Post by Antiva on Jul 9, 2015 8:33:42 GMT -8
Heavy paws pressed against the moist dirt, her powerful frame weaved back and forth with a near graceful elegance as she slid between the trees. She lowered her skull, nostrils flarring as she drew in the smells of the ground beneath her, breathing in the scents that permeated there. A soft wisp of warmth puffed out of her nose and into a fine wisp of condensation. The morning chill had yet to evaporate and the ground was still coated in a fine layer of moisture. Gray eyes flickered, scanning the trees and the surrounding lands. The lake was cool, calm and inviting, nearly serene in the chaos that was her heart. She stood like some ancient heathen warrior, nearly daring the world to take her on... but her eyes reflected a quiet pain, a near silent agony.Another day passed on and she found no sign of her lover.
The large ebony dame turned, her body slinking towards the softly lapping waves and she lowered her cranium to get a quick drink. She paused as the barest hint of a scent caught her attention and slowly her head lifted, ears swinging forward to catch every miniscule sound. She was almost petrified to hope. She'd imagined his scent so many times, had gone chasing after phantoms and ghosts with a madness that possessed her... only to come up exhausted and empty handed. She was hesitant, in truth she didn't even know if Jude was still alive and the scent was so faint... she breathed deep and let the faint smell slide through her veins like the most addictive of narcotics.
She had to try.
Antiva set off at a trot and then a canter and to her utter amazement... the smell grew stronger. Desperation and blind hope added adrenaline to the power in her frame and after a moment she was flying. Her body careened through the trees, not caring when they reached to slow her down and scraped their twisted branches along her pelt. Nothing would slow her freight train like momentum, nothing would keep her from him. There was no force on this Earth strong enough to make her stop and all the while his scent grew stronger, more potent and she breathed it in like a dying man devoured food. That scent alone was essential to her continued existence. She needed it to keep breathing, to keep running, to keep her heart pounding against her rib cage.
She hadn't felt him, hadn't touched him, hadn't caught his scent or heard his voice in just over six months, but she would know him anywhere. He was her soul. He was her home. She panted feverish and fast, she had no idea how long she'd been running and she didn't care, she would push her body until it wouldn't work anymore if that meant finding her lover. A bark slid from her larynx, rough, deep, powerful and resounding... and then another... and then another. She called for her mate, she called for her lover, his name the softest caress against her tongue. He was close, she could feel him like a throbbing, pulsing vein that connected the core of her to him and she forced her legs to move faster and harder.
Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, her throat tightening and her heart pounding painfully. He was here. She couldn't see him yet, but she didn't have too. He was here and she'd finally found him.
The large ebony dame turned, her body slinking towards the softly lapping waves and she lowered her cranium to get a quick drink. She paused as the barest hint of a scent caught her attention and slowly her head lifted, ears swinging forward to catch every miniscule sound. She was almost petrified to hope. She'd imagined his scent so many times, had gone chasing after phantoms and ghosts with a madness that possessed her... only to come up exhausted and empty handed. She was hesitant, in truth she didn't even know if Jude was still alive and the scent was so faint... she breathed deep and let the faint smell slide through her veins like the most addictive of narcotics.
She had to try.
Antiva set off at a trot and then a canter and to her utter amazement... the smell grew stronger. Desperation and blind hope added adrenaline to the power in her frame and after a moment she was flying. Her body careened through the trees, not caring when they reached to slow her down and scraped their twisted branches along her pelt. Nothing would slow her freight train like momentum, nothing would keep her from him. There was no force on this Earth strong enough to make her stop and all the while his scent grew stronger, more potent and she breathed it in like a dying man devoured food. That scent alone was essential to her continued existence. She needed it to keep breathing, to keep running, to keep her heart pounding against her rib cage.
She hadn't felt him, hadn't touched him, hadn't caught his scent or heard his voice in just over six months, but she would know him anywhere. He was her soul. He was her home. She panted feverish and fast, she had no idea how long she'd been running and she didn't care, she would push her body until it wouldn't work anymore if that meant finding her lover. A bark slid from her larynx, rough, deep, powerful and resounding... and then another... and then another. She called for her mate, she called for her lover, his name the softest caress against her tongue. He was close, she could feel him like a throbbing, pulsing vein that connected the core of her to him and she forced her legs to move faster and harder.
Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes, her throat tightening and her heart pounding painfully. He was here. She couldn't see him yet, but she didn't have too. He was here and she'd finally found him.
