Post by hoofprints on Sept 21, 2008 17:58:53 GMT -5
Hard pads struck the terrain, as a ebony wolf jogged across the land. He looked like he knew where he was going, but really he did not have a clue. Life has become a real mess for him, forgetting the past was not as easy as he thought. His ears would alert, listening for anyone approaching him. He was careful at his steady pace. He knew he had entered a pack's land. He was a outsider. To them, he would smell like a rogue. He did not lived with other wolves for many moons now.
He was lucky to be alive. His mother had needed up pregnant by a lone wolf. By rights, the alpha of the pack should have killed him and his litter mates at birth. For some reason, he did not. Jayce liked to think the alpha had a thing for his mother, so he would not murder her pups. Really Jayce had no clue, he just liked to be romantic, to a fairy-take out of the whole situation. His brother and mother has disappeared from the pack, leaving Jayce and his sickly sister behind. Jayce took care of her to the best of his abilities. They were outcasts in the pack. She died one winter. It broke Jayce's heart to think of her. He left the pack after her death, there was nothing there for him anymore.
He wondered on his own for a while. That life had not suited him. He was lonely. He missed life in a pack, even though he never had much of one. He missed being bonded to another and friendship. So he ended up here, in search for his desire. He had smelt many packs in this vast land. He just randomly picked a scent and followed his nose. He stepped suddenly, the scent markers were thicker, freshed here. He knew he was in the heart of the pack's land. He was not going to just intrude on them. He sat down and wrapped his ebony tail around his body. Soon enough someone would find him, it was inevitable.
He was lucky to be alive. His mother had needed up pregnant by a lone wolf. By rights, the alpha of the pack should have killed him and his litter mates at birth. For some reason, he did not. Jayce liked to think the alpha had a thing for his mother, so he would not murder her pups. Really Jayce had no clue, he just liked to be romantic, to a fairy-take out of the whole situation. His brother and mother has disappeared from the pack, leaving Jayce and his sickly sister behind. Jayce took care of her to the best of his abilities. They were outcasts in the pack. She died one winter. It broke Jayce's heart to think of her. He left the pack after her death, there was nothing there for him anymore.
He wondered on his own for a while. That life had not suited him. He was lonely. He missed life in a pack, even though he never had much of one. He missed being bonded to another and friendship. So he ended up here, in search for his desire. He had smelt many packs in this vast land. He just randomly picked a scent and followed his nose. He stepped suddenly, the scent markers were thicker, freshed here. He knew he was in the heart of the pack's land. He was not going to just intrude on them. He sat down and wrapped his ebony tail around his body. Soon enough someone would find him, it was inevitable.