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Visionary
11-07-2021, 07:20 PM
The crows kept calling. The more she walked the more they cawed to the trees, an endless loop where they continued to look down upon her with beady blacks — a watching, eyes never anywhere else besides the silver wolf through the mountains. Even as she continued further it was like their flock kept growing and she not help but hold a wariness through. Each step was but a surroundment of these birds, something unfamiliar and brought an unease to each step she took, for a paw shifting the ground was met with an audible screeching from them all. 

When she was faced with a pathway they held an aggression, wings spread outward as they continued to screech, almost as if a wall, a barricade for whatever was a head. She not help but turn her head around, for it was like all around was but a well of birds.. Except one, a lone white crow within a distance. Calm amongst the storm, an eye that was away from the pathway ahead — a stare beyond to what was behind. 

Then it took off, but not without the cloud of crows within the distance following after, a shadow to the blinding white.. Miriam's eyes followed them until the sight could not be scene, before a silver gaze back to the dark forest ahead of her so — something mixed within her self, and all that it was to her religion, a faint memory of the Priestess's lectures..

Watch what the world was telling, but what was it telling her? Ahead was something she knew not, was it a warning, or a sign?

@Maeve

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11-11-2021, 04:05 PM
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Whilst the shine of silver would be enticing to many, be it a trinket or bijouterie, the desire to pursue such a precious decoration in a manner of curiosity and hunger was not at the forefront of Maeve's intentions here. The austerity, her prime focus of this game, was to rid the pest that had prolonged its stay amidst her mountains. The silver wolf was not a jewel in her mind, but a piece of valueless metal.  

The powdery carpet of white aided her stealth. The level in which she carried her wide head was low, a mere inch or two away from the surface she purposely lived amongst; to blend and camouflage herself to her prey - in this instance, it was from the charm that was the wolf. 

Annoying caws and screeches of another vermin followed the wolf, and in doing so were following Maeve herself. She stuck to the eerie woodlands, using its walls to make herself unnoticed and rounded its edges to cut off where the wolf now faced. With the mutts path now heading in her direction, toward her own Tartarus. The unyielding binds of her anger toward canines were coiled up, spring-loaded and ready to pounce. 

The cat now lay low to the ground, awaiting the wolf to walk into the devastating trap. The fold of her ears tucked neatly against her solid head. And the dark pupils of her eyes were tunnel-visioned and locked upon the heedless dog.
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Visionary
11-18-2021, 01:46 AM
Though she followed the religion, Miriam had trouble reading the signs well. She remembered greatly, on the misunderstanding of how she thought one man was someone sent by the Horned God himself, to protect the maidens. A wandering lady within her first heat, she knew not how to control the darkness seeping in and the lustful gains that came toward it — and a wistful night that brought a dark period for herself. Though blessed at the same time, for though it had happened, the Goddess had granted her but one bright to the misfortune that had fallen upon herself — beautiful children, that too, were whisked away to the darkness itself.

If only she could read the signs more clearly — just maybe, just maybe! Her beautiful twins would still be together, or come on a day they were destined to, with the blooming of love she always hoped to gain. Pay attention, Miriam reminded herself, read the magic the earth itself granted, the signs that would foretell what path she may entrust herself to. She knew it was a sign, whether the Goddess herself was telling, or the Earth was predicating her movements, she carefully thought..

White raven, cloud away...

She couldn't tell.

She moved forward to ravens held close to the trees, unknowing of the white shadow that lurked into trees.

But Miriam needed to know, what sign she could not see.

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11-22-2021, 07:20 PM
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The ticking of her metaphorical watch grew louder, as it thrummed in unison with her steady pounding heart. The adrenaline rising like the heavy cloud of crows taking wing before her. She grew restless, and became paranoid the silver wolf knew she was there. They were taking cautious steps toward her, leaving delicate indents in the snow,  and with each one, Maeves' claws sliced at the powder beneath her, finding her grip, finding her time to pounce.

...When the time was right, and her target grew larger as they closed the space Maeve yearned to be shut, she pushed herself out of her hidden cage of trees, and leapt toward the wolf, a guttural growl her war-call as her front paws landed in front of the wolf. Head low and ears taut back, her eyes screamed of the anger and hate for the canine in front of her.

Maeve was ready. But was the wolf?

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#5
Visionary
11-24-2021, 03:09 AM
Danger, was what the birds were squawking at her — the direct message from the world itself as the white shadow emerged from the woods. Her head quickly turning to what once was the direction of the white crow, but their flock had long been departed. She could feel her heart racing, a misinterpretation of what the Goddess herself was trying to inform Miriam wasn't told correctly, woven from the core itself only to be thrown to the dust as she ventured forward into the very danger it had read. She was no Priestess, and she bit her lip on this error of judgement.

They fled the opposite direction, away from where the white terror prowled forth, facing the maiden who could feel her head shrinking and body lowering ; cowering, a whimper.. She had to run, Miriam knew she had to run that way! Follow.. Follow the flock, for they were the signs itself to what was the moment of now, and surely so, would they save her? She couldn't help but let out but the smallest sob of worry, as the wolf quickly turned her body to flee away.

