October 25, 2017, 04:05:53 PM
To hunt successfully, you must know your ground, your pack and your quarry.
- KJ Parker
The world around her was not part of the thing she had created for herself. The world had created her and she was a sword that had been foraged for it. The wraith was a thing of smoke, a hidden thing that not many found. She rarely spoke and just watched, gathering up information. When she did speak it was often in riddles with a voice so harsh it sounded like she was trying to speak with a throat that had swallowed glass. The bright eyes stood out against her near black pelt, which made it hard for the task that she was doing now. Despite the fact that she had begun to wonder around, she knew that no one was going to feed her and the only wolf who was going to do that was going to be her. So she had set out from her den - the old fallen log she had used when she had been her long ago - and went to find something to hunt. The hunt is something that thrilled her when nothing else did.
Kokipa could run for long hours, chasing the prey she had sought. She was patient, able to chase and chase until her prey finally stopped to exhaustion. But she wanted more than just the wanderings she had been recently doing. So she did not what she best at and hunted down information on who needed someone. The wraith did not want to work with the wolf who had made herself Queen - something just did not sit right with her about it. She had worked with the Baron, Azfhal, for a long time. She had been his silent sword within Alteron and she knew now that she could never go back to that even if she did find him. Too many years had passed and he most likely would never forgive her for leaving. Still, the wolf went down the deer paths, knowing their haunts like she would know her own. And she got lucky when she had found tracks, fresh from a recent passing.
The black dire started off a gentle lope, the scent getting stronger. The hills and trees did not deter the wolf, as she had trained on these hills and forest. She saw sight of her prey, slowed and began to slowly make her way closer. The wind was coming from the North and she moved that way, her focus narrowing on it. She moved to the south, not wanting her scent to carry towards the deer she was stalking. It was like watching mold grow, with how slowly she moved. Until she exploded in a furious clash of jaws and teeth. The deer taken down with almost minimal effort. Blood covered her face and parts of her chest. Kokipa was not the cleanest of eaters, despite her sometimes refined manner. She was eat her fill here, before perhaps taking a chunk of it to someone else who wanted to eat it.
But she also thought to use it was payment, to join a court. Kokipa wanted a purpose and she only ever had a purpose when she was serving someone else. She acknowledged that she was not a dominate personality, but a submissive one. She knew that she would never climb anywhere within Alteron without someone giving her a purpose. She thought about what she knew, perhaps found one she would be willing to work for. The wraith took a chunk of roast and then went to hunt down her second prey of the day. Orcrist.
- KJ Parker
The world around her was not part of the thing she had created for herself. The world had created her and she was a sword that had been foraged for it. The wraith was a thing of smoke, a hidden thing that not many found. She rarely spoke and just watched, gathering up information. When she did speak it was often in riddles with a voice so harsh it sounded like she was trying to speak with a throat that had swallowed glass. The bright eyes stood out against her near black pelt, which made it hard for the task that she was doing now. Despite the fact that she had begun to wonder around, she knew that no one was going to feed her and the only wolf who was going to do that was going to be her. So she had set out from her den - the old fallen log she had used when she had been her long ago - and went to find something to hunt. The hunt is something that thrilled her when nothing else did.
Kokipa could run for long hours, chasing the prey she had sought. She was patient, able to chase and chase until her prey finally stopped to exhaustion. But she wanted more than just the wanderings she had been recently doing. So she did not what she best at and hunted down information on who needed someone. The wraith did not want to work with the wolf who had made herself Queen - something just did not sit right with her about it. She had worked with the Baron, Azfhal, for a long time. She had been his silent sword within Alteron and she knew now that she could never go back to that even if she did find him. Too many years had passed and he most likely would never forgive her for leaving. Still, the wolf went down the deer paths, knowing their haunts like she would know her own. And she got lucky when she had found tracks, fresh from a recent passing.
The black dire started off a gentle lope, the scent getting stronger. The hills and trees did not deter the wolf, as she had trained on these hills and forest. She saw sight of her prey, slowed and began to slowly make her way closer. The wind was coming from the North and she moved that way, her focus narrowing on it. She moved to the south, not wanting her scent to carry towards the deer she was stalking. It was like watching mold grow, with how slowly she moved. Until she exploded in a furious clash of jaws and teeth. The deer taken down with almost minimal effort. Blood covered her face and parts of her chest. Kokipa was not the cleanest of eaters, despite her sometimes refined manner. She was eat her fill here, before perhaps taking a chunk of it to someone else who wanted to eat it.
But she also thought to use it was payment, to join a court. Kokipa wanted a purpose and she only ever had a purpose when she was serving someone else. She acknowledged that she was not a dominate personality, but a submissive one. She knew that she would never climb anywhere within Alteron without someone giving her a purpose. She thought about what she knew, perhaps found one she would be willing to work for. The wraith took a chunk of roast and then went to hunt down her second prey of the day. Orcrist.
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