Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius. . .
Pre-dawn skies are the prettiest, I think. The way the dark blue of the nights blends with the rich reds, pinks, and yellows of sunrise. Lately, I have been prone to waking up just as the sky began to lighten and the tell-tale yellow orb rose in the sky passed the horizon, not yet greeting this side of the world we reside in. In these moments, I listen to my brother's breath, watching his face crinkle with dislike as I pried my stunning form from his side. Oh, brother, I know you hate when I do so, but I do this for my own benefit, and ever the selfish creature, I will continue to do such until the day I lay within the cold embrace of the earth beneath our paws. I make my way to the borders, once I am out of ear shot of my parents - Devil has ears like a bat, able to seemingly detect the slightest sound of paw against earth. My paws are silent as death as I set them on the ground, making my daring escape from Diveen.
When I am far enough away from the den, I break into a run, leaving behind the canyon and making my way to the woodlands not too far away. I cannot leave myself so vulnerable. I am a bit awkward in my second year, my legs growing longer each day - with pains that hurt so bad I grew grumpy. My muscles are not yet at their full potential, but already I feel like a run-away freight train with no driver. I ran down hill, watching my large paws as they hit the ground, still barely making a sound, though my gait is not a truly graceful one. The dark sooty fur of my hackles rushed back in the wind, and I found that it was quite easy to tangle them up in thorns and catching vines, new branches of spring. It was odd to think this was what I had come to see. I wonder if anyone lives in the uncomfortable depths of the woodland.
female || of diveen || two years || no love|| no bond || sister to adonis