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12-20-2015, 01:28 PM
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Grusha & Tae If you throw us to the wolves, we'll come back leading the pack
The rustling of the bushes was likely not what the wolf-mother assumed it was. It was something dark. It was something that was hunting. In fact, it wasn't just one, but two. But they weren't after wolves. "Seestra-" Tae whispered to her already larger twin. Her dainty hooves pranced forward, as she did her best to replicate what she assumed sneaking was like. If nothing else, she tried to make as little noise as possible by tucking her wings tightly against her flanks, and avoiding obviously dry leaves and twigs. They had been stalking small things - rodents, salamanders, bugs. Already Tae adored with unabashed joy, the sound of squishing bones and snapped tendons beneath her hooves. "Seestra. There!" She whispered, coiling back on her haunches and leaping out of the bush into the clearing where the wolves played. Her hooves snapped the back of a lizard, and a smile of pride spread across her features. As soon as the creature was dead, the small filly raised her head proudly and surveyed her surroundings. It was the blood red colour of the pool which first caught her attention. Her breath hitched in her chest at the sight of the beautifully swollen red in-land pond. Something about the colour ... the colour of life ... of blood ... it called to her. Taking a step forward towards the pond, the small filly noticed the wolves. No fear stirred within her - as of yet, Tae had never felt fear. Something about their wolfish and predatory features called to her. |
