Post by [.Trix.] on Feb 8, 2010 18:16:27 GMT -5
The large pines swayed in the wind as a young wolf passed under their tangled branches. Delicate, blonde paws padded their ways through the ridges and rocks of the steep mountains, leaving scratches and paw prints were they once were pressed deeply into the soil. The young wolf didn't bother to cover her tracks, with her losses, if she died it would be a great acheivment.
Her muscles flexed as she climbed the steep cliff, the rocks were loosely placed and very easy to slip on. But with Nera's light weight and dwindling size, she could just hop from rock to rock with ease. She soon reached the top to find a cool stream, flowing from the very peak of the mountain. She was about to drink her thirst when a cool breeze russled her fur and sent chills down her back. A scent was being carried in that wind, the scent of wolves. Unfamiliar and a tresspasser, Nera knew her pressence wouldn't be much of a warm welcome. But taking a rest before she entered woul dgive her time to think, and see the outcome of her desision. She lightly strode over to a small patch of grass, a patch that the newly fallen snow had yet to completely cover.
As she sat and concentrated, she felt another breeze, the same scent was still being carried, but this time closer. Most likely they had either caught her scen tand were searching, or were just leaving their camp. But no madder the surrcomstances, Nera was ready. She would fight if nessecary, but persuassion was most likely going to be her weapon of choice. If she could get them to see her loss and understand her needs, then they would most likely except her. But for now she needed to rest before she spilt the blood of another. So in her newly found bed, she closed her eyes to dream sweatly for awhile.
Images of the past years flooded her mind, they were all of her dainty puppy self, then her grown young adult self, all happy times. Then came the images of the great war, the death of her close family and freinds. The once devestated marriage that went to the happiest moment of her life. But all to soon came the images of the flood, her visions, her last glimpses of her beloved family. All were horrifying, all tore her heart apart even more than the first.
Nerakuma woke up to the close sounds of wolf feet and the scent of there pelts. Nera readied herself, "You can do this Nera, just lay low." She convinced herself she could do this, she was ready for what was to step out of the nearing bushes.
Her muscles flexed as she climbed the steep cliff, the rocks were loosely placed and very easy to slip on. But with Nera's light weight and dwindling size, she could just hop from rock to rock with ease. She soon reached the top to find a cool stream, flowing from the very peak of the mountain. She was about to drink her thirst when a cool breeze russled her fur and sent chills down her back. A scent was being carried in that wind, the scent of wolves. Unfamiliar and a tresspasser, Nera knew her pressence wouldn't be much of a warm welcome. But taking a rest before she entered woul dgive her time to think, and see the outcome of her desision. She lightly strode over to a small patch of grass, a patch that the newly fallen snow had yet to completely cover.
As she sat and concentrated, she felt another breeze, the same scent was still being carried, but this time closer. Most likely they had either caught her scen tand were searching, or were just leaving their camp. But no madder the surrcomstances, Nera was ready. She would fight if nessecary, but persuassion was most likely going to be her weapon of choice. If she could get them to see her loss and understand her needs, then they would most likely except her. But for now she needed to rest before she spilt the blood of another. So in her newly found bed, she closed her eyes to dream sweatly for awhile.
Images of the past years flooded her mind, they were all of her dainty puppy self, then her grown young adult self, all happy times. Then came the images of the great war, the death of her close family and freinds. The once devestated marriage that went to the happiest moment of her life. But all to soon came the images of the flood, her visions, her last glimpses of her beloved family. All were horrifying, all tore her heart apart even more than the first.
Nerakuma woke up to the close sounds of wolf feet and the scent of there pelts. Nera readied herself, "You can do this Nera, just lay low." She convinced herself she could do this, she was ready for what was to step out of the nearing bushes.