Though she knew not if she was fast enough to escape the others paws.

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#6
11-24-2021, 05:57 PM
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It wouldn't take long for the wolf to clock what was going on, and within that split momentum of recognition, Maeve sought her chance and pushed her hind legs against the slippery snow, agile enough to propel herself forth just like she would toward the goats of the mountain. 

As her target spun, to make haste in her get away. The angered feline had already thrown a paw out to grip at a hind leg, just enough to claw at it and perhaps knock them off balance. They weren't prepared to kill them, but intimidate and frighten the lone roamer from coming near her and having the audacity to be wondering the same path as she did. 

She despised them so, and if she was successful in grazing a back leg, or knocking them off balance, both would result in the same. Her mouth already parted and raring to strike, she would throw her head forward to bite on the same leg she had aimed for. 
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#7
11-30-2021, 05:25 PM
The terror behind as the sound of beasts bursting through her head, a chanting of 'run, run,' from a voice not of her own. Pleading, with the world below her to let her escape in time before a capturing — but alas, as mortal as she was her legs could not outrun that of the terrors of northern mountains. She could feel the claws sinking in, tearing her down and pulling as if trapped in water itself — and she fell to the ground.

A scream could be heard from Miriam, as she could feel teeth sink into her leg, and a plea was yelled at, for someone, anyone to help so. Yet in the quiet winter, none would hear, not even the companions she adored — for her adventurous heart lured her too far. However, signs had toyed her away, warned her of the horrors of the moment, and she did not listen!

A glistening, damn starlit eye looking toward where the flock had flown too, and she knew, her only change to survive was to follow where. Somewhere, anywhere but from where she currently is as her leg screamed and burned from the pain, fangs unlike a wolf piercing through the flesh as Miriam cried out in a terror, trying to move — trying to push away and flee.

Her pleas could be heard but not to the beast itself, as she prayed to the heavens and continued asking the Goddess for help, a chance to escape, or a luck to enrapture itself upon Miriam. Yet she knew, no help would come — for her foolishness had missed the signs of magic that was given to flee.. All she could was cry, and flail in any attempt to get away.

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#8
12-04-2021, 12:25 PM (This post was last modified: 01-04-2022, 07:11 PM by Maev. Edited 1 time in total.)
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A terrible song of anguish came from the canine, entwining and gnarling in with her snarls, it was a melody that would delineate their confrontation of cat versus dog, and for this very reason, Maeve would act swift in her aim to cast out the wolf from her path, not needing to draw the unwanted attention of other mutts to take a fancy with putting their paw in the game.

Her ears strained to flatten further to drown out the wretched protesting noises the wolf pitifully cried out. With teeth satisfyingly puncturing the hind leg, blood began to blemish the perfect white carpet underfoot, and with the metallic tang dancing upon her tongue, she would compact her short jaws together, adding an additional injury to the nuisance that was the dog.

With cerulean, devil eyes concentrating only on her prize, she paid no mind to the crows that were the flag of peril to the passerby.

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#9
12-05-2021, 08:43 PM
As Miriam struggled so she could feel the fangs gliding through her skin, especially as she pushed herself away. Blood ran to down to her thighs, marking a scarlet pool to the white snow itself. A cowering horror, but she knew that she could stay for long, for though a grab may have been weakened, it didn't mean she was free. As movement to scramble up a shock reigned to her leg, she struggled and nearly fell.. It hurt, and she prayed, to somehow escape the white devil of these lands. 

She moved, all force as her body screamed to stop and stand, her leg dropping in a crimson carpet, but what else could she do, but run? In the faint hope the other would grow lose her trial, even though as she looked back it left a mark upon the white.

Protect me, Goddess.

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01-04-2022, 07:11 PM (This post was last modified: 01-04-2022, 07:12 PM by Maev. Edited 2 times in total.)
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The desperation of the wolf only deepened the searing of her angered mark. With the fraying of flesh unravelling with the strains against her teeth, Maeve was satisfied the silver jewel had more than paid her duty, so she swayed her thick cranium with a flick and parted her crimson-stained canines away from the bloodied mess of a leg. 

From the tension ever-increasing, and the momentum the pathetic wolf pushed and pulled against the volatile cat, they would be jolted forward with the release. And Maeve curled her body inwards seeing them fall away from her. Head very much aligned with the straightness of her spine, and with darkened, displeased eyes, she watched the injured wolf, preparing herself if they were to return the attack or, better still, flee from her never-ending wrath.

'Leave', a low grumble came from her, breaking the moments' silence if the wolf hadn't yet turned to contemplate battling her. Whether they understood her vocabulary or not, Maeve had little interest in this. 
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#11
01-16-2022, 09:17 PM
No chase came behind, she could not hear the galloping and roaring of the wind as the beast would've, but didn't. Instead words rumbled through, the white devil leaving damnation, a sentence of leaving and Miriam did not take those words lightly.. She ran where her paws could, blood dripping as she went but it wasn't as severe as thought to be ; light wounds, markers of ripped skin but muscle in-tact and bones undamaged — emotionally scarred and torn, she was..

Horrified, and ran into the abyss.

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