Had they moved on without him? "Curse you for not being there!" he shouting in the winds as he thought of the cadre, his blood pack that had promised to protect him until he was old enough to leave. So there he was. A wolf barely out of puphood stranded in the first blizzard of the year with a manic cougar out for his blood.
Poor cub... =(