A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on January 28, 2013 at 09:41:34 PM by Lifthrasir
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ooc: I rambled a bit, sorry xD Couldn't for the life of me figure out what to write.... The young she-wolf watched in absolute horror as the ice before her cracked in one sudden, roaring motion. The pack froze in a moment of abject terror, before all hell broke loose and they scattered in any and every direction. Turning on her heels, the copper lass sprang from the breaking shapes she perched on, no direction in mind except for safety. She landed with a thump and a crack before tearing off across the ice sheet, desperation forcing her to run faster than she ever had in her life. She could feel the water gathering around her ankles with each stride until finally, she gathered herself for one great leap, paws finding purchase on solid, earth covered ground. She stumbled a few more lengths before collapsing in a heap, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps and her fur slick with ice cold water and warm sweat. She was vaguely aware of wolves doing the same beside her, terror ripe in the air all around them. And then she realized, with a sharp jolt of panic, that her beloved was no-where to be seen. Lifthrasir was sleeping deeply in the midst of a nightmar when she was quite suddenly awoken by a great thud and a whimper. She shot to her paws quicker than a startled rabbit, body tense and ears perked. Hearing movement close by, the copper she-wolf poked her nose around the trunk and stared at the scene before her. A multi-shaded male wolf lay slumped on the floor, paws over his eyes as though to stop the outside world interrupting his thoughts. He seemed sad, mournful even, close to tears. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, wondering what a full grown male was doing throwing himself against trees and crying about it. Of course, she was a little hypocritical, considering she had nearly let loose when faced with those puppies. But here, far away from them, her hard shell had returned in full, her grumpy façade renewed. "Is run at tree make better, hmm?" She moved out from behind the tree, her large copper body on full display so as not to alarm him. Her gruff, accented voice was sarcastic and slightly mocking, though there was no malice to it. She watched him curiously, wondering why he was so upset. He was a handsome salty grey wolf and they were on the river banks, flooded by love-sick couples and whatnot. Perhaps something had gone wrong and he had lost a love, or someone had insulted him. Maybe someone else was chosen over him, she knew nothing about the male so who knew if he was vain or conceited. Moving around to face him more directly, the northern lass shook the leaves and dust out of her coat. "Why so sad eh? No loves for you?" She tilted her head slightly, the bear scar on right side crinkling with the action. He reminded her of an old grey friend, a creature that had arrived in her home from more southern lands, cold and hungry but still wilful enough to integrate himself into a pack that was wholly alien to him. He was far more optimistic than the weeping pile before her, but he died before his time, just like all the others. Shaking the thought from her mind, the lass reminded herself that this was a completely different wolf, in a much friendlier land. She shouldn't be so pessimistic and immediately assume that everyone she met was going to die in tragic and traumatic circumstances. Like her love. |
| Never gonna give in - never gonna give it up, no,
You can't take me, I'm free |
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