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Post by Gwendolyn Beaumont on Sept 25, 2011 19:15:04 GMT -5
A fierce rumbling could be heard within the training yard, originating from a furry predator's chest. Threat. Hunt. Kill. The words repeated within the wolf's head as her eyes narrowed upon the various moving targets that had been covered in various vampire scents. She pinned her ears back to her skull, her lips curling upwards as she bared her teeth in a vicious snarl. All human thoughts and traits had disappeared centuries ago leaving only a ferocious animal with one mission in mind - destroy all supernaturals. She shifted from paw to paw, letting her sharp claws slip in and out of the rich soil beneath her. The earth was strong enough to carry her weight and yet was soft enough to be not only comforting but to allow her claws to sink effortlessly through it. She took in every advantage and disadvantage this ground, this terrain, had using it to her benefit.
She watched the electronic 'vampire' targets move in random directions with random speeds. It was as 'real' as real situations could get without using real vampires and real danger to go with it. She noted there was no wind, and with the clouds hiding the stars and moon in the night's sky there was almost no light. Perfect conditions to hunt. Embracing her killer instincts she leapt into action. The targets flew this way and that at alarming speeds forcing the she-wolf to use every bit of strength, speed, flexibility, and stamina she had. She wove between them, leapt over a few, her claws and teeth slashing through the targets with lethal aim. With each stride she inhaled and exhaled, every heightened sense on full alert so she could take in any and every shift that occured. Within moments she had slaughtered the entire army of 'vampires'. She stood on the other end of the training yard, panting a little, her jaw open with her tongue lolling out to the side.
Satisfaction rolled through her body at the destruction she had caused. She was a thousand years old - she had so much time to perfect the ways of the hunter. She knew she was the best there was. The most deadly as well. Pride rested upon her mind as she puffed out her chest and stood tall. With a swish of her tail she sashayed away from the destruction knowing within moments it would be all fixed for the next user of that particular equipment. Licking her sharp canines she listened to the surroundings. Her head and ears flickered towards a questioning sound, tilting her head and inhaling deeply as she took in all the scents. Supernatural being. Threat. Hunt. Kill. The wolf thought, a growl almost passing her lips. Without hesitation she began stalking forward, melting with the shadows as she trailed the scent.
She padded silently through the training yard, instinctively using every bit of cover she had and keeping herself low to the ground. As she got closer her belly pressed against the ground, making her as low and unvisable to the eye as possible. A deadly look appeared on her lupine features as she set eyes on her very real target. She could feel her teeth itching to sink into the flesh of her target. She loved ripping her victims to pieces and then burning them. It was always so much fun to tear a concious - after all you can't deem a vampire alive - being to pieces. The screams... the horrified looks... the pleading... It was like heaven to the elder lycan. Her fluffy tail twitched, her dark silver-grey coat not visable from where she was crouched. With a black face, hazel eyes, four black legs, a black dorsal stripe, and a black tip on her tail, there was absolutely no doubt that Gwen was a very beautiful wolf. Beautiful and deadly.
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