Post by okamiwolf on Apr 18, 2006 20:25:58 GMT -5
The rain was falling lightly over the territory of Deor. Lucivar had not explored everyplace here yet, but it seemed that a familiar scent had drawn her to wonder about this pack. She’d heard good things. It was a strong, brave pack. One that’s numbers weaned, but the few that stayed were loyal to the land. She hoped that they would welcome her with warm greetings, being new to their family she had no idea what to expect. She’d also been drawn to Chalos. He reminded her of someone, a Kerl she had once met long ago during pup hood. He was strong, and seemed to be a good leader. One that could keep his members in-line, and yet be very kind and gentle at the same time.
Civar shook her pelage free of the droplets of water, the rain that had settled there. Her blackened, brown flecked back spiked, the guard hairs that had once held water now looked as if they’d been spiked by gel, and they stayed that way until the rain coated her fur again and she would soon need to shake the water off again. Civar continued her pace, prints left behind in the softened ground from her large paws, though no so big that they stood out, she’d grown into them by now.
Silently the she-Varg wondered if maybe the other Vargs here wouldn’t like her. Maybe they would act like she was more an outsider than anything else. But she immediately dismissed the idea. She didn’t want to think pessimistically, she was too much of an optimist, or she liked to think she was, really she had quite idealistic views and tended to wish that the world really was at peace. Lucivar blinked as sunlight filtered through a patch in the clouds, it was bright, but not enough to stop rain.
As time drifted by Civar realized that she’d yet to meet anyone. She had to take this time to ponder where everyone was. She knew that the lands weren’t deserted, they couldn’t be. She was here, and Chalos, and the few other Vargs that she figured should be hanging around. She lifted her creamy muzzle to the sky, her icy eyes glimmering brightly as she called to the pack, notifying them of their new arrival.
Civar shook her pelage free of the droplets of water, the rain that had settled there. Her blackened, brown flecked back spiked, the guard hairs that had once held water now looked as if they’d been spiked by gel, and they stayed that way until the rain coated her fur again and she would soon need to shake the water off again. Civar continued her pace, prints left behind in the softened ground from her large paws, though no so big that they stood out, she’d grown into them by now.
Silently the she-Varg wondered if maybe the other Vargs here wouldn’t like her. Maybe they would act like she was more an outsider than anything else. But she immediately dismissed the idea. She didn’t want to think pessimistically, she was too much of an optimist, or she liked to think she was, really she had quite idealistic views and tended to wish that the world really was at peace. Lucivar blinked as sunlight filtered through a patch in the clouds, it was bright, but not enough to stop rain.
As time drifted by Civar realized that she’d yet to meet anyone. She had to take this time to ponder where everyone was. She knew that the lands weren’t deserted, they couldn’t be. She was here, and Chalos, and the few other Vargs that she figured should be hanging around. She lifted her creamy muzzle to the sky, her icy eyes glimmering brightly as she called to the pack, notifying them of their new arrival.