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Posted on January 28, 2016 at 02:36:04 PM by Raptor
| Female age four imprint: asterion Loner Raptor sulked on the edge of the pack. Part of her wanted to ask for a place among it, and part of her wanted to take off, back to the life of a loner. She had reached her full growth just this past winter, a towering 41 inches, and built like a brick wall. No loner tried to approach her. Together, her and Asterion had been a terrifying pair, a threat to almost any other pairing. Her breath catches in her throat thinking about how happy she had been, following him to the ends of the earth. Her cat like eyes trace a crack in the ground, refocusing her mind away from the horror of this past winter. A buck had gored him while they were taking it down for their supper. It had never happened before. A flesh wound, really. They had laughed it off, neither of them being healers, but young and healthy enough to believe in their own invincibility. And yet, it had become infected. Gangrene had set in, despite the promise of cold weather and less bugs to take hold. Everything that could go wrong, seemed to. Feverish and wasting, he grew delirious, even snapping at her when the fits came on, and he could not tell his imprint from the shadows trying to take him. She had stayed, but it didn't matter. He didn't. He couldn't. Who could resist when the earth called a being to rest for eternity within her? Hence why she now stood here, indecisive. She knew some basic speech, now. Asterion had taught her that, though she would never be considered loquacious. It is not safety she is after. She feels no threat from living alone. Just an emptiness, eating away at her. First her mother had left her, though she had said she never would. Then Asterion had left her, despite promised nights and plans for the future. Would a pack leave her? It seemed the only thing she had not yet tried. Except for the silly gypsies, but she really could not take them seriously, having watched their little festivals from afar. Coming to a decision she lifts her head, calling out into the night to announce her presence. No one would tolerate as large a wolf as she just stumbling haphazardly over the territory line, even if she was only just four years old. And even she could not defend herself against multiple wolf attacks at one time, however prideful she was of her formidable form. And now she waits, the next part in this silly plays is theirs, whatever it may be.  |
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- it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n February 2, 2016 at 09:20:11 AM
Wild Thing - By Raptor February 3, 2016 at 04:37:38 AM
it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n February 10, 2016 at 02:53:52 PM
Wild Thing - By Raptor February 11, 2016 at 02:15:03 AM
it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth. - By e d e n February 11, 2016 at 02:51:04 PM
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