I walk with a grace that I will never fully realize. I walk on stilts of inky black, so dark and lovely as they reflect little light, aside from the dirt that seems to be stuck to them. See, I am not afraid of getting dirty. Getting dirty gets me what I want. I am an excellent digger, I spend much time digging up the forgotten graves of animals long lost to death. The ground is not a suitable place for the dead to be, all buried under the dirt of the world. The dead needs to be out, getting some fresh air with me, though I guess today I am will come across more of the living.
My silvery pelt has a glorious sheen to it as I step out into the sun. The gold on my back is particularly shiny, I don't tend to get dirt on my back. My good ear has told me of those near by, and my nose confirms it. I think it will come in handy looking at all of them. I move quickly, with haste and I am fast, for I am a girl build for speed. I am slender and feminine, a true beauty but it is something I would never realize. My golden eyes finally catch sight of the small gathering around the water, and I pause some ways away, one paw in the air as my white face tilts, expression lost in the void of my emotion. I have no interest in getting myself wet today, not that I particularly care, but I am not going out of my way to jump around in the stuff that I drink. I am more interested in why I need to drink water, why it is all living things crave the stuff. I do not understand and it bothers me. I only feel the frustration in me before I move along on my limbs, stepping carelessly on various plants in my way. I am here to look, to perus, to brows, to stalk.
I find it easier to get close to a black male. I spot him easily, my nose catching his scent in the delicate wind. I do not wish for him to know that I am wanting to look at him, wanting to stare and get a better look. I want to see his eyes, and I become more careful with my steps, dancing around bushes and getting lower to the round as I get closer. I just need a look, a little look at his eyes and then I can move on, to look at the other wolves around here. So far, none of their pelts caught my interest, but the eyes, they are deceiving things that need to be looked at up close. He is in the water, this black one but he is by himself, not jumping around all hyper and the like. I slide into the water carefully, quite like a sly fox. Okay, so I am getting wet despite my first desire not to, but it is for good reason, not to splash. why must the ones who catch my interest decide to go into the water? Either way I am already in the liquid, my mouth becoming dry as my body begins to crave the stuff. I tear my stare away from the black boy, looking into the shallow depths of the water below. I lower my pretty face down to take a drink, to rid myself of this thirst and, possibly I wouldn't scare away the boy I stalked. Wouldn't matter too much, there are plenty here to stalk, but it always disappoints me when they run...I guess my bird-like stare is too creepy, my wide eyes and lack of smile. I don't worry too much though, for now I take my drink.
Three Years - Loved by None - Protected by None |