A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
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Posted on October 4, 2018 at 02:08:53 AM by Sabelle
All that glitters is gold; don't believe what you've been told. The soft yet audible crunch of leaves beneath crème paws was the only sound to disturb the ripe morning. The suns rays had barely begun to glittering across the crust of the earth and thus it left the woodlands pitched in darkness at the moment. The impeccable color palette of fall was not yet visible to the naked eye without light to illuminate it. So it was lost upon the muted crème brulee princess of the mixture of honey gold, amber wheat, cedar, cinnamon, and mustard colours that danced and crumpled beneath her paws. The lady trapezed with ease through Fir Chilis, a place she had grown attached to and had lain her roots in. Going so far as to finally dig herself a more permanent den that would be warmer in the coming winter months, since the first frost had already laid it’s grip over the earth and had since taken residence continually in the wee hours of the morning, until the sun’s rays could thaw it, leaving damp trace droplets instead. The nip of the cold hardly touched against the pallid lady’s skin because of the thick luscious pelt that draped over her bodice. At least she had that to thank her father for… Sabelle exhaled an opaque cloud of breath into the chilled air. She felt the condensed heat of her breath surround her muzzle, but it quickly passed as she continued. No destination in mind, except to finally find a place to explore outside of the bounds of Fir Chilis and maybe take a few days to get to know some other wolves or just reflect elsewhere about her life. How empty it had become, even since coming and finally finding her mother; finding out about her litter, the pack she called home, the mysterious vampiric woman, and the woman who had looked so starkly similar to her father. None of it seemed all that permanent or maybe it was her own fault for not trying harder to make contact or keep it. She could have just as easily directed herself to the borders of Athene’s pack this morning, but instead she chose to wander as she always had. No place to really call home, but she had only herself to care for so what did it really matter. No lovers, no children, and duties to fulfill. She kept to herself. Kept in shape with her daily routine and training, even upping the game after she got some tips from Athene. Still just as much of a teacher and mother to the creme agouti princess as she had been in the very beginning, back when life had been much simpler. When she had a mother and father and the whole world at her paws, with nothing to stand in her way. Not even the looming responsibility of heiress to Spring Grounds had taunted or scared her. Back then she had been bold, without fear or worry to hold her tongue. Now she hardly spoke a word to anyone and took no liberty to say a damn word unless prompted too. She wore a cold masque, showed no emotion, and took attention to detail when reading others she came into contact with. And thus far she had only had contact with somewhat familiar faces and presences that were no threat to her. All encounters had been to her favor or to some mutual benefit of the party members, but now she took the risk of that changing on a dime. Wandering quietly through the waning darkness of the dawn, she tempted fate to bring out the worst of worst in these last few moments. Or maybe some of the worst was waiting for her in the daylight and hidden underneath layers of a immaculately constructed façade. Naïve as it was, Sabelle believed herself to be well guarded against the reasoning of insanity, but one couldn’t truly know themselves until their own boundaries were tested or those that had been broken were found underneath the layers of a façade that protected it. And what Sabelle had failed to realize was the damage inflicted by Maccon and the secret love she had held and lost with Ky, not so long ago. The scars were still fresh upon her heart, but she had guarded them meticulously, but not cared to heal them properly. Leaving her vulnerable to the next heartache who decided her a precious piece to sweep off her feet. Or at least that’s what she imagined would happen. Mature beyond her years in some aspects she could not deny the childish desire to have that fairy tale happy ending. How naïve. Slowly the colours of world were illuminated and began to brighten the path which she strolled. Allowing her to vaguely appreciate autumn’s attraction, until she came upon a slightly frosted bank where the bubbling of an inner creek broke the silence. Small stones wavered and undulated beneath the surface of the flowing water drawing her attention to them. Soft pinnae swiveled at the subtle sounds of the new area, but mostly she stared hopelessly attracted to the bubbling brook. Lost in aimless thought and past memoirs… People lie, people love, people go, but beauty lies in every soul.
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