Post by Patchwork on Jul 22, 2008 0:16:11 GMT -6
Baying was a she-wolf, white and blue colorings in her fur. The she-wolf stood on a small hill, her tail twitching and seemingly moving to the tone of the baying. She was howling a song she knew very well, and she loved it greatly. It was called "Dani California" and she still couldn't help with grin as she howled the tune.
Oddly enough, it was just her. She had left to train here, to unlock her powers alone.
Or so she thought.
Her purple eyes opened when she finished the song, growling as she picked up a smell. A battle cry of a bear made the she-wolf look over, a spell muttered under her breath and a shield formed around her. THe bear hit the barrier, falling back. It was black with red symbols. It was apparently strong, and it was really quite an odd animal to the she-wolf. She howled and a rain of fire descended upon the black bear, not doing much t it. "It's Xana's beast," she said with a snort. Her tone was strongly French. "Come on, little boy! Bring it, or are you scared of a girl?" she teased, smirking. The bear rose up and struck at the she-wolf, who was hit hard and thrown into a tree. She dropped and grunted. "OW! That hurt, you little baiseur[/u]*!" she growled, standing. Her eyes flashed colors and she watched the bear charge her.
The wolf jumped and bit into the bear's neck, tasting no blood. She growled and ripped at the shoulder of the bear for only a second, for the bear rammed her into the groubnd. She yelled and sunk her fangs into its chest, cutting through the symbol. She jumped away as it exploded. "Damned beast," she said and licked her paw. She looked around, feeling very odd; like she knew there was something more out there, watching her.
*= "baiseur" means "Fucker" in French. Siara has a very strong tendency to curse in French when in pain or, as shown, annoyed.
Oddly enough, it was just her. She had left to train here, to unlock her powers alone.
Or so she thought.
Her purple eyes opened when she finished the song, growling as she picked up a smell. A battle cry of a bear made the she-wolf look over, a spell muttered under her breath and a shield formed around her. THe bear hit the barrier, falling back. It was black with red symbols. It was apparently strong, and it was really quite an odd animal to the she-wolf. She howled and a rain of fire descended upon the black bear, not doing much t it. "It's Xana's beast," she said with a snort. Her tone was strongly French. "Come on, little boy! Bring it, or are you scared of a girl?" she teased, smirking. The bear rose up and struck at the she-wolf, who was hit hard and thrown into a tree. She dropped and grunted. "OW! That hurt, you little baiseur[/u]*!" she growled, standing. Her eyes flashed colors and she watched the bear charge her.
The wolf jumped and bit into the bear's neck, tasting no blood. She growled and ripped at the shoulder of the bear for only a second, for the bear rammed her into the groubnd. She yelled and sunk her fangs into its chest, cutting through the symbol. She jumped away as it exploded. "Damned beast," she said and licked her paw. She looked around, feeling very odd; like she knew there was something more out there, watching her.
*= "baiseur" means "Fucker" in French. Siara has a very strong tendency to curse in French when in pain or, as shown, annoyed.