Date Posted:22:31:54 08/23/03 Sat Author: Band Subject: -quickened death- In reply to:
Anya
's message, "-Heart of the Hunter-" on 08:48:09 08/23/03 Sat
In the patchy cover of the uneven brown grasses, the white wolf lurks. And as the warm wind blows, the wisps of the grass tremble and wave, revealing brief patches of pale alabaster. Two brilliant blue eyes watch from this rippling cover. In their depths, something stirs; something violent and dangerous. The middle-aged wolf, however, keeps such secrets hidden. He had been around too long to simply give it all away at the first glance. Band remembers the dark female just as she was. As she was way back when the Black Magics were abundant. He's feeling his age, but not in a physical sort of way. Briefly, his mind wanders to the brutal murder of Winter Spirit. He had enjoyed that, right? Ahh, but perhaps it only appeared so. No one could ever know. Tactfully, the white wolf creeps nearer. But why is he hiding? Certainly he has no need to. So on impulse, he steps from the grass before Anyanka. His tail is held at mid-height, neutral and undisturbed. Band looks at her evenly, expression rather blank, yet his eyes are intelligent with many experiences. Anyanka. The arctic wolf finally speaks in an even tone.
