Post by Lu on Nov 26, 2006 19:44:25 GMT -5
Just another cold night in the sacred territory which once Fenris blessed before taking his leave. The cool breeze blew the grassy fields softly. The stars brightened the dark blue skies. The moon guided her children. Wolves.
The delicately shaped paws of a shewolf padded the ground elegantly, as shyly, and kind of emotive, she entered the Heavenhound asylum. Her lips formed a big smile. If she was human, anyone nearby could tell she was about to cry.
Zibah had been away from home for about a year and a half now, leaving the pack's lead to her trusted ex-packmate, Majesty. She was sure Maj would do great as the new alphess even though they weren't blood-related and felt really confident about that. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a little sad about leaving her homelands.
But why did she leave, then? Was she tired of all her duties as commander? No, Zi was stronger than that.
Some time ago, she felt the urge to leave everything behind, her family and friends, just to find out what the whole world had to offer her and grow wiser. It was a strong impulse influenced by her past lives. In all of them, she had been in a ridiculously huge number of packs, but always left them and remained as a loner for the rest of her days. And it felt nice.
Fatigued, she laid on the grass and began to stargaze, her pewter orbs watching the sky dreamingly. Zibah wondered about another impulse. The impulse of always coming back to her loved ones.
Aldora sure meant a lot to her, and it was the only place she could come back to now, once her adoptive and real parents split up and gone missing. She sighed.
Her eyes closed as she remained in silence, resting her heavy head full of thoughts upon her ebony-dipped forepaws. She knew even though she was tired, she wouldn't be able to get her oh-so-deserved rest that night. Being home again after so long was too exciting. She only wished she had energy left to go look for her old companions. Or at least what's left of them. She had no idea of the current situation of the pack.
"I wonder if everyone is asleep already. I bet they aren't. Those kids are always hyper.", she muttered happily to herself, acting as she was the older hermit in the world. Typical of her.
The delicately shaped paws of a shewolf padded the ground elegantly, as shyly, and kind of emotive, she entered the Heavenhound asylum. Her lips formed a big smile. If she was human, anyone nearby could tell she was about to cry.
Zibah had been away from home for about a year and a half now, leaving the pack's lead to her trusted ex-packmate, Majesty. She was sure Maj would do great as the new alphess even though they weren't blood-related and felt really confident about that. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a little sad about leaving her homelands.
But why did she leave, then? Was she tired of all her duties as commander? No, Zi was stronger than that.
Some time ago, she felt the urge to leave everything behind, her family and friends, just to find out what the whole world had to offer her and grow wiser. It was a strong impulse influenced by her past lives. In all of them, she had been in a ridiculously huge number of packs, but always left them and remained as a loner for the rest of her days. And it felt nice.
Fatigued, she laid on the grass and began to stargaze, her pewter orbs watching the sky dreamingly. Zibah wondered about another impulse. The impulse of always coming back to her loved ones.
Aldora sure meant a lot to her, and it was the only place she could come back to now, once her adoptive and real parents split up and gone missing. She sighed.
Her eyes closed as she remained in silence, resting her heavy head full of thoughts upon her ebony-dipped forepaws. She knew even though she was tired, she wouldn't be able to get her oh-so-deserved rest that night. Being home again after so long was too exciting. She only wished she had energy left to go look for her old companions. Or at least what's left of them. She had no idea of the current situation of the pack.
"I wonder if everyone is asleep already. I bet they aren't. Those kids are always hyper.", she muttered happily to herself, acting as she was the older hermit in the world. Typical of her.