you say i'm beautiful, your voice is my healing
I believe I have gathered enough intelligence for one day, I have been spying on the borders of Iromar, learning their ways, taking in their patrols and memorizing faces to avoid. I have to be tactical about my mission, I have to keep in mind every possible angle on how it could go right and how it could go wrong. The key to getting what I want in this case is to visualize it. I have to see myself getting Jaidah out of Iromar without a hitch, but in order to make this happen I must be wise to the dangers of being found. I have to know the ins and outs of the pack before I can whisk Jaidah off into Glorall. I race to my home, feeling each muscle contract and relax to fuel my motions. My stomach gives a slight growl, but I do not stop my stride, I have been gone too long from my beach front home.
I move silently, wind whispering through my pelt as I lengthen my stride, pushing myself faster across the short distance to my home. Well, okay, it isn't that short, but for me it certainly seems like it. I cross the borders in no time, I fly to where the scent of the pack is strongest, but something catches my nose before I reach them. I pause, analyzing this new scent, my mind working hard to place a face to the smell. I come up blank and move forward with more caution. Trespassers had killed Finley in Diveen - one to be specific - and there is one here now. Hackles raise as I move toward the beach, but when the trail leads to a male by the wolfess Everchime, I am given to pause. He is tall, colored in a pelt that would seem normal on any other wolf. I must say from behind he is rather nice looking. Okay, Natalya, hormones...
I take a silent breath to steady myself, catching Weylin's eye on him, and I move forward. I skirt around the male on silent paws, frame held proudly though the state of my heart always will shine through when I am home. I hide nothing from my pack mates, they are family more so than my murderous sister is. I carry my broken soul like a policeman carries a badge, it is not something that can be easily hidden, for it shines through in the hollowness of my yellow gaze. I wear heartbreak like some wolves wear Marks. My tail give a short happy wag to Weylin, and I speak in quiet tones. "We should speak, I have information." I smile, dipping my head and stepping off a ways to wait and see what his response will be. I find my gaze is more and more flitting to the new male, the one who's eyes I can see are a deep jet black.
I find that I am staring at him, as if sizing him up, though truly it is the same look the new kid of the class gets when he or she is late. I do not speak to him, instead I tear my gaze away and focus on the massive beast before me. What the hell is this monstrosity?
without you i just can't get by, so i'm hanging on
female || fourteen || no love || held hostage by Devil May Cry || Glorall