I knew I was hiding, I didn’t know what to make of being stolen, and yeah, it may be close to a half a year since I was actually taken but I hadn’t shown my face – period. I didn’t know whether to be afraid or well, anything other than that. The only plausible feeling was afraid. Although the one who stole me had been a female, it still didn’t matter, it still scared me. Why would anyone steal for me? Honestly? There was no point. I was a loner, lost, nothing. So there was no real attraction to bring me into a pack, hell I would probably be useless to them, in all honesty.

My pale figure lurked deep in the shadows of Spirane today, my eyes looking out through hooded lashes. One pink, one gold, my eyes were a perfect mix of my parents. Thinking of them, it was hard to picture them anymore. Life had gone by and I hadn’t seen them in so long, I was sure they were both dead by now, but I couldn’t be sure. And as for siblings? I had no idea if there was anyone in Molodian that I was related to in the slightest. I guess Only in time I would find that out, right?

My lithe form stretches, long legs stretching out before me, I did not weigh much, so as I stretched my muscles tensed, revealing the bone structure that held me upright.

I was a pale, almost light gold in color, tan streaked across my ruff and chest, headed down my spine. My legs chcest and underbelly remained stark white. I was thin, lanky and quite honestly, if I didn’t move like a female, I would be mistaken for a boy from afar. I hoped that hadn’t been the case when I was stolen because that would be quite awkward really. I stepped out from the shadows after my brief stretching, looking around before sighing. Oh, well, here goes nothing. I didn’t make a sound, however, I figured making my presence known just by being here was good enough, right?

nine - by camelot out of laila - female