Post by Cinder on Nov 11, 2005 22:01:25 GMT -5
Cinder closed her eyes as Cal asked her if she wanted to join the pack. Memories of her home pack flooded her mind. Images flickered before in a monatge of horror. Males fighing with their mates. Mother drappas slaying their own cubs. And toering above the chaos, the lead pair, the Dragga and Drappa, smiling cruely. It was the flickerings of her past.
Her eyes slid open as nother varg entered the den. Cinder stared in awe of his snowy-white fur. She had been told, in stories, that the only wolf who had ever worn a pure white pelt had been Larka, a she-wolf blessed with the Sight. She souldn't help but curl her lips into a smile as she looked at him.. She didn't answer his question, though. Cinder remained silent, praying for the healer to return. The pain was almost unbearable. Curious, the cub raised her head and looked at herself. She shuddered as she realized that her thin body was resting in a small pool of crimson blood.
Her eyes slid open as nother varg entered the den. Cinder stared in awe of his snowy-white fur. She had been told, in stories, that the only wolf who had ever worn a pure white pelt had been Larka, a she-wolf blessed with the Sight. She souldn't help but curl her lips into a smile as she looked at him.. She didn't answer his question, though. Cinder remained silent, praying for the healer to return. The pain was almost unbearable. Curious, the cub raised her head and looked at herself. She shuddered as she realized that her thin body was resting in a small pool of crimson blood.
