Post by Raven on Jun 23, 2011 18:59:39 GMT -5
Twilight. The day is near done, the echoes of the afternoon fading into the sullen darkness of a hopeful cloud, closing in over the light. The sun fading, a faint pink line over the horizon. A lone wolf stands, amber eyes wide as she listens to the sounds of the forest. Blinking, she heads towards the lake. Once at the edge, she dips her head, lapping up water. She had recently eaten, so there was no use in a hunt now. Since the departure of her sister, she has had boring days. Hunt, eat, travel, sleep, repeat. Sometimes in a different order, to keep things interesting, or as interesting as they are going to get. She misses the company of her family. Of Forena, the little gray wolf that was always known to pester her in the months they traveled together. She thought she'd never miss her. But she does. It is hard living on your own, with only the sound of your own pawsteps to keep you company.
As she finishes drinking, she lifts her head, sniffing the air. There is no threat, as far as she can scent. She could stop here, and sleep. But she is not tired, so what use would it be? She has had a short day. She awoke when the sun was already fairly high in the sky. She wishes for something to do. For adventure, family, pups, a place to call home. But there is nothing right now. She is young and lonely, searching for the path to her own future. Perhaps she should move on, away from these forests. She knows there are packs around here; she has scented them. Her parents told her of them, in the days of her puphood when she would spend evenings like this one pouncing on her brothers and teasing her sister, not long ago, now. It seems like forever, but in reality it has only been about a year since her family was last all together.
There is nothing to do here. She has moved far from her family, thinking it would help her forget. She only wishes that she had been right. And so she gets up and pads along the shore of the lake, thinking that perhaps after a long walk around its perimeter, she will be tired enough to sleep. She really must be bored. Reality is a distant echo as she allows herself to forget that she is part of this forsaken world; at mind, she is alone. She is Raven.
As she finishes drinking, she lifts her head, sniffing the air. There is no threat, as far as she can scent. She could stop here, and sleep. But she is not tired, so what use would it be? She has had a short day. She awoke when the sun was already fairly high in the sky. She wishes for something to do. For adventure, family, pups, a place to call home. But there is nothing right now. She is young and lonely, searching for the path to her own future. Perhaps she should move on, away from these forests. She knows there are packs around here; she has scented them. Her parents told her of them, in the days of her puphood when she would spend evenings like this one pouncing on her brothers and teasing her sister, not long ago, now. It seems like forever, but in reality it has only been about a year since her family was last all together.
There is nothing to do here. She has moved far from her family, thinking it would help her forget. She only wishes that she had been right. And so she gets up and pads along the shore of the lake, thinking that perhaps after a long walk around its perimeter, she will be tired enough to sleep. She really must be bored. Reality is a distant echo as she allows herself to forget that she is part of this forsaken world; at mind, she is alone. She is Raven.
