Post by blondie on Aug 24, 2010 19:13:00 GMT -5
Pandora
Black mist slowly engulfed the object as it laid plainly on the cold, snowy ground. Rain poured down over her ebony hide. Salty tears brimmed in her eyes and slowly poured out to roll down her face. She had been here for hours, pointlessly crying her eyes out. Reasons from her past.
She shook her crania and jumped to her feet. She was quite large for her gender. Her body was almost overly muscled. Years of training had made her look like this. Years of fending for herself had turned herself into this monster. She growled fiercly, getting angered at her self.
She finally bolted off deeper into the woods. The eerie black mist followed her and she ran harder, trying to escape it. But it wouldn't work, because it was like a curse. She hissed and slid to a stop and let her cry. It was very cold, mourning. Slowly dropping her head, the large she-wolf sat and waitied patienly, hoping maybe somebody would come...
After standing there pointlessly for almost an hour, her hope dissappeared along with the daylight. Pandora grinned wickedly as this was her favorite time of night. She could hear the heavy heart beat of an elk and she licked her chops, ready to ambush it.
Crouching down, the thick ebony mass crawled silently over the ground. When the mist threatened to swallow the figure, the object let it. Her body was now hidden in a thick blanket of camoflauge. She smirked, showing her deadly canines. With a hushed growl, the vixen jumped to her leg and lurched for the bull.
She managed to grab ahold of his leg and she gladly began to bite down onto it. Her jaws were like those of a steel trap, and quickly, she had managed to fracture the poor beast's pillar. He crashed slowly to the ground, letting out long cries of agony. The vixen cackled and swept in for the kill, quickly cutting off the cries.
Slowly, she backed away, and looked at her trophy. He was a small one, perhaps a lanky yearling bull. She shook her body and stepped back to the body where she dipped her maw down and began tearing into the flesh. After eating until her stomach reached maximum capicity, she backed away and sat down on thick haunches. Throwing her head back she howled. Yet this one wasn't sad, it was more of a victory call. Once finished, she lowered her cranium backed down and layed down. Stretchigng her muscled figure out, she crossed her paws and watched the carcass, ready to battle anybody who dare try to steal her prized possesion...
Black mist slowly engulfed the object as it laid plainly on the cold, snowy ground. Rain poured down over her ebony hide. Salty tears brimmed in her eyes and slowly poured out to roll down her face. She had been here for hours, pointlessly crying her eyes out. Reasons from her past.
She shook her crania and jumped to her feet. She was quite large for her gender. Her body was almost overly muscled. Years of training had made her look like this. Years of fending for herself had turned herself into this monster. She growled fiercly, getting angered at her self.
She finally bolted off deeper into the woods. The eerie black mist followed her and she ran harder, trying to escape it. But it wouldn't work, because it was like a curse. She hissed and slid to a stop and let her cry. It was very cold, mourning. Slowly dropping her head, the large she-wolf sat and waitied patienly, hoping maybe somebody would come...
After standing there pointlessly for almost an hour, her hope dissappeared along with the daylight. Pandora grinned wickedly as this was her favorite time of night. She could hear the heavy heart beat of an elk and she licked her chops, ready to ambush it.
Crouching down, the thick ebony mass crawled silently over the ground. When the mist threatened to swallow the figure, the object let it. Her body was now hidden in a thick blanket of camoflauge. She smirked, showing her deadly canines. With a hushed growl, the vixen jumped to her leg and lurched for the bull.
She managed to grab ahold of his leg and she gladly began to bite down onto it. Her jaws were like those of a steel trap, and quickly, she had managed to fracture the poor beast's pillar. He crashed slowly to the ground, letting out long cries of agony. The vixen cackled and swept in for the kill, quickly cutting off the cries.
Slowly, she backed away, and looked at her trophy. He was a small one, perhaps a lanky yearling bull. She shook her body and stepped back to the body where she dipped her maw down and began tearing into the flesh. After eating until her stomach reached maximum capicity, she backed away and sat down on thick haunches. Throwing her head back she howled. Yet this one wasn't sad, it was more of a victory call. Once finished, she lowered her cranium backed down and layed down. Stretchigng her muscled figure out, she crossed her paws and watched the carcass, ready to battle anybody who dare try to steal her prized possesion...
(Sorry it sucks, i have no muse.
But, as of today, i just modified it and made it a bit longer. but i still think it's pretty bad.)