Post by Ayame on May 13, 2014 18:14:51 GMT -5
Flashes of light bolted across the sky and rolls of thunder echoed all around as big, fat raindrops pounded the ground. The dark grey clouds locked together and denied all of Fenris’ rays of breaking through and as the day was drawing to an end the never ending darkness engulfed all the land. It had been a blistering hot day, the hottest day of the season yet, and even though it was now storming the temperature had hardly dropped.
Fiery hues peered out from dreary dark cave, the sounds of her panting echoing throughout the cave as the fae listened to the loud thunder scream across the lands and flashes of light caused the black fae to squint her old eyes. As the lightening flashed you could see the fae more clearly, at least her reddish-orange eyes and the grayness that had developed on her muzzle as she aged. Life had not been kind to her from a young pup and it showed more each day. As she shifted her body to rest on the other side growls rumbled through her body, not of anger, but of pain. All the fights and wandering of life had taken a toll on her mind and body. Ayame rested her head on her crossed paws as she looked out of the cave and started to think about how different life use to be, if even briefly. She thought of Sudak and how he found her and helped train her into a warrior and taken her to his pack. She also thought of Gryffin, Silent, Orion and the rest of the members of her pack and wondered what had happened to them. Ayame closed her eyes and sighed as thoughts of Oren and Styr came to mind, they too had since disappeared. Everyone she knew had slowly drifted apart…her pack was gone.
As the old fae stood, you could hear her joints pop and crack. She began to shake off the debris from her pelt that the wet cave floor had left clinging to her. As she stood you could see the scars left across her body from the fighting she had to endure not only from her associations with List but also wandering as a lone wolf after the lands became almost empty in her pack. Ayame was old, tired and decided it was time to return to the only home she really ever knew…it was time to return to the mountainous lands of List…
Fiery hues peered out from dreary dark cave, the sounds of her panting echoing throughout the cave as the fae listened to the loud thunder scream across the lands and flashes of light caused the black fae to squint her old eyes. As the lightening flashed you could see the fae more clearly, at least her reddish-orange eyes and the grayness that had developed on her muzzle as she aged. Life had not been kind to her from a young pup and it showed more each day. As she shifted her body to rest on the other side growls rumbled through her body, not of anger, but of pain. All the fights and wandering of life had taken a toll on her mind and body. Ayame rested her head on her crossed paws as she looked out of the cave and started to think about how different life use to be, if even briefly. She thought of Sudak and how he found her and helped train her into a warrior and taken her to his pack. She also thought of Gryffin, Silent, Orion and the rest of the members of her pack and wondered what had happened to them. Ayame closed her eyes and sighed as thoughts of Oren and Styr came to mind, they too had since disappeared. Everyone she knew had slowly drifted apart…her pack was gone.
As the old fae stood, you could hear her joints pop and crack. She began to shake off the debris from her pelt that the wet cave floor had left clinging to her. As she stood you could see the scars left across her body from the fighting she had to endure not only from her associations with List but also wandering as a lone wolf after the lands became almost empty in her pack. Ayame was old, tired and decided it was time to return to the only home she really ever knew…it was time to return to the mountainous lands of List…