Post by Klara Maradith on May 4, 2011 1:30:57 GMT -6
Long, red locks of hair waved out behind the young Ulfric like a long flag of fire. Powerful legs kept up with the wolves of her pack, leading the way of the hunt. The markings of the huntress were dark on her face and her nostrils were wide, inhaling the scent of the human that had found his way into the forest and got lost. He was fair game. Thus was the contract of the Lukoi and those leeches. Eyes the color of the setting sun blazed as she thought of those bloodsuckers keeping her and her pack secluded to the wilds of the woods. Though Miran Forest suited her and her kin much better than any city would ever be able to do, it was the simple fact that those foul beast kept them locked in these woods. The proud wolf being orders like nothing but lowly dogs but such creatures was just degrading but the wolves were outnumbers. One day though, one day she shall lead her kin in a war against the leeches and claims what was theirs all along.
The proud Klara slowly brought her beasts to a stop as she sniffed the air. The wind had shifted and took the scent away from her. She cursed lowly before whisper, "Mother of Night help me." And just like that, the wind returned to her along with the scent. A harsh grin flashed across her face, the whites of her teeth flashing. She quickly threw her head back in a howl, signaling the continuing of the hunt as she run forward, allowing her nose to lead the way. Of course, Klara gave credit to the Moon Goddess that forever cloaked her pack in protection and guided them with her gaze. Such a hunt would not be possible without the guidance of such a being and her pack pays respect each night with their call, singing to her and praising her with their howls.
Quickly Klara lead the way and the scent only got stronger and stronger as she continued. They were coming closer and closer to the edge of the woods but he was still in their domain. She itched closer and closer until she saw a flash of his clothing, nothing suited for hunting or hiding in the woods. Her wolves ran before her, circling around him and blocking off his way. Just on the edge of her forest they found him, just moments before making it out of the woods. Her wolves ran forward, blocking his way and forcing him deeper into the woods, right to Klara.
"You seem lost," she spoke in her proper tongue and he stared at her mostly nude body with wide eyes. The fear radiated off him like waves and she inhaled it, rejoicing in the scent. "Come allow us to show you the way back." She smiled as her wolves lunged at the man, taking him to the ground. His screams filled the night air before one of her wolves took out his throat to silence him. As the air grew quiet once more except for the feasts of her wolves, Klara sensed the presence of one not human and not wolf. A lord or lady perhaps, come to see if the wolves were breaking their pact. Slowly she stepped up to the edge of the forest, staring directly at a man in a long gown, his eyes fierce and his expression plain. His eyes caught Klara's golden ones and she snarled. She snorted in disgust before turning from her, and heading back to the Court. Slowly she looked around the edge of her forest for anyone else before heading back to the meal they had caught.
The proud Klara slowly brought her beasts to a stop as she sniffed the air. The wind had shifted and took the scent away from her. She cursed lowly before whisper, "Mother of Night help me." And just like that, the wind returned to her along with the scent. A harsh grin flashed across her face, the whites of her teeth flashing. She quickly threw her head back in a howl, signaling the continuing of the hunt as she run forward, allowing her nose to lead the way. Of course, Klara gave credit to the Moon Goddess that forever cloaked her pack in protection and guided them with her gaze. Such a hunt would not be possible without the guidance of such a being and her pack pays respect each night with their call, singing to her and praising her with their howls.
Quickly Klara lead the way and the scent only got stronger and stronger as she continued. They were coming closer and closer to the edge of the woods but he was still in their domain. She itched closer and closer until she saw a flash of his clothing, nothing suited for hunting or hiding in the woods. Her wolves ran before her, circling around him and blocking off his way. Just on the edge of her forest they found him, just moments before making it out of the woods. Her wolves ran forward, blocking his way and forcing him deeper into the woods, right to Klara.
"You seem lost," she spoke in her proper tongue and he stared at her mostly nude body with wide eyes. The fear radiated off him like waves and she inhaled it, rejoicing in the scent. "Come allow us to show you the way back." She smiled as her wolves lunged at the man, taking him to the ground. His screams filled the night air before one of her wolves took out his throat to silence him. As the air grew quiet once more except for the feasts of her wolves, Klara sensed the presence of one not human and not wolf. A lord or lady perhaps, come to see if the wolves were breaking their pact. Slowly she stepped up to the edge of the forest, staring directly at a man in a long gown, his eyes fierce and his expression plain. His eyes caught Klara's golden ones and she snarled. She snorted in disgust before turning from her, and heading back to the Court. Slowly she looked around the edge of her forest for anyone else before heading back to the meal they had caught.