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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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IP: 124.168.6.62
Posted on February 27, 2014 at 09:37:00 PM by Riven
She is curious, as all young things are curious. The tall, gangly yearling of white and red and black, moving in and out of the caves and crevices with a practised ease, as if she has forever known of such a place and explored upon it. The bloodied red eyes glow within the gloom, paws beating a pattern atop the sharpened rock and tumbled boulders as she slides in and out of shadow. This is a good place, she thinks, a very good place. Large White and Large Black would like it here, she will bring them, she will show them when the time is right and perhaps it will be to here she will bring her prey- her offerings to those whom gave her life. They will not feed her anymore, no, they drive her from the den within the fields and yet sometimes Riven comes still, sometimes she brings a gift to share with Large Black and Large White, marked in red just as she. Sometimes Riven shares, or brings others to the field within the dark, for she desires to please the only pack she has ever known- the family pack. They no longer hunt for her, yet still she is tied to them and still she returns sometimes within the daylight to rest beside them, to lay against Large White or tug at Large Blacks ears until he snaps and drives her away. For Tobias is not patient for the exuberance of a child and Flare is just as temperamental. They are as true mates, this Riven knows. They are of each other, driven by instinct in all that is done and within this, possessing of a tolerance for each other. They are the strongest, the most superior and successful and this is why they have chosen each other, this is why they have birthed Riven. Nature demands such things. The girl drops lower and lower still, leaping atop the dry base of one cave or another, the sound of her paws echoing down into the tunnels of darkness around her as she moves to stride forward once more. She does not fear the dark, no- she is wolf, true wolf and she does not fear what cannot harm her, what does not hide any true danger. Her mind is not as others, she is not raised in the law and ways of many. She is born wild, born true and her mind lacks the complications of thought so many are given to. The cave is empty, this she knows, thus she fears not what cannot exist. Fear is a state of mind- one Riven does not possess, for she has learned no fear. The scent of another lingers, creeping upon the wind to touch her muzzle and moisten her lips with a hungered need. The strong are not for eating, this she knows. She is not old enough, not grown enough to take them as Large White and Large Black are. She must feed on weakness only, force it to become her strength so she may grow powerful and tall and heavy as Large Black with the cunning and speed of Large White. This one whom comes- is not healthy, she smells of blood and pain and weakness and those bloodied eyes are draw to her, watching the darkened other as she wanders. Older then Riven, yes, older and bigger- but weaker. A game it will be, a game, for smart Riven. Yes, very smart she is. The yearling wanders forward now, coming from within the darkness of the cave she has chosen, the darkness steadily detaching from her form, revelling those limbs of snow and russet, her white form shrouded in black and flares of heated red before those bloodied eyes become clear within the dark mask of her face, tongue brushing across white lips once more as the ghost, draped in shadow- comes forward and towards the older female. For a moment she simply pauses, head tilting, assessing this older wolfess- or so it would seem before a smile is given to trace her lips. It is awkward perhaps, for it is a gesture she has struggled to learn, her face dislikes the use of such muscle and indeed it is given to offer a grin of more malice then delight that seems ill placed on a face so young, little white teeth glinting in the gloom. Her ears lace backwards a moment, a gesture of insecurity, of wariness in the presence of an older female, a more dominant creature then herself and one with whom she knows not as of yet how she stands. Her posture remains stiff legged, though indeed her tail is held low, lacking any threat, merely questioning silently as to the rank of this other, as to whether she is one to be easily swayed and stood over or one whom may force Rivens own submission, though it is sure to be short lived. Riven is a dominant creature, even in youth and yet she is not foolish enough to test an older creature just yet. For now she remains neutral and yet cautious as she approaches, muzzle extended to sniff at this other curiously, stretching forward, prepared to pull back if she is met with fangs, the barest hint of a wag given to her tail before those horrific red eyes are turned towards the other at last. “You will….play with Riven.” It is not a question. 
1 Year || Mate to None || Imprint of None || Tobias x Flare |
Replies:
- and what now shall we play? - By Tick Tock February 28, 2014 at 02:48:29 AM
:: The Shadowed Ghost :: - By Riven March 1, 2014 at 11:38:14 PM
now that summer has gone away - By Tick Tock March 2, 2014 at 02:02:22 AM
:: The Shadowed Ghost :: - By Riven March 3, 2014 at 08:27:45 PM
goes the clock - By Tick Tock March 4, 2014 at 06:00:17 AM
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