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Posted on April 2, 2014 at 00:30:51 AM by Kiska
My eldest daughter was independent and Savage, harboring a more carnal desire for the world then her brothers and sisters, and I'll admit she seemed more in her element when she had struck out on her own. I would never condemn her for choosing the path she had, after all we all have our own trail to blaze on this Life's Journey and for some that path was the one less traveled. Stella was definitely a creature that broke the mold. She was in her own class of Wild Woman. But, perhaps because of this, Stella had also always felt as if she were being persecuted by the very wolves that had always loved her best, and after a while she became isolated and detached. I'd always known she would grow into a force to be reckoned with and my Heart beats with pride that she has transformed into such an incredible, adaptable, and feral creature. I never doubted she was still alive somewhere out there in the vast wilderness, she was a survivor, just as I had been. Often I have pondered and imagined what sort of Life she might be leading, if it was filled with Adventure, thrills, danger.... and loneliness. But to know she was here, back in Moladian again, it spurned my desire to see her in the flesh with my own two eyes. To see first hand, the first female born of my loins. So much so, that in the aftermath of her clash with Kane, I would come to seek her out. I even went so far as to shed my usual disguise for the day, though I took great care in my travels outside Taviora lest some prying eyes recognize me, One thought to be a long lost ghost of Diveen. Very few were entrusted with my secret, including only my Alpha and Stella's younger sister Zeteri. But I knew to approach Stella under any other guise would prove disastrous. She'd likely attack an unknown stranger, knowing her unpredictable temper only too well. But more then that, my daughter already held so many reservations against her family, I did not wish to add further insult or mistrust by coming to her under false pretenses. I move through the darkness like a pagan goddess, obsidian corsets reflecting the iridescent sheen of a raven's wing beneath the ethereal glow of the moon. The shadows run fingers through the silken strands and lap lovingly at my hocks and the long toned spires of my legs. Sharpened senses, honed to mastered skills of expertise throughout a long war roughened and road-weary life, are keen to pick up the trail of the lady which I seek. Still, it takes me nearly the whole of the evening and late into the witching hour before I finally close in on Stella's whereabouts within the forests of Enocra Wood. And, much to my surprise, it did not look as if I was her only stalker this night. I had never fancied Abe as the kind of fellow that would harbor sentimental ties to his children, be that as it may though, I knew that some part of him held some meager thread of kinship to those that carried on the legacy of his genetics. Still, I'm a little taken aback to see the old barbarian standing there, addressing our daughter as he himself is accompanied by not one but two newly born cubs. I was surprised the old battle axe still had it in him to produce young, but he must've softened up in his golden years if he's taking such a proactive role in their lives. I smirk, betting he'd have bitten my tongue if I ever put voice to such thoughts. I keep my distance for the time being, cursing myself for my inopportune timing. But there is no help for it now. I stay enshrouded within the darkness, keeping to the peripheries of the small group, harlequin spheres drawn to the image my daughter paints, and skimming the faces of her father and half siblings. I would merely observe for now, and wait for the right moment to make myself known... if such a moment even comes. 17 years of Sin - Alias is My Alias - Haunted By Picture (c) wolf250 :: Wolf Depicted (c) Darcia |
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- THE BIRTH OF A CREATURE THAT YOU CREATED. - By stella April 7, 2014 at 02:18:31 AM
YOU SHALL KNOW ME BY THE TRAIL OF BLOOD - By A B R A X U S April 9, 2014 at 01:17:36 AM
To Make Me Feel This Way - By Kiska April 15, 2014 at 00:42:34 AM
never shall we die--- - By SCALLYWAG April 16, 2014 at 00:07:43 AM
PEEL BACK MY FLESH & SEE THERE IS NOTHING INSIDE. - By stella April 18, 2014 at 09:46:18 PM
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