Post by ayuma on Jun 6, 2008 13:25:35 GMT -5
Cerulean paws tracked the earth as though they had traveled here many times before. The damp earth beneath her paws, the occasional shallow wave breaking along the loamy Fukai Lake's shore.. it was such bliss to the extraordinarily small water wolf. Bliss was not a thing that came quite readily to the insane little monster. Her dark nostrils flared, the scent of fish deep within the lake edging into her senses. A beautiful part of being a water wolf was the aid of excellent scent - at least in the way of scenting your own pack, or the most common prey to her kind, marine life. Her silver eyes rose, locking coldly upon the waterfall ahead.
Ayuma waved her tail and blinked. This place was the home of a pack. Indecisively, she lowered her rear end to the earth and simply sat, gazing blankly at the crashing waterfall. Though her outward appearance of ease and nonchalant boredom did not appear troubled, in her cunning, cruel mind, a battle raged.
Should she attempt to join this pack? The wolves she had met before in her life had oft been aided by special powers. Should a wolf live here that could sense her true intentions, and should the pack be large enough, her life would be in threat. However, Ayuma was quite an actress. She had put on act after act before - this new place - this beautiful new place! - should be no different. Her ears flattened to her skull. The decision should not be quite so difficult to make, but - she did not necessarily want to risk her intentions being revealed.
And then, of course, her intentions may not even exist. The typical things that the she-wolf planned upon considering the joining of a new pack were pain and suffering to the members. To gain a wolf's trust, to betray them after. To seize the reigns of the leadership in a pack with the right to the throne by murder. To massacre the entire pack, even. But what if this pack was boring or weak? What if they rebelled against her? The female water wolf scrunched her small white eyebrows together in confusion. Everything was always so complex.
There can't be that much at risk, she reasoned with herself, tilting her head to gaze at the waterfall. She was uncertain where the pack's territory began; the boundaries were unclear. She pulled herself gently to her delicate paws and raised her slender muzzle to the clear summer skies.
Suddenly, the she-wolf froze. The scent, so vague, also appeared masterless. How in the world had she failed to notice such a thing? A snarl of excitement escaped her throat. A land without an alpha was a land up for grabs. Her tail rose automatically. Perhaps there would be subjects to claim. There were other lands near this one.. they could be conquered... war.
The female raised her muzzle again, this time with strong authority and purpose. Her startlingly powerful howl echoed across the lands.
"I claim this pack as my own!"
[/b]she howled, leaning her weight upon her hind legs. "My name is Ayuma Pavati; I am the alphess of this pack."Ayuma waved her tail and blinked. This place was the home of a pack. Indecisively, she lowered her rear end to the earth and simply sat, gazing blankly at the crashing waterfall. Though her outward appearance of ease and nonchalant boredom did not appear troubled, in her cunning, cruel mind, a battle raged.
Should she attempt to join this pack? The wolves she had met before in her life had oft been aided by special powers. Should a wolf live here that could sense her true intentions, and should the pack be large enough, her life would be in threat. However, Ayuma was quite an actress. She had put on act after act before - this new place - this beautiful new place! - should be no different. Her ears flattened to her skull. The decision should not be quite so difficult to make, but - she did not necessarily want to risk her intentions being revealed.
And then, of course, her intentions may not even exist. The typical things that the she-wolf planned upon considering the joining of a new pack were pain and suffering to the members. To gain a wolf's trust, to betray them after. To seize the reigns of the leadership in a pack with the right to the throne by murder. To massacre the entire pack, even. But what if this pack was boring or weak? What if they rebelled against her? The female water wolf scrunched her small white eyebrows together in confusion. Everything was always so complex.
There can't be that much at risk, she reasoned with herself, tilting her head to gaze at the waterfall. She was uncertain where the pack's territory began; the boundaries were unclear. She pulled herself gently to her delicate paws and raised her slender muzzle to the clear summer skies.
Suddenly, the she-wolf froze. The scent, so vague, also appeared masterless. How in the world had she failed to notice such a thing? A snarl of excitement escaped her throat. A land without an alpha was a land up for grabs. Her tail rose automatically. Perhaps there would be subjects to claim. There were other lands near this one.. they could be conquered... war.
The female raised her muzzle again, this time with strong authority and purpose. Her startlingly powerful howl echoed across the lands.
"I claim this pack as my own!"
And thus, she raised her tail and moved quickly towards the waterfall, eager to be in control of not only herself, but everyone and everything around her.
It was good to be in charge. Her heart pounded quickly, excited at the prospect of owning these lands. Her tail was erect, as were her ears, eager, dominant, and thirsty for the coming power. Her silver eyes shifted to the waters, and she looked carefully about the lands. None of her new subjects seemed to be coming to her, not yet. What harm could a quick swim inflict?
The small water wolf turned and slipped into the shallows of the water, allowing her thickly webbed paws to catch the liquid like a net. She sank under, and struck out, zooming forward several feet. She rolled over, underwater, looking up through the chilly water at the rippling sunlight echoing past the waves to the beautiful expanse beneath. Her silver eyes sparkled brightly, protected by their thin, waterproof veil. She struck out again. The fin along her back cut through the water like a fish, and her tail acted as a rudder as she drifted quickly along on her back.
Ayuma rolled over, observing the deepest, darkest shadows of the lake. Her fur floated about her in tufts, waterproof, of course, but still tusselled by the force of her swimming. Without another lazy stroke, the female began to weave down, in the manner that a fish uses to swim, side to side with her body, paddling with her webbied paws. Her ears were flattened to her head, her ridge sharp and deadly to the touch on her back. With unimaginable speed, she flew towards the deepest depths, flying past gulping fish and floating algae, straight into the knotted weeds at the very bottom of the rocky lake. She pulled up swiftly, narrowly avoiding a collision with the earth, and came to a halt, silver eyes gazing about the lake's depths. Everything rippled sweetly, in a vague haze of cerulean and sunlit freshwater. Her new territory, if it encompassed this, was certainly worthy of the time it took to howl.
The female shook her head. She had all the time in the world to observe and explore this lake. Weaving again, the sped up, up, up, ever gaining speed, and erupted after only moments from the surface in a great, shinng explosion of freshwater. The water glittered and shone in the bright sunlight, and she twisted to fall headfirst back into the lake.
Ayuma surfaced again, her head rising, and paddled as any average wolf would do back to the shore. She lifted herself onto it, the water sliding swiftly away from her blue fur as she rose back onto the land. The lake was one of the nicest she had ever swam in; and as her eyes observed the land around her, they fell upon the waterfall. It would be great fun, one day, to scale that waterfall. Or, perhaps, to swim off of the top and leap into Fukai Lake from such a great height.
Or really.. her lake.
She looked up. It was a most fortunate day. She move back, towards the place that she had approached earlier, planning to look for acceptance. She gazed blankly at the pawprints still remaining. Though her eyes focused upon the indentions in the soil, her mind toiled over the simplest of things. The pack's name. She had heard this land referred to before as the Swirling Mist Pack. No, no, that simply would not do. It had to be something catchier, something with a little more umph. A little more Ayuma Pavati to it.
It hit her as though somebody had thrown a rock and it had collided with her narrow skull.
The Masquerade.
"Ooh, catchy," she murmured to herself, a slick grin catching her feminine features. Turning to face the packlands once more, she raised and muzzle and howled:
"These lands shall now be mine! And thus, I rename them: we are the Masquerade!"
As her howl ended, a sick sort of chuckle escaped her lips. The Masquerade. Her own pack - her own rules.
A pack meeting had to be held soon. That is, if there were any wolves to have a pack meeting with.[/center][/size]