The feeling that builds up in my body like embers being blown upon is one that is unmistakable. It is one that has been carved into my memory, much like water from mighty rivers or waterfalls carves into stone. It is an inescapable force I wanted to avoid for as long as possible after the pain it had caused me the last time, but it seemed fate was either giving me another chance, or putting venom in my wounds. Despite my best attempts to keep away from the group, to take away any chance of finding another imprint, I had failed. I was frozen in conflict, part of me wanting to run, to push him away and never let myself be hurt by another, while another part, a part feeling whole again after the hole left by Meltdown, wanted to embrace him, embrace the second chance. Either way, I knew this was going to be interesting.

He wastes no time in making his way over to me, much like Meltdown had done. I feel a mixture of anticipation and dread in my stomach as I turn to face the one who's soul was mine to hold. My violet gaze locked onto him immediately, which was an easy task to do even without fate guiding me due to his pure white fur that contrasted so greatly to his surroundings; and when I say pure white, I mean whiter than snow and heaven itself. I am captivated by this boy a few years younger than me. I cannot help but stare: stare at his golden eyes with flecks of green, the way he is so much larger than me, that funny pink nose of his. I was once again swept away in the magic of imprinting.

He moves close, so close in fact that he was well inside my personal bubble. Yet, I could never find fault in this closeness, it was comforting. I dropped my medicine pouch at my paws, my plan to collect herbs being put on hold or cancelled all together, which one we would soon find out. I simply stared up at him, my tail offering a few friendly wags to replace the words I could not find. He does not let the silence last for long between us, but it is hardly the same introduction as I had gotten from Meltdown. "Your name." he says gruffly, and it is less of a question and more of a demand.

Its strange, because with him so close, I find myself forgetting about the sadness and about Meltdown, reverting back to my natural self. I smile up at him, the only way I know how: silly and sweet. "Aviias, yours?" I say, my voice like the song of a bird. Maybe he wasn't the nicest wolf, but I was nice to everyone, and I was especially going to be nice to my imprint. I inhaled deeply, and for the first time, due to the close proximity, I was able to smell the distinctive scent of Diveen clinging to his white fur. A relative of Shiloh's perhaps? That family was big enough for it to be more than possible; something I envied since I had no biological family.

aviias

5 years - heart belongs to - Soul bound to River - Dream Catcher of Taviora