Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2019 22:49:51 GMT -6
Finally. The she-wolf was in luck. An elderly dik dik strayed just a little too far from the herd while grazing close to the line of trees. It was an easy kill. Well, easy enough. Ovia had never hunted in the snow before, so she was thankful the ground had already been hardened by the traveling deer in the area. Her pelt also made it easier for her to blend into the winter wonderland. Thirdly, elderly deer were already weaker than the young, strong bucks, especially during the midst of winter.
Ovia had dragged her kill into the line of trees solely off of instinct. There, it would be out of sight of any other predators in the area and not ward off any other prey as well. Her entire maw was streaked with deer blood. She licked her chops. It didn't take her long to strip the kill of any large chunks of meat. Her yellow eyes peered up from her kill to scan the trees after filling her hungry belly. There wasn't any sign of the prey still lingering at the edge of the forest.
Ooh, but that itch was still there. Ovia huffed. She was right when she had thought this heat wasn't going to go away anytime soon. The white wolf lifted her back leg to scratch her itchy shoulder blade. She lifted her chin, revealing a bare streak of skin on the underside. Proof of her violent past remained in the shape of two obvious fang marks, one just below her chin and another above her left limb. The scars had grown with her skin. Her brothers had always teased her about it. It bothered her, especially since she couldn't see what they looked like herself. She imagined they were huge and rotting and disgusting, but it was mainly just her imagination showing them as demonic signs.
But this itch! The more Ovia scratched the itch, the stronger it came back. The female gave out a whiny moan as she stared out towards the edge of the trees. She remembered her first heat clearly. Her brothers had smelled her heat before she or her mother had. They would constantly nip at her tail and back legs and play way too rough for her. She found herself ending up on her back throughout the day, pinned to the ground while they inspected her from head to tail. There was little her mother would do either. She kept telling her it wasn't going to stop any time soon. Constantly defending her wouldn't teach her anything. Ovia hadn't learning anything from being forced to face them either... She could only hope she didn't encounter too many faces in her delusional state.
Perhaps... The untouched, frothy snow past the trees looked so inviting. Without thinking, Ovia sprinted for the meadow, throwing herself at the ground once she felt the softer snow beneath her paws. She rubbed her blood-stained mouth into the cold ground, leaving a trail of disturbed snow. She only made it a few steps before she tripped and fell fully into the mounds of snow. Her white body disappeared into the meadow. Then she burst through the snow, leaping with excitement. The cold touch of the snow was perfect for her feverish itch. It felt amazing to engulf herself in pure delight.
It got up her nose! No, no! The white she-wolf sat up and scrunched her nose up. Her eyes glazed over for a brief moment as she felt the cold touch rush to her sinuses. Oh it was a terrible feeling! It caught her off guard and Ovia couldn't help but let out a yelp of surprise. She shook her head violently and sneezed. The warmth returned to her nose. That was a very unpleasant thing that just happened. As quickly as it had hit her, Ovia was just as quick to return to her merriment frolicking and rolling in the deeper pockets of snow.
Ovia had dragged her kill into the line of trees solely off of instinct. There, it would be out of sight of any other predators in the area and not ward off any other prey as well. Her entire maw was streaked with deer blood. She licked her chops. It didn't take her long to strip the kill of any large chunks of meat. Her yellow eyes peered up from her kill to scan the trees after filling her hungry belly. There wasn't any sign of the prey still lingering at the edge of the forest.
Ooh, but that itch was still there. Ovia huffed. She was right when she had thought this heat wasn't going to go away anytime soon. The white wolf lifted her back leg to scratch her itchy shoulder blade. She lifted her chin, revealing a bare streak of skin on the underside. Proof of her violent past remained in the shape of two obvious fang marks, one just below her chin and another above her left limb. The scars had grown with her skin. Her brothers had always teased her about it. It bothered her, especially since she couldn't see what they looked like herself. She imagined they were huge and rotting and disgusting, but it was mainly just her imagination showing them as demonic signs.
But this itch! The more Ovia scratched the itch, the stronger it came back. The female gave out a whiny moan as she stared out towards the edge of the trees. She remembered her first heat clearly. Her brothers had smelled her heat before she or her mother had. They would constantly nip at her tail and back legs and play way too rough for her. She found herself ending up on her back throughout the day, pinned to the ground while they inspected her from head to tail. There was little her mother would do either. She kept telling her it wasn't going to stop any time soon. Constantly defending her wouldn't teach her anything. Ovia hadn't learning anything from being forced to face them either... She could only hope she didn't encounter too many faces in her delusional state.
Perhaps... The untouched, frothy snow past the trees looked so inviting. Without thinking, Ovia sprinted for the meadow, throwing herself at the ground once she felt the softer snow beneath her paws. She rubbed her blood-stained mouth into the cold ground, leaving a trail of disturbed snow. She only made it a few steps before she tripped and fell fully into the mounds of snow. Her white body disappeared into the meadow. Then she burst through the snow, leaping with excitement. The cold touch of the snow was perfect for her feverish itch. It felt amazing to engulf herself in pure delight.
It got up her nose! No, no! The white she-wolf sat up and scrunched her nose up. Her eyes glazed over for a brief moment as she felt the cold touch rush to her sinuses. Oh it was a terrible feeling! It caught her off guard and Ovia couldn't help but let out a yelp of surprise. She shook her head violently and sneezed. The warmth returned to her nose. That was a very unpleasant thing that just happened. As quickly as it had hit her, Ovia was just as quick to return to her merriment frolicking and rolling in the deeper pockets of snow.
Valkyrie 
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