Post by † Demon † on Jun 22, 2009 11:21:29 GMT -5
For Draeg (or one of Draeg's other characters) only.
The blistering heat of the summer day had begun to subside. Long shadows crept over the desolate landscape as the sun began to fall behind grassy hills, and mountains. Birds sang their evening tunes, and took shelter in the trees. The wind whistled through the valley, as though an early warning sign of a storm in the distance. Water rippled quietly in the small puddle-like waterhole, painted in shadows from the large rock formation. A single black silhouette lay atop it; paws lulling over the side and brushing across the water's top. Sinking sunlight spilled around the figure, giving it a ghostly aura of orange, red and dark golden light. From a distance, it would appear as though nothing more than the rock formation, but up close, it was clear - this was a female wolf.
Her coat was charcoal black, though with age, had begun to fade to Grey. Scars littered her body, but more-so on her hind legs and face. One scar in particular shone out among the rest. Across her left eye, a blood red streak lingered, dotted lightly with the odd tuft of fur. Poisonous green optics slowly crawled over the landscape, lazily taking in every detail of this empty, lonely territory. It was as though she were deep in thought, lost in some kind of ancient memory, and as the twitch in her gaze suggested, she most probably was.
Her mind raced over the memories of her childhood. The times she had sat with her father, Kanis, and pondered over the future. The times she had watched him sit upon the very rock formation she lay on and talk to the pack members about some issue or another. Most of the memories were good. There was her, her father, and her sister. There was Tarkah and those crazy adventures.
But as a smile began to sliver upon saliva polished lips, an angry cloud of hatred stole over her eyes.
Two words had entered her mind. A wrinkle in the back of her mind had set off memories she had wished not to recall. War, hatred, death, and destruction. Some would quite openly say this was the beginning of Demon's troubled life. Others would say she was doomed from birth.
Shatocwnn... Leohlic...
Demon winced, as though shocked by lightning. A small growl rumbled from the pit of her stomach, and her eyes fell to the size of needles. Hatred was firmly on her face, and if looks could kill... well, she'd kill.
Her mind spun wildly through the web of lies, deceit and anger of the two in question. The way they had betrayed Frecne, and betrayed her father. The way she had fought bitterly with Shatocwnn, and gained the scar over her eye. The way she had gained Leohlic as an enemy by deceiving the Balkar, and becoming the first female to enter the pack. So many memories, so much anger and hatred. So many ghosts.
But the thing that drew a tear to her eyes was the thought of her fathers death. She diverted her gaze toward the water, staring numbly at her reflection. It would appear as though she was foolishly trying to convince herself she looked like him, and in a way, perhaps she did. But it was their headstrong personality which tied them together; that and their ability to lead.
She sighed. Slashing the water lightly to distort her reflection, she suddenly felt the wind change. Her auds perked swiftly to her crown, flicking slightly at every sound. It had suddenly occurred to her that she may not be alone, but in her aging state, her mind was not what it used to be, and for all she knew, it could just be a ghost on the breeze. Growling softly to herself, she allowed her muscles to relax, and her claws release from the rock below her. Resting her head back upon her paws, she continued to stare emotionlessly into the distance, with only one thought for comfort and a heart as black and empty as night.
Why have you come back here? What were you thinking? This is no place for the broken hearted.
The blistering heat of the summer day had begun to subside. Long shadows crept over the desolate landscape as the sun began to fall behind grassy hills, and mountains. Birds sang their evening tunes, and took shelter in the trees. The wind whistled through the valley, as though an early warning sign of a storm in the distance. Water rippled quietly in the small puddle-like waterhole, painted in shadows from the large rock formation. A single black silhouette lay atop it; paws lulling over the side and brushing across the water's top. Sinking sunlight spilled around the figure, giving it a ghostly aura of orange, red and dark golden light. From a distance, it would appear as though nothing more than the rock formation, but up close, it was clear - this was a female wolf.
Her coat was charcoal black, though with age, had begun to fade to Grey. Scars littered her body, but more-so on her hind legs and face. One scar in particular shone out among the rest. Across her left eye, a blood red streak lingered, dotted lightly with the odd tuft of fur. Poisonous green optics slowly crawled over the landscape, lazily taking in every detail of this empty, lonely territory. It was as though she were deep in thought, lost in some kind of ancient memory, and as the twitch in her gaze suggested, she most probably was.
Her mind raced over the memories of her childhood. The times she had sat with her father, Kanis, and pondered over the future. The times she had watched him sit upon the very rock formation she lay on and talk to the pack members about some issue or another. Most of the memories were good. There was her, her father, and her sister. There was Tarkah and those crazy adventures.
But as a smile began to sliver upon saliva polished lips, an angry cloud of hatred stole over her eyes.
Two words had entered her mind. A wrinkle in the back of her mind had set off memories she had wished not to recall. War, hatred, death, and destruction. Some would quite openly say this was the beginning of Demon's troubled life. Others would say she was doomed from birth.
Shatocwnn... Leohlic...
Demon winced, as though shocked by lightning. A small growl rumbled from the pit of her stomach, and her eyes fell to the size of needles. Hatred was firmly on her face, and if looks could kill... well, she'd kill.
Her mind spun wildly through the web of lies, deceit and anger of the two in question. The way they had betrayed Frecne, and betrayed her father. The way she had fought bitterly with Shatocwnn, and gained the scar over her eye. The way she had gained Leohlic as an enemy by deceiving the Balkar, and becoming the first female to enter the pack. So many memories, so much anger and hatred. So many ghosts.
But the thing that drew a tear to her eyes was the thought of her fathers death. She diverted her gaze toward the water, staring numbly at her reflection. It would appear as though she was foolishly trying to convince herself she looked like him, and in a way, perhaps she did. But it was their headstrong personality which tied them together; that and their ability to lead.
She sighed. Slashing the water lightly to distort her reflection, she suddenly felt the wind change. Her auds perked swiftly to her crown, flicking slightly at every sound. It had suddenly occurred to her that she may not be alone, but in her aging state, her mind was not what it used to be, and for all she knew, it could just be a ghost on the breeze. Growling softly to herself, she allowed her muscles to relax, and her claws release from the rock below her. Resting her head back upon her paws, she continued to stare emotionlessly into the distance, with only one thought for comfort and a heart as black and empty as night.
Why have you come back here? What were you thinking? This is no place for the broken hearted.