Post by Ilinga on Oct 19, 2005 12:03:41 GMT -5
The human behind Ilinga has been having lots of different ideas about her old Pack, Zostar's Children, but not being able to link them together all that well. Now, the person has come to the conclusion of typing it all down in a long story with chapters and switching characters, though Ilinga only has recollections from her own point of view. This story starts when Ilinga and her sister were patrolling the forest. . .
Prologue
The Moon rose high above the forest sillouhetted beneath the silver glow. Too lupine forms could be seen patrolling the edge of the moonlit forest. The silver form looked to her brown companion and growled, "It's no use, Spikeletta, the herla have moved on from this territory and wandered into enemy lands. Zostar's Children cannot survive on rodents and birds, we need big kills to satisfy everyone, from the oldest Elder to the youngest Pup still drinking its Mother's milk." Spikeletta looked over he shoulder at the silver femme who had spoken.
"Sister, they have not left permanently, they might have just wandered off then doubled back on themselves," Wishful thinking was not the usual to expect from the brown Varg.
"And if they have not doubled back then we as a Pack are doomed unless we move!"
"Father will never agree to leaving, this is our Ancestral Home, if we leave then we shall never survive, Ilinga."
"And if we do not leave, we shall slowly starve on a measly diet of rodents and birds, hardly enough to feed five Warriors!"
"Wait, you here that?" Spikeletta growled. Ilinga listened, but could not here it. She lifted her muzzle and tested the air. The rank smell of weakness and hunger hit the roof of her mouth and her lips curled into a snarl.
The brown femme had already set off in the direction of a bramble thicket. Ilinga considered calling her back, but shot forward and nosed her way through the sharp thorns. Spikeletta joined her and snarled. The silver femme looked to her snarling brown sister and growled. There in the center of the thicket, stood a crippled black Varg.
It's not much, but Prologue's don't have to be as long as Chapters.
Prologue
The Moon rose high above the forest sillouhetted beneath the silver glow. Too lupine forms could be seen patrolling the edge of the moonlit forest. The silver form looked to her brown companion and growled, "It's no use, Spikeletta, the herla have moved on from this territory and wandered into enemy lands. Zostar's Children cannot survive on rodents and birds, we need big kills to satisfy everyone, from the oldest Elder to the youngest Pup still drinking its Mother's milk." Spikeletta looked over he shoulder at the silver femme who had spoken.
"Sister, they have not left permanently, they might have just wandered off then doubled back on themselves," Wishful thinking was not the usual to expect from the brown Varg.
"And if they have not doubled back then we as a Pack are doomed unless we move!"
"Father will never agree to leaving, this is our Ancestral Home, if we leave then we shall never survive, Ilinga."
"And if we do not leave, we shall slowly starve on a measly diet of rodents and birds, hardly enough to feed five Warriors!"
"Wait, you here that?" Spikeletta growled. Ilinga listened, but could not here it. She lifted her muzzle and tested the air. The rank smell of weakness and hunger hit the roof of her mouth and her lips curled into a snarl.
The brown femme had already set off in the direction of a bramble thicket. Ilinga considered calling her back, but shot forward and nosed her way through the sharp thorns. Spikeletta joined her and snarled. The silver femme looked to her snarling brown sister and growled. There in the center of the thicket, stood a crippled black Varg.
It's not much, but Prologue's don't have to be as long as Chapters.
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