Sorceress (Closed)
Dec 19, 2016 17:45:13 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2016 17:45:13 GMT -5
Wing:
Wing was practicing her magic in the cave. The cave was her home now, and it was coated in ice. The white she-wolf was now a white sorceress with her ice, the snow that formed around her made shapes and the ice that coated her fur was truly flawless. She never hungered anymore, she simply went out to the barrens and sent a freezing wind down a rabbit burrow. That would flush the rabbits out and she would have a icy pen waiting for them at the emergency escape route. After icing over the main entrance, she could pick them off as she liked. She let the younger ones go, however. They had lives to fulfill, and she would need more food in the coming years. Her blue eyes had a glow to them, and the ice of her face was cold as her heart had become. Just recently, she had been wanting company. Wing wanted company.
Wing sighed, her breath misting in the iced over cave. She looked outside, her white fur crusting with ice as she remembered being rejected by Alphess Treason. She growled, ice forming around her paws. She wondered if she should... Go outside for something other then hunting. Her blue eyes looked back down at her paws, and for the first time she went into the warm sun for something other then hunting. The ice that formed in her pawprints melted, and she felt warm. She never knew what hit her, but it was the blow that sealed her fate. It knocked her off balance, sending her to the ground. She looked up to see another wolf above her, and her eyes widened in terror as ice formed around her neck. It was too late and too thin to do any good. Her blood stained the ground, as her pelt was torn off.
Odin:
Odin had traveled not very far, as the she-wolf he sought was only a day's trek from Midnight Silence. She was out in the open, and Odin had turned himself the color of the rocks to stay hidden. His blue eye glinted with mal-intent as he watched her. A beautiful young she-wolf, and she had a power. Odin almost chuckled. He would earn a high rank for killing a powered she-wolf. Watching, he crept closer ever so slowly. Then he lunged, knocking the white she-wolf off balance. She formed ice around her neck, but Odin's fangs easily penetrated it. The she-wolf never stood a chance. Then he began the work of removing her pelt.
Once he was done, the she-wolf's carcass lay on the bloody ground and her white pelt was a little stained, but he could wash it later. He had done it, and so easily. It had surprised him how easily she had died. She had been weak, but the thing that mattered was that she was dead, and Odin had her pelt.
Wing was practicing her magic in the cave. The cave was her home now, and it was coated in ice. The white she-wolf was now a white sorceress with her ice, the snow that formed around her made shapes and the ice that coated her fur was truly flawless. She never hungered anymore, she simply went out to the barrens and sent a freezing wind down a rabbit burrow. That would flush the rabbits out and she would have a icy pen waiting for them at the emergency escape route. After icing over the main entrance, she could pick them off as she liked. She let the younger ones go, however. They had lives to fulfill, and she would need more food in the coming years. Her blue eyes had a glow to them, and the ice of her face was cold as her heart had become. Just recently, she had been wanting company. Wing wanted company.
Wing sighed, her breath misting in the iced over cave. She looked outside, her white fur crusting with ice as she remembered being rejected by Alphess Treason. She growled, ice forming around her paws. She wondered if she should... Go outside for something other then hunting. Her blue eyes looked back down at her paws, and for the first time she went into the warm sun for something other then hunting. The ice that formed in her pawprints melted, and she felt warm. She never knew what hit her, but it was the blow that sealed her fate. It knocked her off balance, sending her to the ground. She looked up to see another wolf above her, and her eyes widened in terror as ice formed around her neck. It was too late and too thin to do any good. Her blood stained the ground, as her pelt was torn off.
Odin:
Odin had traveled not very far, as the she-wolf he sought was only a day's trek from Midnight Silence. She was out in the open, and Odin had turned himself the color of the rocks to stay hidden. His blue eye glinted with mal-intent as he watched her. A beautiful young she-wolf, and she had a power. Odin almost chuckled. He would earn a high rank for killing a powered she-wolf. Watching, he crept closer ever so slowly. Then he lunged, knocking the white she-wolf off balance. She formed ice around her neck, but Odin's fangs easily penetrated it. The she-wolf never stood a chance. Then he began the work of removing her pelt.
Once he was done, the she-wolf's carcass lay on the bloody ground and her white pelt was a little stained, but he could wash it later. He had done it, and so easily. It had surprised him how easily she had died. She had been weak, but the thing that mattered was that she was dead, and Odin had her pelt.
~Exit Odin~
