Katrina
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The air was filled with scent of rain. The sky was still clear, but she could smell it coming. A storm approaching to relieve the lands of heat that had surged over the country. Even the grass had become sharp like blades sticking up from the dryness, crunching underneath her paws like virgin snow. Through the green mass of woods a large, dark figure could be seen lurking in shadows. Keira was sneaking past the bushes, her figure hunched over and muscles tense. Anyone who would look at her though would not see a girl however, instead they would see a pitch black wolf in the same size as grown human. Her eyes glowed bright amber, catching the light of evening sun. She lifted her muzzle, sniffing the sweet, warm air. There was another scent mixing among the rainwater and dry moss. A scent of blood no more than a mile from where she was. Her ears perked. There was also a rapid heartbeat and sound of something small moving through bushes. She took another step forwards, her large form lowering to the ground even more. It was her first prey in a week. The heat killed a lot of small animals. They were hiding away from predators such as herself. And since she no longer had a pack to rely on, she no longer lived the life of a human. She couldn't even recall the last time she had shifted to her human form. She was a wolf now.
Keira leap forwards, powerful legs allowing her to swiftly move along the bumpy terrain. She jumped over the coiled shaped roots of pines that bulged from the hard soil, easily avoiding the trees and other vegetation alike. The wounded rabbit had sensed her coming and made a run for it. But it was already too late. She had caught sight of her next meal and would not let it skip away. Her lips parted, revealing a row of razor sharp teeth, itching to pierce the flesh of her running prey. With each step she came closer to the target, with each mighty leap she got closer to what she craved. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, fueling her with energy. She was so caught up in the race for the first meal of the week that she almost missed another scent that wind had brought to her. Almost.
The next moment she halted, watching the rabbit run away and disappear in distance. Her fur raised at her neck and ears lowered to her head. This other smell was no animal. This smell was much more detailed, more specific. A hunter's scent. A low growl rumbled through her chest. It was close to where she was, but she could not pin point a precise direction. Hunters were sly. They used tricks to lure werewolves such as herself in and hunt them down. She was a rogue. The law didn't protect her. Once you're kicked out from your pack, your life falls into hands of government. That is, if you get caught. It had been three months since she became a rogue. Up until now, she had managed to hold onto her freedom, and she did not plan on changing that. Keira listened for any sounds, trying to catch a glimpse of where could the possible danger be hiding. She could sense someones presence, but she couldn't see anyone. Her body set into motion, one thought in mind - to get away from whoever was after her. Even if she couldn't see him - she felt him.
The air was filled with scent of rain. The sky was still clear, but she could smell it coming. A storm approaching to relieve the lands of heat that had surged over the country. Even the grass had become sharp like blades sticking up from the dryness, crunching underneath her paws like virgin snow. Through the green mass of woods a large, dark figure could be seen lurking in shadows. Keira was sneaking past the bushes, her figure hunched over and muscles tense. Anyone who would look at her though would not see a girl however, instead they would see a pitch black wolf in the same size as grown human. Her eyes glowed bright amber, catching the light of evening sun. She lifted her muzzle, sniffing the sweet, warm air. There was another scent mixing among the rainwater and dry moss. A scent of blood no more than a mile from where she was. Her ears perked. There was also a rapid heartbeat and sound of something small moving through bushes. She took another step forwards, her large form lowering to the ground even more. It was her first prey in a week. The heat killed a lot of small animals. They were hiding away from predators such as herself. And since she no longer had a pack to rely on, she no longer lived the life of a human. She couldn't even recall the last time she had shifted to her human form. She was a wolf now.
Keira leap forwards, powerful legs allowing her to swiftly move along the bumpy terrain. She jumped over the coiled shaped roots of pines that bulged from the hard soil, easily avoiding the trees and other vegetation alike. The wounded rabbit had sensed her coming and made a run for it. But it was already too late. She had caught sight of her next meal and would not let it skip away. Her lips parted, revealing a row of razor sharp teeth, itching to pierce the flesh of her running prey. With each step she came closer to the target, with each mighty leap she got closer to what she craved. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, fueling her with energy. She was so caught up in the race for the first meal of the week that she almost missed another scent that wind had brought to her. Almost.
The next moment she halted, watching the rabbit run away and disappear in distance. Her fur raised at her neck and ears lowered to her head. This other smell was no animal. This smell was much more detailed, more specific. A hunter's scent. A low growl rumbled through her chest. It was close to where she was, but she could not pin point a precise direction. Hunters were sly. They used tricks to lure werewolves such as herself in and hunt them down. She was a rogue. The law didn't protect her. Once you're kicked out from your pack, your life falls into hands of government. That is, if you get caught. It had been three months since she became a rogue. Up until now, she had managed to hold onto her freedom, and she did not plan on changing that. Keira listened for any sounds, trying to catch a glimpse of where could the possible danger be hiding. She could sense someones presence, but she couldn't see anyone. Her body set into motion, one thought in mind - to get away from whoever was after her. Even if she couldn't see him - she felt him.