Post by Cetanwakuwa on Apr 22, 2009 14:08:19 GMT -5
{I'm starting a new roleplay since none of the other threads seem to be very active, or take place in the hot summer version of the dream}
The cave had been empty. Cetan's world seemed to be a nonstop circle of bordom and death. Winter had reached the woodlands, and so many of the creatures spent their time in their dens, hiding from the cold weather she supposed. Cetan however could only sit in a den and not move for so many hours before the bordom got to her. What was the point? No one ever dared to enter the North Star den. Most likely because they assumed that the stories were true. They thought that if they set foot in the den, they'd be assaulted by 30 or 40 demons. Cetan suppressed a cynical laugh. The foolishness of some creatures never ceased to amaze her.
Cetan had eventually left the den. Nobody would enter while she was gone. Even if they did, there was nothing there for them to take. They'd only be trapped, finding Cetan between them and the entrance when she got back. In silence, the high ranking pack guardian traveled through the snow and ice that had locked away any traces of life. She stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn't often that she hunted for herself. She was built for strength and speed. Unfortunately, her size hindered her hunting abilities drastically. Moose was her best bet, but they were rare. She was useless against rabbits, and it was rare that she could catch a deer as they often moved like rockets through the thickest parts of the forest where Cetan couldn't follow.
With her dark pelt, Cetan could be a rock. However, she was painfully noticeable when she moved. She felt almost self concious as she padded slowly across the area. She reached the North Star border and leaped gracefully up onto one of the large rocks that made the border. She paused there for a moment, gaze traveling around the horizon and the distant treeline. Anything that could serve as entertainment would do. Enemies to kill, something to hunt? Over the past year or so, Cetan's mind had become numb and violent. Much like the ancient roman citizens, her forms of entertainment were bloody and violent. She was no longer pleased by day to day things. She was an unnatural menace to the world. Regular wolves spent their time worrying about their territory, how much food they have, and whether they'll live to see the next day. Cetan spent her time deep in thought, seeking entertainment. She had the leisure time to do as she pleased.
Her massive frame stood tall on the rock. Silver eyes could pick out nothing particularly interesting. Her nose quivered, catching the faint scent of moose. A bull? Her ears swiveled until she caught the sound. Her massive skull turned as she focused all her senses on the bull moose who was grazing off in the distance. She jumped down off her rock, landing hard, but almost silently on the crisp icy ground. Her body was in attack mode, muscles tense as her mind focused on the prospect of death and entertainment. The odds of her getting hurt while taking on a bull moose were very high, even though this one looked young and perhaps on the small side. Regardless, one wrong move and she'd be pierced and left badly wounded by his antlers.
She quickly gained ground, slowly inching her way closer. She hadn't yet decided if she would try to kill him. She needed a better look. Was he wounded? It didn't look like it. He was young though, which meant an easy meal. She crouched low. To the moose who was now about 40 yards away, she was nothing more than a rock surrounded by grasses which had been turned white by ice and snow. The beast was unaware of the icy eyes that were locked on him, and the ivory teeth of the monster who was contemplating whether he lived or died...
{Anyone else, feel free to post, I'll finish my moose hunt later x3}
The cave had been empty. Cetan's world seemed to be a nonstop circle of bordom and death. Winter had reached the woodlands, and so many of the creatures spent their time in their dens, hiding from the cold weather she supposed. Cetan however could only sit in a den and not move for so many hours before the bordom got to her. What was the point? No one ever dared to enter the North Star den. Most likely because they assumed that the stories were true. They thought that if they set foot in the den, they'd be assaulted by 30 or 40 demons. Cetan suppressed a cynical laugh. The foolishness of some creatures never ceased to amaze her.
Cetan had eventually left the den. Nobody would enter while she was gone. Even if they did, there was nothing there for them to take. They'd only be trapped, finding Cetan between them and the entrance when she got back. In silence, the high ranking pack guardian traveled through the snow and ice that had locked away any traces of life. She stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn't often that she hunted for herself. She was built for strength and speed. Unfortunately, her size hindered her hunting abilities drastically. Moose was her best bet, but they were rare. She was useless against rabbits, and it was rare that she could catch a deer as they often moved like rockets through the thickest parts of the forest where Cetan couldn't follow.
With her dark pelt, Cetan could be a rock. However, she was painfully noticeable when she moved. She felt almost self concious as she padded slowly across the area. She reached the North Star border and leaped gracefully up onto one of the large rocks that made the border. She paused there for a moment, gaze traveling around the horizon and the distant treeline. Anything that could serve as entertainment would do. Enemies to kill, something to hunt? Over the past year or so, Cetan's mind had become numb and violent. Much like the ancient roman citizens, her forms of entertainment were bloody and violent. She was no longer pleased by day to day things. She was an unnatural menace to the world. Regular wolves spent their time worrying about their territory, how much food they have, and whether they'll live to see the next day. Cetan spent her time deep in thought, seeking entertainment. She had the leisure time to do as she pleased.
Her massive frame stood tall on the rock. Silver eyes could pick out nothing particularly interesting. Her nose quivered, catching the faint scent of moose. A bull? Her ears swiveled until she caught the sound. Her massive skull turned as she focused all her senses on the bull moose who was grazing off in the distance. She jumped down off her rock, landing hard, but almost silently on the crisp icy ground. Her body was in attack mode, muscles tense as her mind focused on the prospect of death and entertainment. The odds of her getting hurt while taking on a bull moose were very high, even though this one looked young and perhaps on the small side. Regardless, one wrong move and she'd be pierced and left badly wounded by his antlers.
She quickly gained ground, slowly inching her way closer. She hadn't yet decided if she would try to kill him. She needed a better look. Was he wounded? It didn't look like it. He was young though, which meant an easy meal. She crouched low. To the moose who was now about 40 yards away, she was nothing more than a rock surrounded by grasses which had been turned white by ice and snow. The beast was unaware of the icy eyes that were locked on him, and the ivory teeth of the monster who was contemplating whether he lived or died...
{Anyone else, feel free to post, I'll finish my moose hunt later x3}