Everything at once (Hunter)

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[atrb=background,http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae113/gimble2355/cobaltmiddle_zpsb049f257.jpg] It was a grey morning, and although it was close to midday, there was little warmth to the air. Frost still covered the grass and the leaves that lay on the ground, blanketing the meadow with white. Around it, the bare trees swung lazily, creaking in the bitter breeze. In the middle of the clearing lay a heap of white, the lone canine staring blankly into the horizon. The wind stirred his silky fur, and although he had been there for hours, the borzoi didn't seem to be affected at all. There was an air of great concentration on his face, as though he was looking at something extremely important. But the fact was, he was only waiting for something interesting to show up. Being a genius sometimes lead him to be bored with things around him. He had been to this meadow before. He knew all it's secrets. He wanted something new, something interesting to stumble by. So he could learn something. Knowledge was something he yearned for more than anything. He wasn't interested in war, or others, or anything really except learning new things about how the world worked. His father had taught him many things, things he had learned from the scientist he had lived with, and Cobalt often regretted that he was no longer there. Not because he had loved his father, he wasn't capable of that, but because he could have taught him so much more. He had had enough. Stretching, the white canine got up, looking around him. He was dying for something to show up. His long legs set him in motion, slowly, aimlessly. The ground was hard and wet under his paw pads, making him grimace in annoyance. Lifting his paws up high, he continued onwards. Skirting the edge of the woods, the male sniffed the air. He stopped. There was the scent of another canine on the air. Giggling with excitement, the white borzoi trotted eagerly toward the source of the scent. Maybe something interesting would finally happen that day? ------------------------------------------------- words; 339 muse; 4/10 tags; Hunter with Clegane! notes; OMG, sorry it sucks so much. The next will be better >.>

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/fapmbo.jpg] Head low to the ground, The Hound followed the scent of a hare. He was out of patrol this morning and had therefore gone hunting, wanting to chase down his own kill. Though he was a big dog, seven years of age and Soldier of the bloody Paw on forth year, he was still fit for fight to hunt down prey on his own. He was far from falling behind on it, his massive body still packed with hard muscles and temper flaring just like the fire which had eaten the skin on his face, leaving a nasty burning mark on the left side of his ugly visage. Not that it only had been his bitch of a brother who’d left him with a pretty souvenir. The tiger Amoraq had clawed his skin off the left side of his chest while the lioness Icefang had ripped off half his left ear. His frame therefore seemed to be from two different times. His right side looked almost intact, almost as he’d looked like before the quarrels with his family, before he enlisted in the Tempest pack, while his left side was harassed with battles in his lifetime. Who would have thought that such nasty a beast could be a father? Probably no one. But here he was, ugly as shit and still together with a nice mate, a devilish bitch who’d given him the dam best offspring a male like him could ever wish for. Though one of his sons had died, though his little princess Iri had left, though his princess Victoria was half deaf and though his princess Maevin was crippled, Clegane was still sure he’d gotten the best offspring he could ever want. At first he’d been worried about Iri’s disappearance, but it had only taken a day to calm his nerves. Even though Natiri never had been a real warrior, she was still able to take care of herself. He’d always made sure that his offspring could take care of themselves, and for Iri it’d been best to leave the pack to live on her own. She’s fine, he thought, confident in himself, nostrils still tracking the scent of the hare. He’d taught them everything he’d learned from his wild dog of a mother who’d taken care of three puppies all by herself. So if Iri couldn’t survive on her own, it certainly wouldn’t be his fault. The scent of the hare led him to the outskirts of the forest where the meadow started. And there it was. His burned muscles twisted as he smiled, looking at the hare from the bushes where he was hiding. The hare was digging for grass in the snow, all oblivious to his presence since he was downwind. But he needed to act soon, because the lack of leaves on the bushes would make it easy for the hare to see him if it for some reason should turn around. He crouched, muscles in his body tensing before leaping over the bushes, landing on the hare, snatching its spine over in two. The hare fell to the ground, dead, and he huffed with satisfaction of the kill. Quick and clean, nothing there. The metallic tasting liquid felt right in his mouth, but when he dipped his head to eat, the scent of another canine reached his nostrils. Looking up again, The Hound soon found the source of the scent; a tall white canine, standing at the edge of the forest pretty far from him. Narrowing his eyes, Clegane saw that the male also had noticed him and he wondered for how long the unknown canine would keep such big a distance. Though he couldn’t see the other male’s features due to the far distance between them, The Hound still had the nagging feeling that the white Borsoi soon would pace in his direction.

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[atrb=background,http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae113/gimble2355/cobaltmiddle_zpsb049f257.jpg] The white borzoi could see little of the canine he was trying to approach, other than his inky black coat and athletic appearance, and that was enough to trigger the canine's curiosity. What breed would he turn out to be? Rottweiler, dobermann? With a light-hearted smile, the white canine trotted joyously towards the stranger, not giving a thought towards his safety. What surprises did this canine hide? What new things could he learn? That was all he was interested in. Not if he could make a friend out of this stranger, not if he was in danger approaching him, not for any other reason except to learn something out of this new creature. It seemed that although he was constantly happy, there was little that he actually cared about, for he was unable to care for anything. Most didn't actually understand his meaning when he talked, which often lead to misinterpretations. But he didn't know that. To him, why others didn't seem to understand him was a mystery. He was getting nearer now, and he could see that the canine had spotted him also. At the stranger's feet, a dead rabbit cast an mouth-watering scent into the air, only further inciting the white canine to come closer. With wonder the tall dog realised that the stranger a few feet away from him was the one who had killed the rabbit, which immediately gained the newcomer a great deal of respect from the white borzoi. Whenever he tried to hunt, it always ended in failure. Often, he would try to sneak up on prey and get distracted halfway there, which gave ample time for the creature to sense him and run. Then, he would simply try again, and always would he come up empty handed. The white canine looked up, for the first time noticing the stranger's face. What he saw made him take a step back, his eyes wide. The left half of his face was devoid of fur between the eye and the mouth, an ugly burnt scar visible for all to see. It gave the stranger a threatening, battle-worn air that gave Cobalt the creeps. But as soon as the shock was over, the white dog took a step forward again, his tail wagging happily and a joyous smile on his face again. This definitely was a strange specimen. The black dog gave him the impression of a rigid, hardened soul, a soul who had been through fire and emerged only stronger. And although there seemed to be a burning hatred in the dog's heart, there was still a place for love. How this canine could reconcile his darkest and lightest sides in the same being was something Cobalt couldn't really understand. How could there be both in this canine? “Black and white. How can that be?” he muttered to himself, a puzzled look suddenly appearing on his face. “Black and white, together makes grey. Yes, grey it makes. But antimatter and matter annihilate. Does black and white annihilate too? Or does it make grey? I don't understand. I don't understand,”

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words; 541
muse; 8/10
tags; Hunter with Clegane! <3
notes; I'm really, really sorry this took so long! Dx [/color][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]