H A R U K A
I suppose this is how fate plays the game of life. They hold up two cards in their hand and ask you to pick one. What you don’t know (yet), is that both of the cards are the same. It’s a bargain. You pick the card, fate rules your life. I hate fate… she’s a cheater at this game of life. My toffee hue’d bodice weaves in and out of the coniferous trees that mark the beginnings of a forest that holds many secrets that can be discovered… and many more that would rather keep to themselves. Winter is coming to an end, but in the morning, you can still see the ghostly shape of your breath as it escapes into the world beyond. This being said, winter coat’s are starting to come off in clumps of fur.. thank Tor I wasn’t here for the winter. Blossom Forest is a relatively new site of adventure that I’d discovered on accident- and since I didn’t have to brave the winter here, my cloak is still short and ready for Spring to arrive on warm gales. Footfalls press paw prints into the soft terra firma, where snow has melted into the tundra, making up a slush that is hardly soft… just talcum enough to leave an imprint on.
Call me a daydreamer, but leaving behind a mark was something I hated doing, and at the moment, it’s all I can actually think about. Dear, dear, Septima. She’d told me that she was bearing my pups… that she had it all figured out, and was going to be my mate, no matter what the cost. We lived in two different packs, you see, and my father was in a war at the time with her sire’s harem. Bloodshed was common in these dark times. No one could escape the effects that the battlefield left on each and every single pack member. But when my father rose to claim the title of winner, a backstabber from our own pack… killed him. Just as he got his dream of ruling that much territory. Septima’s father somehow found out about our little ordeal, and exiled her. An ache in my heart signifies that I have found my suspicions about her whereabouts to be correct a few days ago… though I hate to revisit the thought. Like my father, she had been killed. Her sire had sent out assassins to rid her of her sins… with my children still in her abdomen, unborn.
You can call it childish love, but even at my age, I do know what pain is like. How it can eat you up from the inside out, swallow you, and then spit you back out and leave you for Wolfbane’s Helpers. A loud bird signals a call for another of his kind and I nearly jump out of my skin. Ever since the war, I’ve been quiet. Sweet, but not too much of a talker- whereas before, I was able to jump at any opportunity life threw out at me. Seems like things change a lot over time… it’s not that much of a surprise, now, is it? My thoughts are stopped short when I realize that I’ve overlooked the area of which I’ve come to be in. The pines tower threateningly above me… as if they would like to seal me in like a captive bird, who cannot get out of her metal cage. But that is not all that is to be seen… or scented. The oh-so-familiar stench of blood reaches my nares and I freeze. A kill? No, this has the faint smell of a perfume… so… has a femme been injured? I increase my pacers speed and come to the border of a pack. A strong female territory marker lets me know that even though there are males in this pack, the place is mostly girls.
That’s not what I’m here to figure out though. Eavesdroppers prick up intently as I try to figure out the source of the grotesque stench that’s dominating my radar. It’s emanating from inside the territory… but not too far. There is no other soul around. Why?! Short and nearly subtle gasps grab my attention span, pulling my tan gazers in the direction of which a vixen is propped up against a tree, a few yards into the packlands. Without a second hesitation on the matter, my body moves on it’s own will, a desire to merely help dominating my intentions. It’s when I reach her that I realize what I’ve done. Whimpers of pain escape her maw, and I try not to flatten my audettes. If she should open her starlookers and gaze upon me… well, I don’t want to be the one who looks afraid. Tossing my apex around, I look for the one thing I knew would help. Quickly and quietly, I pad to a nearby patch of foliage, which, to my great luck, has just what I need. So now fate decides to take my side. Freaking inconsiderate…
Trotting back, I quickly patch what I can with the cobwebs I’ve picked up, and try to be as gentle as I can. From the side of my peripheral vision, I keep a quiet lookout for her. Should the femmora decide to snatch at my fores and catch me unaware, I would be in big trouble… not that I wasn’t already in such a terrible position at the moment (having trespassed onto someone else’s territory…), but I didn’t need any more drama for the day. Prancing around to keep myself occupied, I do my best to clean what I can of her wounds (if she will allow me of course)… though she is very weak and nearly unconscious… so I don’t believe she’ll have much fight left in her. But I’ve been wrong before, so I continue to reposition myself around her. Not a word is spoken… nothing is given from my larynx to her listeners. Just kindness from my being to her wounds. However, I do everything while keeping a watchful eye on the scenery around me. If I should be taken the wrong way, I could get into even more of a tough situation than I already am (as I’ve already mentioned before)… however, helping this one seemed to be of a better waste of time than me just wandering around visiting memories. I can only hope that fate will stay on my side and not end up with me being roasted over mans flaming fire… metaphorically speaking, of course.
Soldier || Teen || Loner || Loveless
word count: 1090
k i k i
|