Singing the song that's inside us all.

Little did Attila know how much of a change she has pushed her into. She has no inkling of who has gone or who has come to stay, who has stepped down from their thrones or who has stepped up. The thoughts didn't press her mind to much as she is just too happy to even realize the different smell, the whispers afar never touch her russet colored ears, so how is she to know? Her mind's sight never really broke passed the trees, nor did it lift above the canopies of autumn limbs. No, now was not the time to get so lost in thought, regardless if whether this were Attila's best skill.

Happy the girl was, and so she still is. Ember jewels were fixed on what once was a dream, that which turned into hope for her. Her second chance at life sprawled out before her, and the only thing she can do is sit there and gaze in a sense of awe, yet there was still more admiration there than what those sparkling flames put out.
She can remember the way her jaded paws once crossed the land with such pain, the same pain that she'd sent beneath her features, suffocating yet she hid those emotions tremendously. She wouldn't let said pain get to her, turn her into something she refuses to be. It was going to take more than that to tear the four year old down.

Attila had never really thought back to that moment until now. The images flash through her mind as she remembers exactly why she ran from home, finding herself here and whole again.
Her father was the one to tell her to run, after he had been defeated in the challenge for alpha of his pack. Of course, it was her place to stand up and challenge for her rightful spot, but her physique too fragile, to petite; she didn't stand a chance against the brutal male, who had stolen her father's life. She wasn't going to stick around to find out what else he was capable of, either, considering she'd gotten the vibe that he had his eyes on the prize, that prize being her. She wouldn't be a puppet, so she took her father's words and she ran.

The small girl was indeed frightened by her arrival, afraid she wouldn't be accepted. The matter turned quickly, though, and she found a piece of herself once again. Moladion had become her home, after so many days of aching paws, running from the enemy, even trying to catch her breath, she settled into the vast land almost immediately.
Today, she returns. Why she'd gone missing before this, she can't really explain. As a matter of fact, she has no explanation. She truly cannot help her venturing heart, always searching for anything, nothing in particular.

Attila is more grounded than what she seems, though. Despite the adventure, she sticks around too often, and sometimes too often than she should. She's never been in the wrong place at the wrong time, that was more so for the others than herself, but regardless of who ran into her, she found the comfort of their company.
It's being alone that keeps her scared, even if she rather them sit next to her quietly as she cast away into a daydream, she absolutely hates a day without company. Sure, she can't find herself content on wandering, passing by those who are too busy to even notice her existence, or even padding through an empty trail. In fact, she'd much rather be in the presence of someone with an ebony heart, than to be left alone.

She was just about to give up, accept that no one was near as she stood to leave, and go find company elsewhere when she heard the prompt, yet friendly greeting approach her from behind.
She is quick to meet his gaze, a tad bit startled by his sudden and unknown approach, but she was far from intimidated by his appearance. Taking in his height, and mostly feminine features, she didn't realize how long it had been since she should have replied sooner. Finally, noticing herself being rude, she smiles at the male before her.

"Hello," her voice is quaint, and soft, had he even heard her? Her ears swivel in slight discomfort, and she shifts her paws, clearing her throat before speaking again. "What brings you out to the woodlands on this fine autumn day?" Much better, her voice is clearer now and she is pleased with herself, no longer discomforted by her own demeanor.

(OOC: sorry for the sudden change from 1st to 3rd. I'm a bit rusty and I'm just trying to find my writing mojo!)

If we don't open our eyes we're walking blind.

Attila
- six - female - mate - imprint -Spirane -