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Post by Camo on Sept 13, 2012 21:22:34 GMT -5
Saoirse
Don't you [ d a r e ] watch me leave Life felt different now, everything did. Certain aspects of her life had gone from bad to worse and had somehow decided to swiftly change its course. For once, she felt safe but within the confines of her mind lurked something dark and haunting, a simple reminder that despite this new found feeling life could switch it up on her once more. Perhaps it was the unpredictability of life that had her shoved her into the depths of anxiety as she could do absolutely nothing or predict what could come about. To have full control of the tendrils of her own path and destiny was ideal but the four year old knew better than that. She had to let life run its course, had to let it run free as she so often wished she could. Strange that her name was the embodiment of what she was chasing after, a dream that had once seemed so far out of reach had now been grasped firmly within her jowls. It was perhaps the only thing the female would not release. This sense of freedom was what she had been vying for and now that she had it, it didn’t feel like she was free at all. Maybe it really was just a dream, a fairytale.
’It’s still nice to dream.’
The words fluttered into her mind and brought mixed feelings to the darkly colored wolf. Dreams were fickle things from her experience as they could hold empty promises that kept one full of hope, or shatter one’s soul with upheld promises but lacked great detail. Saoirse snorted through her nostrils quietly, removing herself abruptly from her thoughts as she gazed out at the lands. Her soft blue eyes swept across the vicinity with indifference, knowing she’d see the same sights over and over again. This time, she soon came to realize, that everything was different. How long had she been meandering through her troublesome thoughts?
’Clearly, much too long.’
The response was immediate and Saoirse’s once calm stature had suddenly become stiff and alert. She jerked from her position, jumping up to her paws with ease as she assessed the situation. There were no sounds of distant laughter or the scuffles of a play fight. There was nothing but the sound of her shallow and rapid breathing. Her blue eyes filled with paranoia. Where was everyone? Had they gone off hunting and forgotten to tell her? She paced outside of the dens, releasing a soft whine of apprehension before the scarred female forced herself to sit at the mouth of the pack dens. If the pack were to return it was best she stayed here just in case. Old habits, Saoirse knew, died hard.
Ooc: Absolute FAIL. x.x Please excuse this, it’ll improve. I haven’t role played wolves in ages so my apologies. If you didn’t catch it, Saoirse means ‘freedom’ in Gaelic. Anyways, I hope you find a way to reply to this, regardless. :)
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Post by Cinder on Sept 13, 2012 21:45:39 GMT -5
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The sun shone through the trees with the waning strength of autumn. The leaves fell from the trees in a silent, gentle cascade of color. Golden, brown, burgundy, and brilliant reds and yellows clung to sleepy branches, and littered the ground making a crackly carpet full of color.
A lone wolf sat at the base of a large oak. She wasn't big or intimidating as some, and had a gentleness about her even in her silent stillness. Her body was small and feminine, though the strength was clear as well. She was full of stubbornness, and determination, something that was clear as you looked into her golden amber eyes.
At the moment those eyes were taking in all that was around her small slender frame. The trees, the leaves, the way the sunlight filtered through the canopy above her head. She watched in interest as bugs zipped to and fro in the air around her. Squirrels and other small critters scampered here and there gathering food for the winter that was soon to come. They would be safe in their hide-holes as the sheets of sparkling white coated the earth.
This was her favorite time of year. The beauty of it took her attention and held it, until the snow came to replace the glory that was fall. Slowly and lazily Riversong got to her feet, and began to wander once again. She had gone hunting for her pack earlier in the day, and planned to go again before going back. But for now, she was just wandering for the joy of it.
Her eyes closed as the sun kissed her pelt. dappling the gray, black, and white flecked fur with touches of golden color and warmth. She was beautiful, and the fact that she was oblivious to it made her all the more attractive.
Sighing, she pulled herself to her feet, and began the walk back to the dens. She had gone out hunting earlier that morning, but now her trip was over, and she needed to get on with the day. She padded through the woods, just enjoying the quiet that surrounded her. As she neared the place that was her home, she heard a whine. Quickening her pace, the beautiful female trotted towards the dens.
As the dens came into view, she could see the source of the sound easily. A scarred yet still pretty female paced in front of the mouth to the dens anxiously. It was not hard to tell that she was uneasy about something. As River watched she sat down and looked out into the forest. Riversong trotted out into the open and greeted the female with a smile.
"Hello, what's wrong? Is there any way that I can help?"
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Post by Camo on Sept 19, 2012 12:59:47 GMT -5
Saoirse
Don't you [ d a r e ] watch me leave The sudden shift from a land filled with life had changed deftly into a land of isolation within moments. Saoirse’s vision was not clouded with the abundance of wolves but rather the eerie stillness before her. The land spread out into a vast expansion, revealing nothing but the faint and blurred shadows of rooted trees gently swaying with the autumn breeze. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. She shook her head rapidly, eyes frantically scanning the horizon for signs of life as her mind lurched into possible conclusions of as to what had happened. Immediately, the inner workings of her mind spun into the negatives and simply offered her no comfort. All she could come up with is that the pack either abandoned her or they were dead. Her eyes flicked down towards her paws, searching for signs of a battle or blood splatters on the dens surrounding her and none came. Instead, she was faced with the loneliness she was fighting to avoid all along.
Her eyelids closed tightly over those light blue eyes, refusing to let her see what was panning out before her. Her petite body began to tremble as her shoulders quaked violently as she tried to keep her emotions in check but to no avail. Saoirse wondered if she should leave behind the security of the dens to find them or stay put and let them find her. Before she could even conjure a reasonable decision, a voice broke through the garbled mess of thoughts, and resounded within her ears with clarity. Her eyelids snapped open, turning to face the source of the voice. Frightened and unsure, Saoirse stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over her paws in the process. Her body still quivered with the mass of her emotions as she observed the friendly face of the wolf before her.
’Things are not always what they seem.’
The reminder was gentle yet defensive as Saoirse had learned that particular lesson the hard way. Still, the young female knew she had to try and perhaps this wolf was just as kind as the smile that rested on her features. Saoirse’s mouth parted as if to speak but no words fell from her maw. She whined, ears falling back against her head as her tail tucked itself between her legs. Her head lowered instinctively as her face revealed a look of questioning that broke through the crevices of fright.
’W-Who are y-you?’
Ooc: She’ll talk… Eventually. Poor gal is just too scared for her own good.
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Post by Cinder on Sept 20, 2012 21:43:49 GMT -5
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Riversong could see the fear and desperation in the fragile female's eyes. She took a step back from her hoping that it would make her more comfortable, and lowered her hind quarters to the ground. She was very patient, and knew that it would take time to work through whatever it was that was going on in the other wolf's head. Clearly she was very worked up and nervous, though River did not know why. She was going to stay untill she did know though, no one should have to be so scared, she was safe here.
River looked back, eminating calmness. Her voice was soft and soothing as she spoke the words that she hoped would calm the poor lupine before her.
"It is alright, I will not hurt you. I am Riversong. I am a hunter for the pack. What is your name? Surely somone as pretty as yourself must have a pretty name."
A soft smile lit her face as she looked serenely back at the female before her. One small step at a time. She would get her comfortable with small questions, and then see if she could help with the bigger problem, whatever that was.
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