Post by Desdemona on Aug 8, 2015 15:30:10 GMT -8
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Her pack was small, it's numbers still ranking at a dismal two. It mattered little to the ivory Queen. She was selective about who she offered her protection to and one vagabond she'd already chased away. Her pack was not open to just anyone, she was hunting for specific traits, that certain spark. Her dominion would not be a weak one and Ida was currently the only creature she deemed worthy. The large bitch patrolledthe borders of what she'd claimed as hers. This world might think it took a male to stake dominance claims but ha. She dared any male to address her as weak. She would teach them the ferocity of her tooth and claw. The borders were untouched, not even the barest scent of an outsider trickled through her nostrils and Desdemona made daily patrols.She was not an idle Queen and she would never delegate grunt work without doing at least part of it herself.
Satisfied that her borders were strong with her scent the bitch headed back inland for the center of her territory. With Ida's help she'd designated a large cavern, now long since abandoned, for both the storage of food and as a pack den. They'd dragged the rest of the stag into the cavern and with the cool draft, it would keep for the next several days. Anything within the den was for pack consumption or use. They didn't yet have a medic but once they did, they'd be welcome to use it for storage. Desdemona reached the spot she was seeking and paused. A long narrow strip of mountainside was devoid of trees and vegetation. It consisted of moist soil, concealed rock and patches of green grass. The terrain was challenging, but excellent for a good spar. The ivory bitches mouth pulled up into a grin.
She perched on her rump, tossed her maw to the sky and hollowed long and low. It was a beautiful song wrought with sheer power that shattered through the stillness of the trees around her and sent them flying into heavens above. She called for Ida, over the last few weeks she'd grown to know the smaller bitch very well and Desdemona had something she wished to discuss with her... but first she needed the wretch here.
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Her pack was small, it's numbers still ranking at a dismal two. It mattered little to the ivory Queen. She was selective about who she offered her protection to and one vagabond she'd already chased away. Her pack was not open to just anyone, she was hunting for specific traits, that certain spark. Her dominion would not be a weak one and Ida was currently the only creature she deemed worthy. The large bitch patrolledthe borders of what she'd claimed as hers. This world might think it took a male to stake dominance claims but ha. She dared any male to address her as weak. She would teach them the ferocity of her tooth and claw. The borders were untouched, not even the barest scent of an outsider trickled through her nostrils and Desdemona made daily patrols.She was not an idle Queen and she would never delegate grunt work without doing at least part of it herself.
Satisfied that her borders were strong with her scent the bitch headed back inland for the center of her territory. With Ida's help she'd designated a large cavern, now long since abandoned, for both the storage of food and as a pack den. They'd dragged the rest of the stag into the cavern and with the cool draft, it would keep for the next several days. Anything within the den was for pack consumption or use. They didn't yet have a medic but once they did, they'd be welcome to use it for storage. Desdemona reached the spot she was seeking and paused. A long narrow strip of mountainside was devoid of trees and vegetation. It consisted of moist soil, concealed rock and patches of green grass. The terrain was challenging, but excellent for a good spar. The ivory bitches mouth pulled up into a grin.
She perched on her rump, tossed her maw to the sky and hollowed long and low. It was a beautiful song wrought with sheer power that shattered through the stillness of the trees around her and sent them flying into heavens above. She called for Ida, over the last few weeks she'd grown to know the smaller bitch very well and Desdemona had something she wished to discuss with her... but first she needed the wretch here.
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