Post by Tasá on Jun 20, 2005 23:43:46 GMT -5
*a tired red sun slowly slipped behind the mountains that outlined the horizon, its last rays of light spilling magnificently across the sky, staining it red - the colour of blood. the scattered clouds hung suspended in the slowly darkening sky as the stars began to spark into life. the last of the days birds chattered meaninglessly in the trees, serenading away the last minutes of the day that had now all but been spent. until they too twittered a farewell to the light and retreated back into their nests to sleep through the darkness that was night. now the red blood light had all but disappeared, and twilight hovered above the lands as all lera crept back into their beds to their peaceful slumber.
but there was one lera that did not sleep, one varg who stole through the night towards a place that she once, for a short time, had foolishly called home. in her heart Tasá was a kerl, a mad scrawny old kerl at that, whose fragmented mind presented her with only pieces of memories. and recently her dreams had been haunted by this place, this territory, this pack. and the Alphas that ruled within.
the kerl walked on. her wiry and bitten tail held high, marked distinctively with self-inflicted scars. the rest of her scrawny body was also littered with the glistening remains of once splendid wounds. battle scars. and reminders of her terrible and daunting past. many scars her terrible memory could not recall the origins of, and remained a mystery, even to herself. she looked as if she should have been dead a long long time ago. if all the fights had not have killed her, starvation should have. for this faemme was unnaturally thin. a walking skeleton wrapped with skin in appearance, her legs as thin as the bones that made them up, and her ribs sticking out dangerously as if they were about to sear through her thick hide. her unkempt and dirty fur screamed lack of care and attention, but if one looked closely, they could guess at its natural colour. a light greyish brown darkening on her back. and her muzzle was white, whitened prematurely with age showing her years spent in the hard life of a kerl. however looks were discieveing. Tasá was younger than she appeared, and definately not as weak.
scents weaved their way up to this faemmes sensitive nove and she lowered her head slowly, she had reached the pack border. her lip curled upwards in distaste, showing her yellowing teeth to still be whole and sharp. standing tributes to the damage this stubborn kerl could still cause. carelessly she stepped a large clawed paw over the border, her head did not swing to the sky to howl Trattos Blessing, nor did she belong to this land anymore. she was once again what she always was, and had been. a trespasser. at least now she knew the lands on which she was trespassing. and the vargs she was likely to meet on her road. part of her diseased mind wondered, for a split second at least, whether they had changed in the years she had spent apart from them. would the Alpha's still be the ones she once had known?*
but there was one lera that did not sleep, one varg who stole through the night towards a place that she once, for a short time, had foolishly called home. in her heart Tasá was a kerl, a mad scrawny old kerl at that, whose fragmented mind presented her with only pieces of memories. and recently her dreams had been haunted by this place, this territory, this pack. and the Alphas that ruled within.
the kerl walked on. her wiry and bitten tail held high, marked distinctively with self-inflicted scars. the rest of her scrawny body was also littered with the glistening remains of once splendid wounds. battle scars. and reminders of her terrible and daunting past. many scars her terrible memory could not recall the origins of, and remained a mystery, even to herself. she looked as if she should have been dead a long long time ago. if all the fights had not have killed her, starvation should have. for this faemme was unnaturally thin. a walking skeleton wrapped with skin in appearance, her legs as thin as the bones that made them up, and her ribs sticking out dangerously as if they were about to sear through her thick hide. her unkempt and dirty fur screamed lack of care and attention, but if one looked closely, they could guess at its natural colour. a light greyish brown darkening on her back. and her muzzle was white, whitened prematurely with age showing her years spent in the hard life of a kerl. however looks were discieveing. Tasá was younger than she appeared, and definately not as weak.
scents weaved their way up to this faemmes sensitive nove and she lowered her head slowly, she had reached the pack border. her lip curled upwards in distaste, showing her yellowing teeth to still be whole and sharp. standing tributes to the damage this stubborn kerl could still cause. carelessly she stepped a large clawed paw over the border, her head did not swing to the sky to howl Trattos Blessing, nor did she belong to this land anymore. she was once again what she always was, and had been. a trespasser. at least now she knew the lands on which she was trespassing. and the vargs she was likely to meet on her road. part of her diseased mind wondered, for a split second at least, whether they had changed in the years she had spent apart from them. would the Alpha's still be the ones she once had known?*