Post by Ayame on Aug 14, 2009 19:02:49 GMT -5
//Open to all, don't know where this thread is going just felt like writing.//
Tor began to sink beyond the horizon and the stars began to fade as the slightest amount of Fenris’ rays began to dance across the mountainous terrain. There asleep within a small crevice laid an ebon fae curled in a ball with her nose hidden by her fluffy tail. Hidden from the element on the other side of her bodice were healing gashes from the recent fight the pack endured from the stone castle against a monsterous grizzly. Visions of that day crept through the fae’s dreams causing her to growl and snarl in her sleep without her even knowing; quite a sight for any onlookers nearby. Soon rays on light began to creep onto the fae’s ebon pelt and slowly reached her eyes as they began to flutter open. Thankful to be awoken from the nightmares that plagued her she slowly unwrapped herself, her front paws stretched out in front of her, scrapping against the rocky terrain below her. Wincing slightly from the skin stretched under her wound she rose to her paws, shaking from her pelt any debris that continued to cling on tight. Soon a yawn escaped her maw showing her white daggers and long tongue; smacking her jaws together and slowly waking up she noticed what a beautiful morning it had turned out to be.
Ayame soon began to smile, she was grateful to be alive, others in her pack weren’t so lucky. Soon the smile was wiped from her maw. Resting back on her haunches she began to wonder if there was anything she could have done differently to save the Beta mann. Should she just have tucked tail and run? The midnight fae rose to her paws once more and slowly padded over to the edge of the cliff where she plopped down overlooking Transylvania below her. Images of the stormy night began flooding to her mind, replaying it over and over again, trying to think of a way for the outcome to be different, for the ruddy Beta to still be alive. Maybe she was the one who put them in danger; maybe if they would have run instead of fight, they would all still be alive and well in pack lands. Instead she chose to fight, she struck the grizzly first and others had to join in to try to save her, how could she be so stupid? Not only did she possibly cause Drathlic’s death, but also caused harm to every member of the pack, and almost lost the Dragga in the river as well. Maybe she should leave the pack, she most definitely didn’t want to cause any more harm. But where would she go, the only place she knew to go was to Dane and she wasn’t a big fan of the swamps. No it was best for her to stay where she was if the Alpha’s would let her stay, she would just have to learn that she can’t win them all. She just hoped the rest of the pack didn’t blame her for what had happened, then she would never be able to live with herself.
As she began to think of the rest of the pack, a slight smile came across her maw once more. At least one good thing had happened; Sudak and Gryffin definitely seemed to be on better terms. She knew she was most likely the cause of some of their troubles and she hated it. She wanted them to work things out; she wanted them to be happy again. She would deal with the tension between the Drappa and herself, that she could handle, she couldn’t handle the Alpha’s hating each other because of her. Ayame had thought about leaving the pack on several occasions, thinking that maybe that would help but each time both Dane and Sudak assured her that such was not the case that it would only make the pack weaker. So here she stayed, overlooking all of Transylvania, her tail flopping back and forth lazily mending her wounds both physical and emotional….
Tor began to sink beyond the horizon and the stars began to fade as the slightest amount of Fenris’ rays began to dance across the mountainous terrain. There asleep within a small crevice laid an ebon fae curled in a ball with her nose hidden by her fluffy tail. Hidden from the element on the other side of her bodice were healing gashes from the recent fight the pack endured from the stone castle against a monsterous grizzly. Visions of that day crept through the fae’s dreams causing her to growl and snarl in her sleep without her even knowing; quite a sight for any onlookers nearby. Soon rays on light began to creep onto the fae’s ebon pelt and slowly reached her eyes as they began to flutter open. Thankful to be awoken from the nightmares that plagued her she slowly unwrapped herself, her front paws stretched out in front of her, scrapping against the rocky terrain below her. Wincing slightly from the skin stretched under her wound she rose to her paws, shaking from her pelt any debris that continued to cling on tight. Soon a yawn escaped her maw showing her white daggers and long tongue; smacking her jaws together and slowly waking up she noticed what a beautiful morning it had turned out to be.
Ayame soon began to smile, she was grateful to be alive, others in her pack weren’t so lucky. Soon the smile was wiped from her maw. Resting back on her haunches she began to wonder if there was anything she could have done differently to save the Beta mann. Should she just have tucked tail and run? The midnight fae rose to her paws once more and slowly padded over to the edge of the cliff where she plopped down overlooking Transylvania below her. Images of the stormy night began flooding to her mind, replaying it over and over again, trying to think of a way for the outcome to be different, for the ruddy Beta to still be alive. Maybe she was the one who put them in danger; maybe if they would have run instead of fight, they would all still be alive and well in pack lands. Instead she chose to fight, she struck the grizzly first and others had to join in to try to save her, how could she be so stupid? Not only did she possibly cause Drathlic’s death, but also caused harm to every member of the pack, and almost lost the Dragga in the river as well. Maybe she should leave the pack, she most definitely didn’t want to cause any more harm. But where would she go, the only place she knew to go was to Dane and she wasn’t a big fan of the swamps. No it was best for her to stay where she was if the Alpha’s would let her stay, she would just have to learn that she can’t win them all. She just hoped the rest of the pack didn’t blame her for what had happened, then she would never be able to live with herself.
As she began to think of the rest of the pack, a slight smile came across her maw once more. At least one good thing had happened; Sudak and Gryffin definitely seemed to be on better terms. She knew she was most likely the cause of some of their troubles and she hated it. She wanted them to work things out; she wanted them to be happy again. She would deal with the tension between the Drappa and herself, that she could handle, she couldn’t handle the Alpha’s hating each other because of her. Ayame had thought about leaving the pack on several occasions, thinking that maybe that would help but each time both Dane and Sudak assured her that such was not the case that it would only make the pack weaker. So here she stayed, overlooking all of Transylvania, her tail flopping back and forth lazily mending her wounds both physical and emotional….
