SIERRA
Sierra’s eyes creased in bewilderment as Zev took a rather passionate huff of breath – was her fragrance that offensive? Her maw pursed to keep a straight face. “Yes, it was quite a treat I must admit.” She replied confidently after a little bit of time, “Although I wish not to return to it just yet. In fact I am planning to visit all the areas in Blossom Forest after joining a pack well apart from Romance River, ghastly place.” She confided with a small smile, Sierra was delighted she could provide decent company and received decent company. She changed her position slightly and gave once more a warm and welcoming smile.
“No, I do not agree. Wonderful can be whatever you want it to be, big wonderful, small wonderful. If you believe anything can be possible.” Sierra replied with her head held high and proud, enjoying explaining her opinion. Before long, Zev’s lyrics caused her to turn her head sideways and an imagery of a dead field lay there. Her smile dropped. “Indeed it is, miserable, disheartening, gloomy and horrible.” She explained but soon added: “It is burnt, a fire caused that.” Her voice was filled with the gloominess of a thousand lives and the anger of one.
Sierra hated fire; it had always been a curse upon her. It had always tried ruining her life, burning her home but it did not stop them, they had survived as Blossom Forest had but that was only slightly before she ventured into Blossom Forest but at least in this field of flowers it burned no more. She found it hard to believe though: fire was ruthless killer and would stop at nothing to burn. So why had it stopped evenly? Blossom Forest would always remain a mystery to her – so many magical things.
The wolf in the white fur cloak grinned at Zev’s response; her tail began to lightly thump on the ground. They were joining Bright Moon. She would soon be Sierra of Bright Moon. “Great.” Was all that she said but didn’t her smile accompanied by a wagging tail say enough? Yes. Sierra was both excited and scared but no matter what she felt, she could not wipe the grin off her face.
Sierra did actually manage to keep the grin from her face, eventually and had asked hesitantly about the scar on his muzzle. He seemed confident to answer and so went straight into a story. Grumbling inaudibly, Sierra lay her head down on the ground and perked her ears up – ready to receive all his lyrics…. She was sure this was going to be a long story, so she might as well have made herself comfortable.
Violence was quite a key part in his story – Sierra hated violence and was always trying to avoid it but she could hold her own. She just couldn’t understand was ones who did it for fun. Sighing, the girl lifted her head. “Ah, I see.” She could not think of anything else to add and had no one to look at for help.
“Well, let us go now!” The girl exclaimed, attempting desperately to ignore the tickling sensation of a beetle running across her paw. “Just be careful of the beetle when you walk; don’t want him to get hurt.”
Word Count: 549.
OOC: Sorry for the rubbish post! :c I haven't got a lot of muse for Lady Sierra.
Female || White Wolf || Souleh || Young Adult
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