To the outskirts of Empyrean, did she find the scent of a vulpine, crawling far too close into the territory then anyone's preference. She could tell he was entering in and out, often coming to the nameless mountain birds. She warned, a series of growling that came onto the border and marking — to tell it to shove off. Even a howl, faint for those on the mound to here but enough where surely the fox, who kept drawing here, would head her.
To take life aimlessly was not one she liked — yet he didn't stop. She found him upon the mountain peaks, enjoying that of a carcass of a measly rabbit.. Even after her warnings, growlings to the night to a figure she never seen. Only once though, would she give it, especially since the trail at the time was relatively faint, like a quick escape through but perhaps he became cocky to her warning. She wouldn't hunt him down, but he..
Desdemona came after the vulpine, fangs of fury as it tried to flee from Empyrean growns and into the great wilds, but Desdemona wouldn't let it. It was no wolf, an easy kill for the mistake it take and all on it's own. She knew that the crown of Empyrean wouldn't want it to continue its survival — with a pride that it stole from their land. Teeth scavenging through as she nipped it's backside, a continue lead toward the outside lands and even out of the territory altogether, but she was determined, and did not let go.
Upon its legs were their nicks of her teeth, and she was ready for the pounce, as the fox kept running.
To take life aimlessly was not one she liked — yet he didn't stop. She found him upon the mountain peaks, enjoying that of a carcass of a measly rabbit.. Even after her warnings, growlings to the night to a figure she never seen. Only once though, would she give it, especially since the trail at the time was relatively faint, like a quick escape through but perhaps he became cocky to her warning. She wouldn't hunt him down, but he..
Desdemona came after the vulpine, fangs of fury as it tried to flee from Empyrean growns and into the great wilds, but Desdemona wouldn't let it. It was no wolf, an easy kill for the mistake it take and all on it's own. She knew that the crown of Empyrean wouldn't want it to continue its survival — with a pride that it stole from their land. Teeth scavenging through as she nipped it's backside, a continue lead toward the outside lands and even out of the territory altogether, but she was determined, and did not let go.
Upon its legs were their nicks of her teeth, and she was ready for the pounce, as the fox kept running.
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