A T T I C U S
you enchant me even when you're not around
Her body moves along the sunset’s light, following the path to Abendrot. Her arrival upon Blossom Forest was brand new, so to her, Abendrot was just another pack. Sure, she heard a whisper here and there of Abendrot, none good, but to her that was her best bet. Her body moves gently; beautiful feminine figure showing its curves along every bend. Her appearance was quite a sight; very clean, white coat. An ashy blanket of gray draped over her back, along with dipped gray paws. Her gaze was an icy cyan color, more light than deep, but specks of deep color were speckled here and there.Then finally, the giant black stripes that lined her spine, down to her tail. Her body was a bit taller than your average wolf, slim, and in a way perfect. Though her beauty and appearance were just about the only thing perfect about her.
She turns a corner, finally beginning to arrive at the pack’s borders. Her body comes to a halt; the breeze swaying her pretty pelt gently. Surely, that same breeze would send her scent into the packland so there would be no need to howl to announce her appearance. Atticus was an interesting girl. Pretty, beautiful, and somehow something graceful in any movement she made, but she wasn’t perfect. Atticus had a beautiful alto-earthy tone to it, but whenever she spoke, it came out rather monotone. Her face never showed much emotion. Actually, almost nothing about her ever showed emotion. Her face always had a rather straight-bored look to it. Yes, she always seemed very straight. It fit her monotone voice well as well. Because of this, she never had quite gotten along with anyone too well. Well, that was part of this.
Her bottom lowers to a sitting position as she begins the wait for the alpha, or the least a ranked pack member of some sort. She was always a worthy wolf to have around in her old pack for a couple reasons. She wasn’t a very liked wolf in her old pack because of her role. She was one of the three wolves who did dirty work. Atticus was fierce. She didn’t enjoy being fierce, she wasn’t evil, and she certainly did not think high of her abilities and power; she was just amazing at following orders. Attack? She would do so if her king ordered it. Spy? Of course. It was her attitude that made her a very worthy wolf to have around. Her reason for leaving her old pack was quite complicated. She was one of the leaders for her king. After some decisions on attacks though, her king began to fall from his throne from loyalty from others. Everyone began to believe Atticus was the better leader and wanted her to take the throne from her king.
She was more than capable of doing so. The people spoke and so she would have done so since it was true; their king was no longer suitable to lead a pack, in many ways. Though she had a connection that she did not understand. For the most part, Atticus had no feeling, felt no emotions. When she did, she simply felt confused and never understood what it was exactly she was feeling. You see, Atticus and the King had been secret lovers; he ordered it and so she followed his orders. But it became something enjoyable for herself too, not just for his amusement, even though she didn’t notice it. When she was told to rip the throne from him, she couldn’t bring herself to do it; because she had a sort of feeling for him. No, not love, something else. Of course, she didn’t understand this. She was just confused.
Instead of taking the throne, she left. Looking for a new home, she set herself on a journey. The more she thought about it, the more she realized it was the best thing to do. She hated having that feeling she didn’t quite understand within her. Now, she was back to her old self. Unfeeling, monotone Atticus. A girl with a boy name. Beautiful but emotion-less. Strong because of this quality of hers. So now she sat; alone at the borders of Abendrot. Icy eyes set out, scanning the land slowly from side to side. This new start of hers was good. She was a late teen, soon to be an adult. In fact, her body already resembled her adult body. It was about time she began her own life in a new place. She was above her old pack.
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