Hunt, hunt, scent, scent, find, find, kill, kill, seek, seek, hunger.
Must find the scent, the female, reward. Mistress.
These were the only thoughts he knew, the only thoughts he dared to have. Atop a roof, for most in winter it would be difficult to track scent so far away from the ground. He was not most. No, he was Mistress? most precious, mistress? faultless hound.
Mistress behind him was absolutely still, but she was always perfect in all that she did. She could wait for eons if she had too for the hunt, and Hound could only wonder at her endurance while his blood stirred for the chase.
He remembered the scent. His Mistress had given him the fabric to play with, hold in his mouth, and carry it for a ways until the unique signature of the female was memorized. He could find her now, anywhere. Or on anyone she?d touched. He felt pride at how well his Mistress had taught him.
The night sky had terrified him at first, so vast, and open with no end in sight, not like the comfort of below. He could not afford to be distracted by it all, he had to find the taste of her or Mistress would be displeased with him.
The sky kept weeping, at first it was disconcerting, eventually that too had to be pushed out of his mind for concentration. All for the hunt, for the chase.
Hunt, hunt, scent, scen?
What was that? Raising upon his haunches the Hound tipped his face up to the sky, breathing deep. So faint, as if it had been burned away by fire, an afterthought- yet it was unmistakable. The scent.
Hounds body became tense; he swiveled around and lowered his head, extending his neck to point in the direction he had smelled it.
Behind him, Mistress? brown eyes showed pleasure and she reached down to lay a hand upon the Hound?s bare, black head, scratching fondly behind a half mangled pointed ear. The drow naked but for collar, chain, as well as muzzle half-closed his eyes in a sign of pleasure at his Mistress? touch.
Mistress? sent her sights over the buildings below, iris flaring dull sooty red in infrared vision. The cacophony of rainbow-heat shimmering was confusing at first, orange, yellow, pink, blue, purples, reds?But one shape stood distinctly out. Humanoid shaped bright white as the sun and burning hotter than anything else did.
The Mistress? lifted her hand, two fingers, then three, a circular motion with a downward arc in the absolute silence.
All around the Hound and the Mistress?, red eyes in the dark flared to sullen life. One set after another, after another until the roof tops looked as if they had been decorated by some wholly evil child.
The Mistress smiled, to pet the Hound upon the head once more. He felt immense pleasure.
It was time for the hunt.
Must find the scent, the female, reward. Mistress.
These were the only thoughts he knew, the only thoughts he dared to have. Atop a roof, for most in winter it would be difficult to track scent so far away from the ground. He was not most. No, he was Mistress? most precious, mistress? faultless hound.
Mistress behind him was absolutely still, but she was always perfect in all that she did. She could wait for eons if she had too for the hunt, and Hound could only wonder at her endurance while his blood stirred for the chase.
He remembered the scent. His Mistress had given him the fabric to play with, hold in his mouth, and carry it for a ways until the unique signature of the female was memorized. He could find her now, anywhere. Or on anyone she?d touched. He felt pride at how well his Mistress had taught him.
The night sky had terrified him at first, so vast, and open with no end in sight, not like the comfort of below. He could not afford to be distracted by it all, he had to find the taste of her or Mistress would be displeased with him.
The sky kept weeping, at first it was disconcerting, eventually that too had to be pushed out of his mind for concentration. All for the hunt, for the chase.
Hunt, hunt, scent, scen?
What was that? Raising upon his haunches the Hound tipped his face up to the sky, breathing deep. So faint, as if it had been burned away by fire, an afterthought- yet it was unmistakable. The scent.
Hounds body became tense; he swiveled around and lowered his head, extending his neck to point in the direction he had smelled it.
Behind him, Mistress? brown eyes showed pleasure and she reached down to lay a hand upon the Hound?s bare, black head, scratching fondly behind a half mangled pointed ear. The drow naked but for collar, chain, as well as muzzle half-closed his eyes in a sign of pleasure at his Mistress? touch.
Mistress? sent her sights over the buildings below, iris flaring dull sooty red in infrared vision. The cacophony of rainbow-heat shimmering was confusing at first, orange, yellow, pink, blue, purples, reds?But one shape stood distinctly out. Humanoid shaped bright white as the sun and burning hotter than anything else did.
The Mistress? lifted her hand, two fingers, then three, a circular motion with a downward arc in the absolute silence.
All around the Hound and the Mistress?, red eyes in the dark flared to sullen life. One set after another, after another until the roof tops looked as if they had been decorated by some wholly evil child.
The Mistress smiled, to pet the Hound upon the head once more. He felt immense pleasure.
It was time for the hunt.