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Post by Kismet on Mar 3, 2011 1:30:34 GMT -7
Kismet sat upon one of the circular stones that lay about the ruins. Her small, white frame stood out within the darkness, clashing against the black night that had engulfed the land. Her blue eyes pierced through this said darkness, glancing at the small, skinny trees, close to death. They were in the same shape as the femme. Malnourished, thin, sick. Her rib and hip bones could be seen through her thick, white coat, and her legs were lanky. There didn't seem to be much muscle at all on the female.
She wasn't alone in her condition. Besides the trees, most of the Betrayed also showed the same signs. Due to the Deviants, prey was scarce, land was even scarcer, and more and more wolves were beginning to join them in the ruins. There were too many Betrayed, and not enough food.
But they still fought. They still tried. They battled with their our sickness and poverty, surviving, if barely. Kismet did all she could to cure and treat the dying and unhealthy wolves. Some died, some were saved. Her occupation was a game of chance.
Her ear flicked to the side, hearing the approach of another. She slowly turned her gaze upon the wolf.
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Post by Fable on Mar 4, 2011 13:55:58 GMT -7
The small femme silently brushed through the trees, trying the figure out the last time she had eaten as her stomach growled. She knew it has been awhile, and knew it was not good for her pack. "We're not going to last long here..." she muttered under her breath, "not if we don't find anything to eat..Damn those Deviants." She gave a small snarl, licking her black lips.
Softly, a warm fall breeze brushed through, and she invited each strand of the wind to brush through her chest fur as it wrapped it self around her. She gazed upon the beauty as the moonlight passed through the dead trees that they were cursed to live among. She didn't want to think of it as cursed though, she actually thought it was quite beautiful during that time of year--her favorite time of the year.
Silently Fable had come around to approaching the rocks that had seemed like they surrounded their land, the ruins. There, her goldish-green eyes had caught sight of her Shaman, Kismet, whome stared right back as if she had already known that Fable were coming for a small visit. She gave her a smile that had said "Hello" and nodded. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" She asked, inviting conversation. Fable needed to get her mind off of the Deviants, it would only stress and anger her.
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Post by Kismet on Mar 4, 2011 17:45:58 GMT -7
Kismet smiled politely at the approaching leader. She nodded her head respectfully in return after Fable did. "Lady Fable," she greeted, turning her body so that she faced the femme. "Yes, it's peaceful. Quiet. It hides what truly lies beyond the surface of this place." she added, her blue eyes taking on a solemn glaze. "Has there been any luck, as of late? Any successful hunts?" she asked, her voiced tinged with hope. Her head tilted to the side as she asked this, and her bushy, white tail curled beside her paws.
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Post by Fable on Mar 4, 2011 18:25:21 GMT -7
Fable sat beside her, nodding once more to Kismet's greeting. "Sometimes I like the quiet, helps me think,and yet it is so peaceful. It's as if the gods had given us a small gift to our lands." she had replyed as she looked off into the distance, the moon-light blanketing the land that was soon to be covered in snow in only a few months. The Betrayed had always been a very spiritual pack, and Fable enjoyed it. She had always thought it had made her feel better, giving somebody to thank, or to bless them.
She turned her eyes back to Kismet, her scrawny body made her feel bad, no food had meant lack of body muscles, fat strength, etc. Fable cursed under her breath and looked down, her ears turning back. "I'm afraid not, Kismet. This land seems like it is so dead that no prey has been able to feast here. I could go fetch you a squirrel if you'd like," The lady had replied once more, jokingly, but if she requested it, she would do so. Then, the female and let out a small sigh and frowned disappointingly, "We need a miracle..."
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Post by Kismet on Mar 4, 2011 18:48:47 GMT -7
Kismet's ears drooped as Fable revealed the terrible truth. However, the Shaman had a feeling that the answer was going to be a no. It almost always was. The femme tilted her head up, and as her thick pelt of white hair ruffled in the night breeze, her blue eyes gazed up at the stars above.
"No matter. The Spirits are with us. They will care for us like they always have, and will reward us with a meal once the time is right." she said, closing her eyes. She remained still, head tilted up, as if prepared to howl. She sent a silent prayer to the gods above, and only returned her gaze back to earth once Fable spoke again. Kismet smiled.
"No need, my Lady. I am not desperate for food just yet." She stood, and then hopped down from her perch of stone, landing on level ground. She gave a slight shake of her pelt. "Besides, any food that is caught needs to go to the weaker, to the sick, and the young." she added.
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Post by Fable on Mar 4, 2011 19:12:32 GMT -7
Fable's smile had returned, hearing Kismet's faithful reply and it had made her feel a little better. Kismet you could say, had always been like a mother figure to her, or something similar. Alway's had been there since the Deviants had taken her parent's lives away like many when she was only a pup and it made her glad. She watched as Kismet had lifted her nose to the air, as if to let out a howl, but she knew better. Fable could tell by the look in her deep blue eyes, that she prayed to the gods that had protected them from the Deviants wrath. Her Shaman rose, and jumped down from rock to rock. She had never ceased to amaze Fable.
Fable had given an agreeable nodd after Kismet had added in her wise comment. How could she have missed that? Ofcourse the weak and young ones had to be fed. She hopped along down there beside Kismet, she didn't want her elder/shaman to be alone, nor did she, and perhaps they'd both find something that night like food of some sort. Anything would be a blessing.
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Post by Kismet on Mar 7, 2011 2:45:38 GMT -7
Kismet arched her back, stretching, and then lowered her upper half to the grown, sinking her paws into the dirt. She opened her mouth wide, framed with sharp teeth, and yawned loudly. Her tongue curled with the action. She then stood up straight, giving herself another shake.
"Though, instead of brooding about and complaining about our problems, perhaps we should take action? Would you like to go on a scavenge?" she asked, sitting. She wasn't quite done preparing herself, and lifted a hind leg to scratch a flea bite at the back of her ear. Or maybe it was a tick? An alien probe? Who knew. "Plus, I haven't had a good run for a while. I've been stuck in the infirmary all week long. I need to stretch out my limbs."
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Post by Fable on Mar 22, 2011 13:30:31 GMT -7
"Haha...right" her voice shook with slight embarressment. She shook out her fur and her tail swayed with some excitment. "Are you sure about that?" Fable gave a toothy grin to Kismet as she posed her stance, ready to run. She couldn't wait to have the breeze dancing through her orange pelt. A scavenge would be great right now. Perhaps they would find some food for her pack.
She lifted a paw, taking her first step, but looked back at Kismet trying to be sure that she was coming. It was polite enough to wait for her elder also, she know's how weak they can be. Especially one's with less stamina and the one's whom have not eatin for atleast a week. Fable was prepared for a run though, just incase her shaman was going to surprise her.
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