Post by Chance on Apr 2, 2006 0:03:19 GMT -5
The fae crouched low over the loam, porcilean figure moving slowly, paws shuffling in slow motion. Her pads brought up wet patches on the already damp geo, where the water rose up to meet her. Puddles formed around her paws, and she continued to move slowly forewards. The dense foliage hid her form mostly, though pleasantly, it didn't block off the sun. The great orbs ray's reached her ivory coat, playing soft dapples over it. An emerald leaf brushed across her side, and she ducked under a branch that barred her way forewards. Muscles rippled almost unseen under her dense fur, and she continued to pad silently forewards, weight on her haunches. She halted, hindqaurters rocking form side to side. She lifted a forepaw lightly as she scented the wind. She could smell deer, but the other part of the story the wind told her was blurred, merged. There was the appetizing odor of rabbit, but it was stale. Nostrils twitched, trying to detirmine the other scent. It was lupine or simular to herself, perhaps canine? Triangle-shaped auds twitched, and auburn orbs gleamed.
As she remained stationary, the wet patches beneath her had entensified to a puddle. Marfa's grey-tipped ear swiveled back and caught the sound of an obnoxious bird cawing, insulting her, laughing at her. The bird continued to jeer, but Marfa payed no attention. She crouched low once more and continued to step delicately forewards. Now she could identify the smell. Coyote. Ebon nose trembled, and a growl was emmited, rumbling slowly from her broad, deep chest. The noise the vibrated from her diaphagram was steadily growing louder, a rumbling, threatening sound. Occuli searched the trees. A flash of grey was seen from between the trunks.
This is my territory!
She gathered her bodice and pounced. In that same second, the Coyote did the same. They met in mid air, Marfa's paws scrabbling at the brute's chest. Her fangs glittered ivory, seeking the brute's unprotected throat. A strangled yelp that cut the silence told her she had gotten close. She landed on the turf once more, pillars splayed, dial high.. Too high. The coyote had landed too, and made a mad dive for her throat. Marfa lunged to one side, and her apponents glittering dentals clacked shut only over a bit of skin on her shoulder. But with great agility she danced away from him. Lowering her carcass, the fem made a dive for the coyote's foreleg as he gathered himself. Mug snapped shut only over the brute's belly fur as he too danced away. But she was cunning as well as strong, and looked at his throat and leaped. She had calculated that he would turn away, hindquarters swung towards her. And just as she had known would happed, her fangs sunk into his front leg. She dashed away as he tried to retaliate. The leg now dangled useless.
And the coyote now knew that he was outsmarted and overpowered. He cowered, then, running as fast as his limp would allow, sprinted away from her. Marfa sent a warning bark after him, just to tell the brute to never come back again.
Serves him right, and good riddance!
Marfa had gotten her chest pawed during the crazy struggle in the air, and crimson was leaving her body sluggishly. She lowered her bod, lying down, and ducked her tiara to lick the would. The metallic (sp?), salty taste of her own blood reached her mouth, but she continued to lick.
As she remained stationary, the wet patches beneath her had entensified to a puddle. Marfa's grey-tipped ear swiveled back and caught the sound of an obnoxious bird cawing, insulting her, laughing at her. The bird continued to jeer, but Marfa payed no attention. She crouched low once more and continued to step delicately forewards. Now she could identify the smell. Coyote. Ebon nose trembled, and a growl was emmited, rumbling slowly from her broad, deep chest. The noise the vibrated from her diaphagram was steadily growing louder, a rumbling, threatening sound. Occuli searched the trees. A flash of grey was seen from between the trunks.
This is my territory!
She gathered her bodice and pounced. In that same second, the Coyote did the same. They met in mid air, Marfa's paws scrabbling at the brute's chest. Her fangs glittered ivory, seeking the brute's unprotected throat. A strangled yelp that cut the silence told her she had gotten close. She landed on the turf once more, pillars splayed, dial high.. Too high. The coyote had landed too, and made a mad dive for her throat. Marfa lunged to one side, and her apponents glittering dentals clacked shut only over a bit of skin on her shoulder. But with great agility she danced away from him. Lowering her carcass, the fem made a dive for the coyote's foreleg as he gathered himself. Mug snapped shut only over the brute's belly fur as he too danced away. But she was cunning as well as strong, and looked at his throat and leaped. She had calculated that he would turn away, hindquarters swung towards her. And just as she had known would happed, her fangs sunk into his front leg. She dashed away as he tried to retaliate. The leg now dangled useless.
And the coyote now knew that he was outsmarted and overpowered. He cowered, then, running as fast as his limp would allow, sprinted away from her. Marfa sent a warning bark after him, just to tell the brute to never come back again.
Serves him right, and good riddance!
Marfa had gotten her chest pawed during the crazy struggle in the air, and crimson was leaving her body sluggishly. She lowered her bod, lying down, and ducked her tiara to lick the would. The metallic (sp?), salty taste of her own blood reached her mouth, but she continued to lick.
Though there are a few spelling and grammar errors, might wanna check that. Although don't be afraid to use simple words (like head, eyes, legs) on occasion. It's the flow and structure of a sentence that counts; not the use of big, shiny words. Sometimes, it just plain doesn't sound right. ^^
