Post by Gina on Jan 26, 2006 20:37:02 GMT -5
ooc:Spree, my first roleplay with Nagi!!! If you haven't already, please read her profile before replying!!!
ic:Snow fell delicately as the night approached, the sun bleeding behind the silhoutted mountaintops, capped with the snow of the Russian winter. The sturdy pines and the dying oaks cast eerie, knarled shadows on the snow laden earth, not a single sound, only the crackling of a single fire in the mountains, where, the hunter and the prey were face to face.
He was alone, only a sled and two dogs to pull it, along with supplies, all which were dwindling dangerously. He looked very young, but the stress of oncoming, and almost certain death had streaked his tawny hued hair with broad patches of gray. The two dogs, frail and frightened, were snarling as the shadows from the fire flickered across a gleaming-eyed figure, flowing in and out of the shadows in the stealthy way of its kind.
This lanky, even more lanky now due to a sucked in belly from starvation with lack of prey. This wolf was a she-wolf, called a Drappa in her language, but could a man understand the language of a wolf? Of course not! To him, the Drappa was a wolf, a devil, a serpant preparing to kill.
Nagini stalked around the outer circle of the fire's light, as though it was the only thing that could hold her back from feasting on three morsels that hardly ever came into the vacinity of a Kerl, a lone wolf in the man's mind. The Drappa moved now towards the two dogs, sitting fearfully behind the man, their tails burning in the fire, though their fear clouded their nostrils, so they could not even smell the singe of their own fur and flesh.
Nagini now waiting, waited for the dogs to crack and to run into the forest for cover. There she would kill them. The man she did not plan to capture and kill, he was armed with an axe and a rifle, both of which she had seen him use in the previous days when she tracked the sled from a distance. Her slitted pupils flashed dangerously, and they broke.
The dogs dashed into the forest, and, lightning fast, did Nagini kill them. Neither had been able to make it to even the very edges of the forest ring that sloped down the mountains. One's throat was locked in her jaws, the other's was punctured by her back foot, sticking out of the back of the throat, soaked in blood. The man only stared, but anyone could have seen that he was terrified, and that he knew he would die.
However, Nagini would wait. She contorted her foot out of the dog's throat, in the most unusual way that the man never knew possible for even the ones with the stretchies of muscles. The Drappa sat on top of the dogs' corpses, in case another of her kind were to come around and try to steal her prey in desperateness for food.
Night passed. Daybreak came. Nagini and the man both lay awake, each one watching the other. Finally, at around nine o'clock, did the man move from his spot and get to his sled. There were no dogs to pull it, so he wrapped the harness around himself and pulled, all the while watching the she-wolf still sitting on his dogs. As she grew smaller and he gained distance, he could hear her howl throatily, a full fledged cry of mournful victory, followed by an empty, metallic snap, the sound of her closing jaws as she finished her cry.
ic:Snow fell delicately as the night approached, the sun bleeding behind the silhoutted mountaintops, capped with the snow of the Russian winter. The sturdy pines and the dying oaks cast eerie, knarled shadows on the snow laden earth, not a single sound, only the crackling of a single fire in the mountains, where, the hunter and the prey were face to face.
He was alone, only a sled and two dogs to pull it, along with supplies, all which were dwindling dangerously. He looked very young, but the stress of oncoming, and almost certain death had streaked his tawny hued hair with broad patches of gray. The two dogs, frail and frightened, were snarling as the shadows from the fire flickered across a gleaming-eyed figure, flowing in and out of the shadows in the stealthy way of its kind.
This lanky, even more lanky now due to a sucked in belly from starvation with lack of prey. This wolf was a she-wolf, called a Drappa in her language, but could a man understand the language of a wolf? Of course not! To him, the Drappa was a wolf, a devil, a serpant preparing to kill.
Nagini stalked around the outer circle of the fire's light, as though it was the only thing that could hold her back from feasting on three morsels that hardly ever came into the vacinity of a Kerl, a lone wolf in the man's mind. The Drappa moved now towards the two dogs, sitting fearfully behind the man, their tails burning in the fire, though their fear clouded their nostrils, so they could not even smell the singe of their own fur and flesh.
Nagini now waiting, waited for the dogs to crack and to run into the forest for cover. There she would kill them. The man she did not plan to capture and kill, he was armed with an axe and a rifle, both of which she had seen him use in the previous days when she tracked the sled from a distance. Her slitted pupils flashed dangerously, and they broke.
The dogs dashed into the forest, and, lightning fast, did Nagini kill them. Neither had been able to make it to even the very edges of the forest ring that sloped down the mountains. One's throat was locked in her jaws, the other's was punctured by her back foot, sticking out of the back of the throat, soaked in blood. The man only stared, but anyone could have seen that he was terrified, and that he knew he would die.
However, Nagini would wait. She contorted her foot out of the dog's throat, in the most unusual way that the man never knew possible for even the ones with the stretchies of muscles. The Drappa sat on top of the dogs' corpses, in case another of her kind were to come around and try to steal her prey in desperateness for food.
Night passed. Daybreak came. Nagini and the man both lay awake, each one watching the other. Finally, at around nine o'clock, did the man move from his spot and get to his sled. There were no dogs to pull it, so he wrapped the harness around himself and pulled, all the while watching the she-wolf still sitting on his dogs. As she grew smaller and he gained distance, he could hear her howl throatily, a full fledged cry of mournful victory, followed by an empty, metallic snap, the sound of her closing jaws as she finished her cry.
-giggles-
-rolls away in a hamster ball-