Post by shady on Mar 20, 2008 17:06:54 GMT -5
Creamy white pelt rippled in a healthy wave, her fur still thick and long, unaffected by illness. Merci, was simply enjoying life's givings while she still could. The packs of the forest had been infected by a deadly illness that the healers' couldn't seem to cure. Hazel eyes scanned the forest floor ahead of her, scenting the air for prey. At once, a prey scent wafted through her nostrils, and she registered a young doe. Tail lashed with concentration as she zig-zagged across the small clearing, the doe's scent was becoming stronger as she went along.
Moments later, Merci came upon a fairly young doe, who was grazing quietly. Taking note of which way the deer's ears were pointed, the warrior took into a crouch position and stalked toward her prey without a sound. Unknowingly, she let out a small, determined growl, which set the doe off and running. Chasing after it, Merci shot through the air, dead set on her target. Just as her claws met the flesh of her prey, hard antlers met her side. The impact sent her sprawling across the melting snow, her sides heaved as she took a breath. Merci looked back up and let out a defeated grumble, as she watched the doe and buck prance away, darting through the forest.
Sitting down on a patch of brown grass, she began seeing to her wounds, trying to figure out if the buck had injured her in any way. He had struck her ribs, which could be a slightly chipped bone, but other than that she felt fine. Shaking of the debris she had landed on, Merci scented the air again, but no scent came to her. 'Must've scared every bit of prey out of here.' She thought disappointedly, before padding back to the cover of the trees. It was warmer there. Glancing up to the sky, she wondered what life would be like if she hadn't been accepted into the Destinian pack. Carmel tipped ears twitched with the sounds of the forest, picking up a few traces of bear, but it was a few days old.
