I am your darkness, I am your desire, I am your nightmare wrapped up in fire
It is the water that draws the Shadowed Ghost from the trees this night, the snow white of her frame aglow beneath the summer’s full moon as her blackened limbs and masked face step forward and draw her from within her cover to stand atop the banks of the ocean pack. She is drawn by the sound of water on rock, the bubbling and gurgling that sounds like blood when it fills the throat, this sound causing her dark ears to prick forward with curiosity as eyes so red glow within the darkness. She is within the borders of the pack, barely, though her traps is made all the same. She knows not of boundary lines, understand not the rule of pack or Alpha beyond what instinct dictates, the ruling force within her life the teeth of her sire and the call of her dam. Yet she outgrows them, wanders further from them each day and she cares not for her sibling. She is connected to Seir no longer. Brother he will be, forever and for always yet he is of no use to her this night and she thinks of him little as she lingers upon the banks. Her hunger is quiet for now, yet within hours it will rise again. Mother and Father offer her less and less until her hunger drives her to hunt for herself, already she has captured small game, already she has fed on the meat of wolf and it is for this richness she hungers most. Yet she cannot hunt them, not yet. She is not as Father, she cannot demand life until she may prove she is deserving off it. This is law of wolf and law of nature. She may take life of other wolf if only she is capable of killing. Strongest survives- this she knows, as she knows her yearling frame is weaker still.
Soon.
She knows little of pack and yet she knows not of life outside her family and as the push her from them she is drawn to others as instinct demands of her, she knows little beyond this, knows little outside the commands of nature just as she remains untouched by emotion the gift of her sire. She cannot be swayed by pity or remorse for she is above such things- greater. She is born of the blood of Alpha upon Alpha she is born of dominance and yet within such blood is a beauty unmatchable. Her form is feminine as no other, her features fine and delicate, her limbs long as her pelt with an exquisite perfection to her features, the match of any angel as she sits beneath the glow of the moon, moving to wrap her tail about her paws, the red glow of her gaze focused upon the water below. She has not yet seen her reflection before, not truly and as such her young mind is focused upon it now, head tilting and turning in this youthful naivety as she sits with her back to the pack behind her.
Yet she is not so reckless as she appears, her nose tastes of the wind and her ears listen to each sound. She is not as the others, she is raised as no other has been. She is wolf in its truest and purest form, her blood more wild in its origin than any other, a female so rarely seen and found as she rests this night, though for how long she will stay cannot be said, her curiosity is fickle and volatile as her nature. For now though, Riven waits and watches and listens to the world around, focused upon the water while the scents of pack tease her masked muzzle and nose, her ghostly white form, shaded with the black of her sire offering an ethereal glow beneath the moon while the red the erupts upon her neck and shoulders and gleams within her eyes remains as ever a reminder of the blood in which she was born and the blood she so truly desires yet remains unable to take- for now.
RIVEN
1 Year || Mate to None || Imprint of None || Tobias x Flare |