05-27-2019, 11:30 PM
She doesn’t know what is coming – how could she? Phesque has never received visions of the future, nor has she known the skin of a second shape. Though she runs with wolves, they are her father’s and not her own. She will never taste the wind like her brother, nor bear her mother’s antlers as her sisters have. Yet none of this dissuades the boldness that courses in her blood, nor discourages the intensity of her self-assured expression. Sooner or later, one inevitably discovers that Phesque lacks for nothing.
If it had been anyone else, the wolf that sprawled beside a blackened rock might indeed have gone unnoticed. However, having been raised among them, it wasn’t hard for Phesque to notice the telltale signs of the canine’s presence. Its breath stirring the grasses – the subtle thump of its tail twitching in an unsettled rest. She is wondering as to how this one had been left behind when the pack had left for the hunt months ago, when a sudden racket brings her head around to witness the oncoming onslaught – and without a second thought she leaps across Warden’s path.
As it turns out, Phesque barely evades a wayward thrust of his horned head herself. “Watch it!” She glowers, her gaze burning fiercely as she thrusts her chin high in the air. A coppery mane billows about her youthful features. “You should pay more attention to where you’re going, you know,” the brassy girl huffs, gesturing to the wolf’s prone form in the tall grass just behind her. She felt certain that the overo had been about to trample, or perhaps gore, it – and since Phesque knew most of the wolves in Tephra as belonging to her father, she simply assumed that this one did too. It was therefore only right for her to intervene.
@[Firen] & @[Warden] I couldn't resist jumping in with you guys, hopefully that's okay!
If it had been anyone else, the wolf that sprawled beside a blackened rock might indeed have gone unnoticed. However, having been raised among them, it wasn’t hard for Phesque to notice the telltale signs of the canine’s presence. Its breath stirring the grasses – the subtle thump of its tail twitching in an unsettled rest. She is wondering as to how this one had been left behind when the pack had left for the hunt months ago, when a sudden racket brings her head around to witness the oncoming onslaught – and without a second thought she leaps across Warden’s path.
As it turns out, Phesque barely evades a wayward thrust of his horned head herself. “Watch it!” She glowers, her gaze burning fiercely as she thrusts her chin high in the air. A coppery mane billows about her youthful features. “You should pay more attention to where you’re going, you know,” the brassy girl huffs, gesturing to the wolf’s prone form in the tall grass just behind her. She felt certain that the overo had been about to trample, or perhaps gore, it – and since Phesque knew most of the wolves in Tephra as belonging to her father, she simply assumed that this one did too. It was therefore only right for her to intervene.
@[Firen] & @[Warden] I couldn't resist jumping in with you guys, hopefully that's okay!