Summary: Sukiyo is a mysterious Dire Wolf from the Ice Age that wears an elegant, and equally as mysterious, stone. She happens upon the Ice Age crew in a desperate need for food and shelter. After spending time with them, she decides that traveling with them would be the best plan for now. Only problem; she's a rare kind of wolf that has others of her kin comming after her life.
First thing,the character's name is Tsukiyo, although I'm going to spell it Sukiyo. Either way, I believe it is pronounced 'su-kee-yo.' Second, this chapter has almost nothing to do with a Moonlighter, but in future chapters it will. If you're smart, you can already guess what it has to do with. Besides that, this might turn out to be a Diegoxoc, but I'm really not sure. AH! That brings me to my next thing, the main character ( Sukiyo ) is a female Dire Wolf from the Ice Age. Besides that, this isn't exactly my main story. I just had inspiriation and an unnamed desire to write something for Diego after watching Ice Age II. Got it? Good. :cough: Now then, on with the Disclaimer!
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Ice Age or Ice Age II.
Claimer: However, I DO own Sukiyo and all other un/named characters and the story plot.
Sukiyo, the Moonlighter
Grinning wildly, I broke through another snow done and scattered the white flurries about my mane. My dazzling white fur gleam as freckles of snow dotted it, and my golden eyes flash ahead of me. The oncoming blizzard blows freezing winds in my muzzled face, and my slender snout leads me onward still. Misled and confused barks and growls echo behind me, heightening my excitement.
The emerald looking stone pounded against my chest as my willowy, long legs dipped in the snow with a steady tempo. My tail waved high as a flag of triumph, clearly marking my pleasure in the chase.
A snarl of the clear leader endorses behind me again, and I can hear his footsteps hit the snow faster with my large, erect ears. He's just behind me, and I can feel his saliva nearly freezing on my long, bushy tail as his ragged breaths come louder then the deafening winds' howl. I can see his dark head on my right as it snaps toward my right hind leg.
I jump to the side and dodge the attack, but as soon as my paws hit the icy earth again, they thunder in a breathtaking speed. My breathing comes in quick pants as my mouth opens to reveal long, curved fangs against charcoal black gums. My large white paws hit the ice violently as my black talons scrape snow underneath them, spraying the wolf behind me with a shower of snow dust.
I hear his whimpering behind me as I rush ahead of him, suspecting that snow had hit his eye and sent him in a world of pain. Too bad, so sad. That'd teach him to hunt me.
After another minute I twitch my ears, listening hard for any sign of snarling or barking behind me. Not hearing any, I slowed my pace to a quick trot, and then to a hasty walk. Huffing heavily I twist my head behind me, looking for any trace of the pack that had been chasing me moments before.
The only thing behind me is an endless sea of ice. I close my mouth and tilt my head up, sniffing the air to make sure I had lost them. After a few seconds I had to give in the need for air, and lowered my head to continue trying to catch my breath. Even as my head rose and fell as my chest heaved for air, the corners of my mouth twisted into a well-earned smile. I gaze down at the glowing green rock that hung around my ruff proudly, allowing the ruddiness to shine on my golden eyes.
I snuffed and flickered my tail, before taking a wide view of the landscape. A jagged mountain range was up east, some large dunes bounded north, and the way ahead, south, had a cliff. The rest was a purely frozen wasteland; home.
As I started to think about settling down, I remembered that the blizzard swirling around me was going to intensify considerably. By night it will have full effect, and I'd freeze. Beautiful.
A new train of thought crossed my mind. Food and shelter… Food and shelter…
That was about the extent of it.
All the overexcited energy I had gained from the chase blew away from me, leaving me tired and hungry. My stomach growled at me a warning. It'd been nearly four days since my last meal, and I was looking for some of my prey: horse, bison or sloth. Well, that was what I wanted, but right now anything was on the menu; dead or alive. Thanking my scavenger-like nature once again, I padded my way up a small little hill and surveyed the grounds again.
Still an artic badland.
Mentally sighing I started to make my way down the hill, which was steeper on this side then the other. My paws fanned out and braced my body as I slowly slid over rocks and ice. Upon coming a few feet to the bottom, I jumped instead of waiting the extra minute.
As my paws hit the ice I started in a run again. My pace was more rapid then a trot but not as rushed as I had been. Glancing at the position of the sun, I watched the rays reflect on the white ice and paint them oranges and rubies as it set behind the peaks to the east.
I turned to the side and continued on my way, my eyes bright and ears effectively keeping watch for any disturbance in the silence. I blink, and as my eyes settle on my trail again, I see a small deposit of travelers up ahead, heading east. I was going south.
Quickening my pace, I trot up to a steep cliff to get a better view. With my paws on the very edge of the overhang, I stood tall and gazed at my potential targets. All I could identify was that there was a large creature and a smaller one. Not the best description, but whatever.
Fog slowly rolled over the large pads that were my feet, and I shrugged my coat free from snow flurries. I blinked my golden eyes once more, before bowing my head to the icy floor and raising my bottom in the air. With a steady, low growl rumbling through my chest, I leaped forward and disappeared in the rolling fog.