s t a r s h i p s were meant to fly;
hands up and touch the s k y
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I can see my breath. I'd walked through Blossom Forest for a little while now, a couple hours, wandering around like fresh meat. Everything's a start though right? So far, I knew of two other places wolves around the area called Rainbow Cliff and Sacred Stones. Wolves here? None of them seemed to want to party, so like a loner, I walked past them all, with my head held high and a confident bounce in my steps. My white pelt was clean, but not blindingly white like some others around I'd seen. Pfft, what a headache. My azure eyes look up from the bottom of the mountain, to look at the wandering mists. Patches of snow here and there, clean and crisp. I shake for a second, before my legs slowly start to climb up a rock; time to climb this babe. My claws click at the contact to rock, clacking repeatedly. My girly-yet-muscle build has always given me confidence when i have to climb, jump, run, all that fun stuff.
Yet, i feel as if... someone is watching me. Sure, this area crawls with wolves, but i felt something different. But, you know, whatever. I let a short laugh escape from my throat, and begin to climb a little higher. Soon, I'm not too high up, but on a flat surface of stone from the mountain. I shake myself off, and look around. Alone, great! Though, I personally have never been a lone wolf. Pack life yo, it's where the fun is at. Of course, I felt as if i didn't belong before any longer, which would explain why i left for Blossom. I lay down, resting my warm body against the cold stone, sending a chill through my whole body that makes me lightly shiver at first, but soon, the feeling goes away, and my mouth opens to let a set of lyrics speak, my eyes bright and droopy "Cold stuff. What a boring place" i say to myself, and let my eyes look just lightly open at everything. Where was I? Oh right, I didn't belong. Yeah, born and raised in an 'evil' pack, or so everyone else called it. Everyone was always so bitter, but I guess I got used to it, so that's not too much of a bother.
Though, I was one of the few with a bright attitude. Did I follow orders? Of course, anything I was asked to do, done, with amazing quality and never a protest.What can I say? I'm good at pack life, precisely because of that. Finish a wolf and leave their body out at the borders as a sign to everyone else? Done. Normally, I'm not one to do such, but orders were orders! A smile lightly tugs at the sides of my mouth. Though, as much as i was liked and ranked for my ability to follow through with orders without a peep, wolves still always looked at me with.... crazy eyes. Like I said, I have a bright attitude, what can I do? Doesn't everyone like to have a good time?
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