07-02-2018, 03:09 AM
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Lost to this monster
THIS PUP BEHIND THE SLUGHTER
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
THIS PUP BEHIND THE SLUGHTER
While Whisper's other half would distain with Ice and Mud, Whisper was more aligned with the colder elements than she ever would be the hotter aspects. The irony of the statement did not fall from her own complicated mind, but logically it was sound enough. Never seeing Ice she would grow an appreciation to whenever she saw it- water, ice anything so long as it was full of life was interested. Anything to disturb an illusion of baking sands and soul deep hunger that the pup knew for far too long. That however did not mean she was used to the frigid air- although her body was built to deal with most climates that did not mean she had any experience in battling it.
Cold winds was her only warning of the two snowballs. White amusing the shade of night hit their mark's clean on if they were aimed for the floor. Whisper's only saving grace there being her rather small form- they served as a good distraction to the iced over ground- dragon-like claws skidding on the ice for a few seconds before she sunk them deeper within. Making little sound against the rest of her clumsy clan mates as they all fumbled in the darkness. But enough to alert other's where she was. Where Whisper was trained in learning to be sneaky- it was a glaring flaw in her own strategy. Her fur made it easier to hide- and her secondary set of eyes open wider than usual to widen her referrals for commingling attacks.
She was unaware where any of the colored cloths were that they were meant to be finding, only knowing that her eye site was made better in the night than it ever was the day. Ivan's form flickered into sight of her preferential for a moment longer- and she debated sabotaging the elder clanmate for his prize but later decided against it- split second decision as Fenris appeared from where Ivan was before. A low uttered curse as the pup let herself slip into one of the darker parts of a tomb. Sneaking around the false Fenris' sight as she kept a watchful gaze alone the ground corners for a cloth.
No such luck yet.
Cold winds was her only warning of the two snowballs. White amusing the shade of night hit their mark's clean on if they were aimed for the floor. Whisper's only saving grace there being her rather small form- they served as a good distraction to the iced over ground- dragon-like claws skidding on the ice for a few seconds before she sunk them deeper within. Making little sound against the rest of her clumsy clan mates as they all fumbled in the darkness. But enough to alert other's where she was. Where Whisper was trained in learning to be sneaky- it was a glaring flaw in her own strategy. Her fur made it easier to hide- and her secondary set of eyes open wider than usual to widen her referrals for commingling attacks.
She was unaware where any of the colored cloths were that they were meant to be finding, only knowing that her eye site was made better in the night than it ever was the day. Ivan's form flickered into sight of her preferential for a moment longer- and she debated sabotaging the elder clanmate for his prize but later decided against it- split second decision as Fenris appeared from where Ivan was before. A low uttered curse as the pup let herself slip into one of the darker parts of a tomb. Sneaking around the false Fenris' sight as she kept a watchful gaze alone the ground corners for a cloth.
No such luck yet.