Myra's Revenge
Myra \ Revenge / 4 / Vargs of D.arkness / Delta Female / Shapeshifting ; Feral Mind ; Empathy
Myra shook herself, settled her large wings against her body and padded swiftly after the dark male. "They were all over in our grasslands," she said with a happy tone, "Hundreds of them." The monochromatic wolf looked into the room and blinked in surprise. "Oh, wow. That's a lot of furs." It took her a few moments to recover from her surprise, but she said, "I think the winter will be, too. But I can't be sure. That was one of Rage's powers, not mine." she gave a sad sort of shrug, but she didn't seem to be as upset at the mention of him as she had been not even ten minutes prior.
Pyro Elyon
Pyro / 19 / Hunter / Bow & Arrow ; Knives ; Guns
Pyro gave a sarcastic snort in response to James' teachings, although he was, in fact, thankful. "It'll take time, but I'll get it. It's just like hunting. If you miss, you pay for it. Especially when what you're aiming at bites." He grimaced. Of course, he was speaking of when he still hunted wolves, although the only time he missed was four years prior, and he was attacked. He had scars from it, of course, and it had taken him nearly three months to properly recover from the injuries. Thankfully there had been a doctor from afar who was in town who had experience with wolf attacks.
Pyro still clearly remembered that day. He'd only survived because the wolf that attacked him had been called away by some other wolf. He also remembered the look on his mother's face when he'd stumbled into the kitchen, his bow broken, quiver missing, and him covered in blood.
With a quiet, pained sound, he focused back on the water, although he had one arm a little further back, pressing against the bite scar that he had just under his ribcage. His hands shot into the water, and when he drew his hands back out, he had a fish, and a triumphant little smirk on his lips.
