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Post by Earth Hearted on Aug 25, 2016 21:06:16 GMT -6
IVYHAWK
Fleshspark | Sentinel OOC: Here it is. c:
Ivyhawk paced the DullPack forest lately, growing more and more impatient. The territory was exciting for her; it gave her challenges that she boldly faced, and there was rarely a day when she was bored. Here, at the DullPack, she had to fight to stay alive, and she felt like a soldier again. But apart from the daily obstacles, nothing was really happening, and for the first time in a couple of centuries, Ivyhawk had begun to feel... dull. She sat down, swishing her tail back and forth, squinting into the distance, hoping that Fleshspark would appear and give her some sort of mission.
She hadn't seen her leader for a while, and she was beginning to wonder if he had forgotten about her. She had worshipped him as an idol when she was alive, and that admiration had carried with her when she died. She had been eager to seek him out when she arrived at the Fading Territory, but after years and years and years of searching, she still hadn't even caught a whiff of him.
Growling, she nimbly dodged a falling rock. Suddenly, a large orange wolf, a freshly dead one by the smell of him, leapt out at her, teeth bared, obviously trying to assert dominance. Ivyhawk reacted instantly, lunging forward and grabbing his neck in her jaws, biting down hard and without control. The orange wolf's eyes popped, and he gasped for breath. Ivyhawk shook her head back and forth, and the wolf went limp, and she let go, watching his soul fade forever. Smirking, she turned away and walked the opposite direction without looking back.
"Growing soft," she muttered to herself. "When will the world send a worthy opponent for the DullPack to face?"
Ivyhawk paced the DullPack forest lately, growing more and more impatient. The territory was exciting for her; it gave her challenges that she boldly faced, and there was rarely a day when she was bored. Here, at the DullPack, she had to fight to stay alive, and she felt like a soldier again. But apart from the daily obstacles, nothing was really happening, and for the first time in a couple of centuries, Ivyhawk had begun to feel... dull. She sat down, swishing her tail back and forth, squinting into the distance, hoping that Fleshspark would appear and give her some sort of mission.
She hadn't seen her leader for a while, and she was beginning to wonder if he had forgotten about her. She had worshipped him as an idol when she was alive, and that admiration had carried with her when she died. She had been eager to seek him out when she arrived at the Fading Territory, but after years and years and years of searching, she still hadn't even caught a whiff of him.
Growling, she nimbly dodged a falling rock. Suddenly, a large orange wolf, a freshly dead one by the smell of him, leapt out at her, teeth bared, obviously trying to assert dominance. Ivyhawk reacted instantly, lunging forward and grabbing his neck in her jaws, biting down hard and without control. The orange wolf's eyes popped, and he gasped for breath. Ivyhawk shook her head back and forth, and the wolf went limp, and she let go, watching his soul fade forever. Smirking, she turned away and walked the opposite direction without looking back.
"Growing soft," she muttered to herself. "When will the world send a worthy opponent for the DullPack to face?"
