K U S H I N A
It's been but a day or two since I've arrived (and declined the dear Venga's attempt to make friends with me- if that was it;; as I did not have the strength to take a tour around the packlands i've taken my refuge in), and only one night since I've seen the monsters that chased and tracked me down. Morning has struck yet again, bringing along with it the loud and rather obnoxious sound of birds... foreign ones that I've never once heard in my life. Navy oceans open slowly and then shut quickly again as sunlight streams in. How annoying. Being a girl, I guess I should be concerned about my pelt, but it is still matted with dried mud from when I'd been allowed in by Venga. Oh well... I have an ugly colored pelt anyway, its color reminds me of freshly shed blood... maybe the mud is an improvement. Deciding that it is time to get up, I press myself to stand upon shaking pillars, opening stargazers yet again to face the sun. A brief glance around shows to my worries that there is nothing yet to fear for this day, though the horror of outside the borders... that is what drives me back into the shadows.
Coming upon the conclusion that I should investigate sublty a little before making any conversation with another varg, I keep to the shadows and slink around like an intruder. I don't feel welcome here... I never have felt welcome anywhere in my life, so this doesn't come as that much of a surprise. I’ve been told that I bring bad luck and that my prescence anywhere and everywhere is an omen. That I make all the prey disappear and that my cloak matches the evil deeds my parents and ancestors have done. You can understand now why I hate it so much. Dull and dark blue optics look around as a song filters through the atmosphere, breaking the eerie sound barrier that has been surrounding my frame. It’s a male’s call, and I almost don’t even respond back to it with my attendance. Instead, I prepare for an ambush. Hackles raise instinctively and a dangerous flash glints through my pools. But…when nothing happens… and the birds resume their stupid weird chirps and songs… well, let’s just say, I looked like an idiot and felt like one too. My hackles slowly lower back down to place as I travel to the source of the summon.
A clearing, of which a pallid male is perched upon a rock, is the conclusion to my miniature endeavor. The female’s scent, Venga, is present here as well, but instead of showing myself, I stick to my lovely friends, shadows, to watch what will happen before I do anything at all. I’m not timid, nor shy… but I’m not the bravest varg out there either. I would rather see what my chances of getting out with my throat attached are before I enter a possible war-zone. From the meeting between Venga and the white demon (whom I’ve taken as the regal), I’ve learned that the hessain’s own title is Tamlin. Sounds like a girl’s name… Another canine rushes into the arena, giving me even more information that I probably missed from Venga’s arrival. So this male had been challenged? Proof that he was alpha rested upon that… This is the time when even more members of this pack begin to weave their way to the meeting. Another female, with a creamy pelt and then one with a ebon one cross into the area, both addressing the male with easy going likelihoods.
Okay, so I don’t need to fear that much for my life… I take a few small steps forward, but another female presses her way in. This one is a ivory fae, who announces her name as Tsunami. She is quickly followed by another female, Arvada. Damn. There were tons of femmes, weren’t there? Were they planning on earning the alpha’s heart? A small snicker escapes my ebon lined jowls and I find that my hackles are now completely rested upon my shoulders. At least they are carefree… I am merely here to re-cooperate. That is all. If and when I am ready, I will take off again. That’s what I keep telling myself, but my pulled muscle in my left hind and my already injured fore are going to take a while to get back to normal. There’s no visible sign that they are there, and I love to keep to myself, so I stay strong for the eyes of others…but it hurts like hell.
Soiled deep crimson fores pad forward into the blinding sunlight, causing my lookers to close into slits before they dilate and adjust to the amount of light. I’m not that much of a sight as mud cakes into my (already disgusting colored) red cloak. But that doesn’t mean that the look of tenacity is any less brighter than it was before, sparkling around fireworks in my gazers, lighting them up like a match. I look around to find where Venga is, and I send her a quick look of thanks. It’s short, but it’s definitely there. Then, my oceans are back on Tamlin. I stop myself just before reaching the four feet away mark and I lower myself into a bow, low to the ground, with one fore forward and head down. After a few moments, I look back up and let words slide carefully through that soiled maw. “Kushina. Venga greeted me at the borders but days ago. Forgive me for not presenting myself… cleanly.” I move out of the way subtly, paws seeming to never touch the ground. I back up, never exposing my rump in his direction, moving into the shade of one of the trees that surrounds the clearing.
Princess || Adult || Loner || Loveless
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