Post by Snowflame on May 9, 2009 11:19:06 GMT -5
The dark, depressing grey clouds hung low over the landscape. A strong wind blew the torrential rain like a bullet, and all the sensible animals had sense to take shelter. A lone figure, its head bowed low in the gusts, stalked the land wearily, her paws tired and sore. Her pale fur ruffled in the wind, sending chills through her body. Her teeth were clenched shut, as she fought the bitter battle against the storm.
The young faemme was pummelled by the fierce winds, and she tripped on a stray stone, but luckily regained her balance. Her red tinged banner was low, and her thin, wiry legs looked as if they were about to collapse. The young wolf resigned herself to defeat and started to look for shelter.
Snowflame felt uncomfortable at being so close to the Balkar, the murderers of her family, and destroyers of her true happiness. The young fae was glad, though, that she had found a pack, Koran, and that her fellow pack members were funny and kind-hearted. The thought of this gave her a new hope, and she bounded through the wind, the thick rain starting to cease.
As the wind began to abate, Snowflame could finally appreciate the scenery around her. She snarled in fear as she noticed a dark outline, a human building of legend to her, and she cowered in fear at the sight of the stone castle. She snarled, her hackles raising, her eyes full of fear, for she, like some other Vargs, believed that Wolfbane dwelled in the castle upon the hill.
The fae spotted a sort of den underneath the shadow of the castle, and whimpered. Should she take shelter there and hope that Wolfbane didn't come? Snowflame growled uncertainly, but reluctantly padded towards the shelter.
It was well hidden, but as she scrambled inside, she thought she heard a faint howl. She shuddered, her banner going even lower, and wearily padded into the stone den.
Immediately, she felt warm, and she glanced back to see that the clouds had started to go, revealing a setting sun coloured with oranges, yellows and reds. She growled in content, and curled up and closed her drooping blue eyes.
The young faemme was pummelled by the fierce winds, and she tripped on a stray stone, but luckily regained her balance. Her red tinged banner was low, and her thin, wiry legs looked as if they were about to collapse. The young wolf resigned herself to defeat and started to look for shelter.
Snowflame felt uncomfortable at being so close to the Balkar, the murderers of her family, and destroyers of her true happiness. The young fae was glad, though, that she had found a pack, Koran, and that her fellow pack members were funny and kind-hearted. The thought of this gave her a new hope, and she bounded through the wind, the thick rain starting to cease.
As the wind began to abate, Snowflame could finally appreciate the scenery around her. She snarled in fear as she noticed a dark outline, a human building of legend to her, and she cowered in fear at the sight of the stone castle. She snarled, her hackles raising, her eyes full of fear, for she, like some other Vargs, believed that Wolfbane dwelled in the castle upon the hill.
The fae spotted a sort of den underneath the shadow of the castle, and whimpered. Should she take shelter there and hope that Wolfbane didn't come? Snowflame growled uncertainly, but reluctantly padded towards the shelter.
It was well hidden, but as she scrambled inside, she thought she heard a faint howl. She shuddered, her banner going even lower, and wearily padded into the stone den.
Immediately, she felt warm, and she glanced back to see that the clouds had started to go, revealing a setting sun coloured with oranges, yellows and reds. She growled in content, and curled up and closed her drooping blue eyes.