Post by Lekashna Wildmane on Apr 19, 2009 23:22:09 GMT -5
Lekashna Wildmane sat on a tuft of grass before the dead centaur, flies already beginning to feast on its carcass as she sharpened her axe with a small stone.
"The foolish demon-horse," she snorted, rubbing the weapon on the dry grass.
"Never interrupt a Tigress in her hunt." she added, casting a scornful gaze at the body.
She had traveled far with Farah, down through the golden plains of the Barrens, past the silithid in their hives, to the rough elevator that trundled its way up and down a massive cliff-face, the entrance to the Thousand Needles.
The shu'halo stood with a grunt, sweat pouring down her gold-brown fur as she walked to the edge. She peered down, her well-trained muscles tensing like a gazelle's when it scents the lion when she recognized a figure at the bottom.
"Excellent." she murmured, drawing her crude rifle.
Farah growled loudly, lunging forwards and sinking her teeth into her mistress' hindquarters and dragging her backwards as a streak of black fire flew up from the figure down below. The ledge where she had been standing moments ago was consumed in the unholy flame as Lekashna fondly rubbed the ears of her faithful tiger.
"Thank you."
She glanced up at the sun, a thought intruding into her mind.
How long had she been apart of her pack, the Earthspear Tribe.
A week?
No. Longer.
"Ten risings and fallings of the sun..." she murmured, rising to her feet and turning away from the Thousand Needles.
"Looks like you'll need to wait for this one, demon," growled the huntres as she began to run, thick hooves pounding into the dry soil as she jogged back towards the Crossroads.
"It's this one's time to prove her worth."
"The foolish demon-horse," she snorted, rubbing the weapon on the dry grass.
"Never interrupt a Tigress in her hunt." she added, casting a scornful gaze at the body.
She had traveled far with Farah, down through the golden plains of the Barrens, past the silithid in their hives, to the rough elevator that trundled its way up and down a massive cliff-face, the entrance to the Thousand Needles.
The shu'halo stood with a grunt, sweat pouring down her gold-brown fur as she walked to the edge. She peered down, her well-trained muscles tensing like a gazelle's when it scents the lion when she recognized a figure at the bottom.
"Excellent." she murmured, drawing her crude rifle.
Farah growled loudly, lunging forwards and sinking her teeth into her mistress' hindquarters and dragging her backwards as a streak of black fire flew up from the figure down below. The ledge where she had been standing moments ago was consumed in the unholy flame as Lekashna fondly rubbed the ears of her faithful tiger.
"Thank you."
She glanced up at the sun, a thought intruding into her mind.
How long had she been apart of her pack, the Earthspear Tribe.
A week?
No. Longer.
"Ten risings and fallings of the sun..." she murmured, rising to her feet and turning away from the Thousand Needles.
"Looks like you'll need to wait for this one, demon," growled the huntres as she began to run, thick hooves pounding into the dry soil as she jogged back towards the Crossroads.
"It's this one's time to prove her worth."
