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Posted on October 30, 2013 at 06:17:51 PM by Caladwen
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I wish you were the one that got away
This gathering of wandering souls had started out as a rather modest sized group, but Caladwen was quickly learning that there were far many more souls that resided here or well, around here. Glittering yellow gold eyes drift towards the others as more and more figures appear, seeming to proverbially ‘appear from the woodworks’, appearing like silent ghosts from the shadowed woodlands surrounding the lakeside fields. A single dial twitches atop her head as she eyes them each one, venturing enough to judge and yet not make a lasting impression of the individuals. Muscles tense beneath the sleek obsidian sheen of her coat as the feeling of suffocation begins to ease its way into her mind. She was used to a small pack consisting of only about 5 adults, not including her 3 siblings of course. She had expected to see perhaps a few more than that, but not like this. Careful to not appear as though she is running away, or in the very least that she is afraid though there is the faintest touches of fear clinging to her core, she slides away from the shallow waters and skirts away from the most populated of the group. She pauses for a moment on the shoreline of sand and rock to shake her coat. Though unlike when she had met Voltaire up in the crags, here she did her best to stay pretty dry and thus only her paws managed to get a bit waterlogged. Nonchalantly she bends her sleek muzzle to first one foreleg and then the other, her pink tongue lapping indifferently at the water clinging to the short black hairs. Though she did not particularly dislike water, she was quite the finicky little think about keeping her coat as clean and dry for the most part. It was just something about her. Although to any passerby she might seem absorbed in her work, she is not in the least bit interested. Intelligent gold eyes continue to drift across the crowded gathering, shifting from first one face and then to the other, never lingering on one for very long. That is until she sees him. Although she is technically considered an adult, at only three years of age, she is still young and certain feelings, emotions, and etc. are quite foreign to her. She had always known mother and father loved each other, she could see it in the way they looked at each other, the complete adoration in their eyes even when they fought their fiercest because let’s face it, two creatures with as much drive and authority as two alphas are not always going to get along. Yet she never did understand the depth of their love or the connection that drew them together. None had bothered to explain to her about imprinting and how it worked but in this moment, the look that passed between them when gold met blue she was not even sure that she could accurately describe it. For the first time she felt the warmth of comfort that has for too long evaded her. For the first time, stilled by the power, the connection that passed between them she feels… home. But it disappears just as quickly as yet another encroaches into her visionspan. She does not yet know the connection between them, does not know more than their shared coloring and the similar shading of their eyes but the hatred and disgust that this foreign female offers to her makes it clear that she is not welcomed nor should she consider approaching or speaking. A moment of anger stresses the irises of her yellow eyes and her ears swivel backwards towards her skull without fully clamping against the thick black fur. She did not like the way this girl judged her, the way she nuzzled against the silvery male in a manner that was meant to perhaps draw him away. But then again, what right does she have to be angry? With a snort and a shake of her head my little darkling simply turns and ventures a bit farther from the duo and the rest of those gathered. She hoped that perhaps the distance put between herself and the blue eyed dragga might perhaps help to clear her mind and yet she cannot help but to feel as though the distance was only managing to dissipate the comfort she found in his nearness. But who was he? Why did she feel this way? What was this feeling and who was that other female? Consumed by these questions, and not entirely willing to trail to far from him she stops and seats herself, curling her thick dark plume neatly over her paws. Even if she wasn’t sure what had happened, what was happening… she was not yet ready to give it up… but perhaps it was just better to let him make up his mind… did he feel it too? Would he follow and perhaps provide her with even the simplest of answers like his name for one. Or would she be left without once more. |