coming back from the drift

[Altessa]

Altessa was glad to be back on familiar ground and to see familiar faces. She couldn't wait to get caught up on what has been going on within the pack and their alliances. But she heard in the winds that there dragga was missing. But she was still glad to be home. Home, the place that she called that excepted her the way she was.



(got to go because i have to work out or my mom might go mad.)

[Altessa]

Altessa had learned that things had changed while she was gone. New vargs had joined and some had left the pack. She would still love this place no matter what happened to her. She didn't know who to turn to, to find out what had happened over the many moons she was gone. Even she just joined the pack she had to leave. There was something she had to find out about herself that was beyond the pack grounds. Chalos had accepted her with open arms and yet she had to leave so suddenly without a word to her dragga that she was leaving. She wondered if he hated her for leaving so soon. She wondered if the whole packed hated her for leaving. But she had to find out who she really was before she could fully accepted her self for what she was. She went to the tree that she had laid upon her first night as a member of the pack Deor. She curled up in a ball and started to think upon the journey that she took. The spot still had her scent. It comforted her a little. But as she started to fall asleep she feared of the nightmares from the past that she didn't know about.

[Chalos Autumn]

[glow=black,5,000]

The great alpha's head reared high and proud as he sauntered closer to the scent of a she-varg who had left and had now returned.. Altessa. Though he hadn't had much of a chance to befriend her and learn about her, Chalos was a curious Dragga. He bowed respectfully to her as he approached, a gentle smile playing at his maw.

"Altessa." He crooned, sitting down beside the female, his emerald eyes never leaving her. She was a pretty little thing, fair and friendly but with lonely eyes.. Most of the she-varg in Deor had these eyes, as if they had come to the pack out of loneliness, in search of a family to call their own. "Young wolf," Chalos smiled, "Something plagues you. What is it?" Wolves constantly left and returned to the packlands, her absence had not worried him.[/glow]

[Altessa]

Altessa looked up to see her dragga. She saw the concern and curious in his eyes. "Hmmm," she said trying to wake up. "Oh right, you asked if something was wrong. Well you could say that. I was lookimg for some clue as to what my past was, but all I get is these nightmares. Little bits and pieces of the past the haunt me in my sleep." She looked at her dragga for an answer to her night mares but she knew that he wouldn't have it. "Ever since Dan, my foster mother, found me in the snow two winters ago, I feel that something is missing from my life." Altessa looked away from her dragga as if she herself didn't diserve to look at him. She didn't know what to do about her night mares. Everytime she has a night mare she gets less and less sleep.