Roleplay

@HummingKnight @Narshia The snow is now blowing harder through her fur, the wind whips at her ebony colored body. Her silver and golden eyes narrow as she trudges a bit harder through the icy thick snow. Her ebony black paws are perfect for the snow as she trots through it but in comparison the raven colored wolf likes the snow, wind and cold, to her it's a lot better than summer, spring or fall. Cassandra picks up her speed into a light jog as she follows she scent she had smelled not that far from the den, when your in her position you would be trained to have all five senses better than you regular wolf. She had easily picked up the scent but seemed like Ferlin had no idea it existed. The scent belonged to another wolf in the area but it didn't seem like this was their territory they were intruding. Her raven ebony colored fur stands out with the land covered in shimmering snow and her golden eyes are bright and fierce, any wolf would know that she was an old wolf with battle scars to prove it but it wasn't just fights she was in when she was younger. She trudged a bit farther before stopping this is where the smell was. It belonged to a pure colored white wolf that was hunting a young injured buck. Cassandra licked her muzzle and watched the he-wolf from a distance. [img]http://images.sodahead.com/profiles/0/0/2/4/1/2/1/2/7/Black-Wolf-47245949715.jpeg[/img]

@HummingKnight @Narshia Cassandra watches the white he-wolf take down the young buck cleanly and swiftly. She has to admit that this is no pup she is watching hunt, he's good at it. It reminds her from the days of her training when she had been younger and vulnerable when she had been beaten into a hard, iron strong wolf but she hated thinking about her bloody, twisted, and dark past especially thinking about Demesne. Cassandra watched the wolf eat and her stomach let out a low growl of warning telling her that she was starting to grow hungry, some wolves might have eaten left over elk from another wolf's hunt but growing up Cassandra was supposed to do the exact opposite she was a predator not prey and in know way shape or form would Cassandra scavenge. She decided to watch the white wolf and it would be later when she hunted. [img]http://cdn.c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000I8Cf60drngk/s/600/600/MW2026.jpg[/img]

@HummingKnight @Narshia She watches the white he-wolf finish up eating quick and fast, she notices its hurried pace to finish eating the meal, it's glances around the snowy area and it's quick refelxes to any sounds. [u]What's the hurry?[/u] she thinks. His actions remind her of how she was supposed to be during training when she was young, quick, fast, and to think on your paws. She turns her head up to the sky, watching the snow fall down but she quickly turns her head back to the wolf, surveying it's every move. [img]http://data3.whicdn.com/images/98962919/large.gif[/img] She grits her teeth and her muscles become tense. Cassandra knows the wolf might have picked up a noise of her movement such as her shifting her paws in the thick snow or her stomach giving a low growl. She grits her teeth even harder and she might have even growled but it would give her away and Cassandra is now idiot her being a trained assassin. [img]https://33.media.tumblr.com/5eab96b977094108ef2bf1f43615ebbe/tumblr_n5z84tlgoB1t1ybuvo1_500.gif[/img]

@HummingKnight @Narshia She continued to watch the wolf, it now seemed nervous and anxious to finish up eating, she knew that it could sense her presence not by sight, smell or hearing but in his mind she knew that he could feel a strange presence watching him from afar. She watched him, and wondered if he was smart enough to maybe scent her and see her. [img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_macpulhEPA1qkdz5no1_500.jpg[/img] Cassandra's stomach growls a bit louder and she grits her teeth at the sound and hopes the wolf is too far away to her belly rumbling. [i]I'll eat later and watch this wolf[/i] she thinks while glaring down at the snowy white ground, her head darts up and her golden eyes pierce the white wolf eating from afar. Cassandra gives a large yawn and continues to stare at the wolf [img]http://i1224.photobucket.com/albums/ee371/OakOfTheGround/Blackwolf.gif[/img]

@DacianaLupa @HummingKnight (oh jeez i've missed so much XD)

After a long doze, Ferlin struggled to confirm herself to get up, she felt like she could rest for a week. She rose her head a little twisting and turning looking for Cassandra if she was back from...well, wherever she had went. She inhaled deeply any scents, but only picked up the remaining hares, trees, and the cold crisp air nipping at her nose. She frowned slightly, thinking to herself. "Maybe she left me cause she thought I was crazy, asking her all those questions..." She felt some sort of pounding feeling in her chest, she was somewhat sad, did she really miss a wolf that she hardly knew about? She looked down at her scarf hanging losely from stirring in her sleep, and bit lightly, tugging it forcefully away off her neck. It was a gift to her mother, who had moved away to attack other oacks and had never returned. It was almost the same to her, except only it was because she was so impatient she decided to hunt herself and got lost and would never return. Guilt flooded in her eyes as she thought of her sister, her friends, all the company she had back there. And now, she was laying somewhere unknown in a cave of lonelyness. She got up, shaking the dust off her pelt and sitting for a second itching her ear with her foot and stretched. She remembered Cassandra told her about a creek nearby if she was thirsty, which she was after chattering non stop and then daydreaming. Especially when her throat was itching of sorrow. She thought about her desicion for a second, what would happen if she got lost? And Cassandra had strictly forbid her to leave. Or did she? She said not to follow her, and she wasn't neccesarily doing so. And why bother if she hadn't come back? She sat and curled her tail around her oaws, looking out into the snow, her fur bristling. So many orders and needs, she was just stuck there. Finally she came up with her official decision. Survival came first, rules second. She flicked her tail off her paws and started walking out of the cave, looking for the creek. She circled around the cave a couple of times, straining her eyes battling clear vision against the wind and snow. She finally spotted something shimmering white, and with a bit of triumph darted to it eager for water, but she slowly stopped into a jog as she realized the water was frozen. She hesitated to put her weight in the ice, but it wasn't like she didn't have any other decision. She stepped very carefully, paw by paw, hearing the ice creak and groan making her gritt her teeth and wince every time. Once her full body was in the middle of the body of water, she stoop there for a long silent minute. She rhen took one paw and very lightly pounded trying to make a hole. An ear-splitting crack boomed and the next moment Ferlin plunged into the arctic-cold water spluttering for air, yelping every time she made it to the surface for a couple seconds like a stranded puppy. But the water was too cold, her blood ran into her head and she lost control of her body as it went numb, and slowly sunk to the bottom as bubbles danced in front of her, the light shriveling into a pitch black screen.