Post by Imaginatio on Oct 4, 2009 20:06:52 GMT -5
The first few rays of morning sun dappled against the browning leaves that scattered the mountain range. Dew trickled lightly from nooks and crannies between the leaves, as the soft sounds of wildlife could be heard whispering their songs. Never before had the morning seemed so crisp, so peaceful and bare, stripped of all it's light and glory, the simple frost upon the spiders webs glistening like beautiful faerie's lights.
Her stark violet eyes followed the short path of a line of ant as they scurried to their nests, unbroken in their activities, their duty to the Queen. This made her ponder a little, her Queen was far from here, in a strange land on an unknown mission. She knew that much from the proud voice in Tola's throat, the fact that she had been left in charge temporarily, the daughter of the Alpha to babysit the lands until the big bosses returned once more.
She did not care where they went or what they did, but she did wonder why. Perhaps it was a spiritual quest, or even a search for riches, both of which did not interest her in the slightest. Her youthful mind should have been on thoughts of jumping in puddles, watching sparrows dance through the trees, observing nature as it grew around her. Her thoughts were elsewhere. Upon the constant dull throb of a newly developed wound that healed so quickly.
This simple concept unnerved her, that one should be able to heal and seal a wound such as that so quickly. The pups leg was ripped clean off, she scented the blood from where she lay, like a dark stain painted across her own nose. Her tail flicked away the morning flies, ever present, absently as she thought. As usual her musings were silent, broken only by the chirping of birds and the soft whisper of her breathing.
The dull throb of the pups stump of a leg gave her a dull headache, though that new a wound should have had her writhing in sickness. She was grateful for it though, if a little unnerved by the pups quick healing abilities. Perhaps that was her gift...It mattered not. The pups ebony-blue fur glimmered slightly as the rays settled themselves upon her muzzle, making her screw her eyes up a little.
Her wise thoughts turned to the other pack members, they should have been sleeping peacefully, in the cave below her. She often came her, above the den, where the air was fresh and frosty, to think and to watch and to learn. Now she thought of Channing and Carabella, how odd it was for them to be courting. She was unsure if Lucid would find that appropriate, as he had yet to introduce himself to either wolf. The odd behaviour from the self-centred brute worried the young pup a little, he was not normally so selfless. She had to wonder if it was merely for a more financial gain that he had begun to woo fair Carabella with his smooth talk and sleek charms.
She leant forwards a little bit, ducking her head so that she could see the mountains more clearly, as her paw pressed upon the cold rock beneath her. She sat upon a grassy plain, just at the edge. One simply passing by might say she looked as if ready to hurl herself from the cliff, into the abyss below, but she was merely watching. A smile played across her childish features, unusual as it was she was a pretty pup, she just never showed it very often. She was more concentrated on other things.
The brute Tola had taken a liking to, that Zendlerin, tried to cross her mind once or twice, but she forced the unfortunate thoughts away. Now was a time for simple, light musings, as she watched the rising sun make it's way to glow in the sky. Now was a time for beauty, where she could lie without pain or worry.
Sometimes she wondered why she picked this spot, though it was high and isolated and extremely uncomfortably cold, and she always came to the same, superstitious reason. That pain could not reach her here. Of course, it had to be a myth but she had to try, just to see. She did feel at peace here, seperated from the cruelty of the world below, a mere spectator, a tiny drop in an ocean of tears. Here though, the dull throb was a pinprick in her mind, and she hoped other pains were as small, as meaningless, when she was here.
She took a deep breath, feeling the frost upon her nose, and she twitched it, realising it had become numb in her lack of movement. She sneezed, once, delicately, before returning her violent gaze to the sight before her. Here, she felt she had wings, and could touch the sky and all its wonders, she could view the world at its best, its sleepy hollow of dreams and loves. Here, she knew and felt in her heart, was her sanctuary.
Here was her Licentia*.
Her stark violet eyes followed the short path of a line of ant as they scurried to their nests, unbroken in their activities, their duty to the Queen. This made her ponder a little, her Queen was far from here, in a strange land on an unknown mission. She knew that much from the proud voice in Tola's throat, the fact that she had been left in charge temporarily, the daughter of the Alpha to babysit the lands until the big bosses returned once more.
She did not care where they went or what they did, but she did wonder why. Perhaps it was a spiritual quest, or even a search for riches, both of which did not interest her in the slightest. Her youthful mind should have been on thoughts of jumping in puddles, watching sparrows dance through the trees, observing nature as it grew around her. Her thoughts were elsewhere. Upon the constant dull throb of a newly developed wound that healed so quickly.
This simple concept unnerved her, that one should be able to heal and seal a wound such as that so quickly. The pups leg was ripped clean off, she scented the blood from where she lay, like a dark stain painted across her own nose. Her tail flicked away the morning flies, ever present, absently as she thought. As usual her musings were silent, broken only by the chirping of birds and the soft whisper of her breathing.
The dull throb of the pups stump of a leg gave her a dull headache, though that new a wound should have had her writhing in sickness. She was grateful for it though, if a little unnerved by the pups quick healing abilities. Perhaps that was her gift...It mattered not. The pups ebony-blue fur glimmered slightly as the rays settled themselves upon her muzzle, making her screw her eyes up a little.
Her wise thoughts turned to the other pack members, they should have been sleeping peacefully, in the cave below her. She often came her, above the den, where the air was fresh and frosty, to think and to watch and to learn. Now she thought of Channing and Carabella, how odd it was for them to be courting. She was unsure if Lucid would find that appropriate, as he had yet to introduce himself to either wolf. The odd behaviour from the self-centred brute worried the young pup a little, he was not normally so selfless. She had to wonder if it was merely for a more financial gain that he had begun to woo fair Carabella with his smooth talk and sleek charms.
She leant forwards a little bit, ducking her head so that she could see the mountains more clearly, as her paw pressed upon the cold rock beneath her. She sat upon a grassy plain, just at the edge. One simply passing by might say she looked as if ready to hurl herself from the cliff, into the abyss below, but she was merely watching. A smile played across her childish features, unusual as it was she was a pretty pup, she just never showed it very often. She was more concentrated on other things.
The brute Tola had taken a liking to, that Zendlerin, tried to cross her mind once or twice, but she forced the unfortunate thoughts away. Now was a time for simple, light musings, as she watched the rising sun make it's way to glow in the sky. Now was a time for beauty, where she could lie without pain or worry.
Sometimes she wondered why she picked this spot, though it was high and isolated and extremely uncomfortably cold, and she always came to the same, superstitious reason. That pain could not reach her here. Of course, it had to be a myth but she had to try, just to see. She did feel at peace here, seperated from the cruelty of the world below, a mere spectator, a tiny drop in an ocean of tears. Here though, the dull throb was a pinprick in her mind, and she hoped other pains were as small, as meaningless, when she was here.
She took a deep breath, feeling the frost upon her nose, and she twitched it, realising it had become numb in her lack of movement. She sneezed, once, delicately, before returning her violent gaze to the sight before her. Here, she felt she had wings, and could touch the sky and all its wonders, she could view the world at its best, its sleepy hollow of dreams and loves. Here, she knew and felt in her heart, was her sanctuary.
Here was her Licentia*.
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Ooc: Woot, another Elva spark of Muse. Hehe, a little insight into her perhaps? Open to all who wish to share the peace. Or ruin it Oo. *Meaning Liberty/Freedom