07-11-2008, 10:44 AM
Word Count: 734
OOC: Good lord I feel naked. x.x HURRY UP AND CLOTHE ME TAY!!!!
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OOC: Good lord I feel naked. x.x HURRY UP AND CLOTHE ME TAY!!!!
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It was just her luck. Kol had traveled for close to six months to find the lands of Bleeding Souls, only to discover them ravaged and blackened by fire. For days she had wandered the wasted territories, looking for the legendary packs of Storm and Clouded Tears, only to be certain she was in the right place, though apparently at the wrong time. The ashened wounds to the land were fairly fresh, maybe a month or two in age, and the youngest of the Stormbringer line had hung her head in defeat. Unsure of where to go, but determined to find some trace of her grandaunt's and grandfather's tales of old, the black shewolf had turned her paws to the southwest.[/html]
It was then that her luck had started to brighten, for the scents of numerous wolves and freshly marked borderlines had come to grace her nose. Perhaps the wildfire hadn't destroyed the legacy of Bleeding Souls at all, but merely caused it to shift and change in order to survive. Perhaps there was some trace of the old packs and inhabitants left, maybe even someone who knew her family, someone who'd known Ravyn, or Crow, or Rain. Just maybe...
Unfortunately for Kol, the condition in which a wolf of these new packs would find her was hardly the best. She was already lanky, her coat lacking it's usual healthy lustre, the months of wandering taking an obvious toll on her outward facade. Underneath her skin, however, her muscles had hardened into ripples of tight cord, and she was hardly as famished as her rugged coat made her out to be in initial appearance. To add to this picture of ragged wanderer, when the girl had finally come across a native of the lands, her left shoulder was bleading slugishly from four gaping wounds that had cut through the muscle, and various smaller scratches here and there. Her mind elsewhere, the young female had come a little too close to a feasting bear, earning her a great deal of pain and likely permanent scars for her trouble. It was typical, in Kol's mind. The Stormbringer line had always had notoriously bad luck with those of the ursine persuasion.
It had only been yesterday that the wolf called Cercelee had found a rather ragged looking Kol somewhere between the new packlands. The alpha's visage had called up memories of her grandaunt's tales of Clouded Tears, about a pup who rose to alpha there with white fur and crystal blue eyes. Ravyn had considered the female, Kol believed her name was Ceres something or other, as family and her part in the infamous bear hunt never ceased to amaze Ravyn's grandneice. That hunt had killed both an alpha and the Tears beta, earned Kol's relative her famous scars, and had earned Ceres a place of constant respect in Ravyn's heart; it had been Ceres, then only a pup, who had had the most dangerous job of luring the creature out into the open for the pack to ambush. There had been four names that had been mentioned constantly in the tales of Kol's grandaunt and granduncle, and the description of Ceres had definitely been similar to the face of the alpha who'd accepted the girl into this pack. It would be an interesting topic for a later time.
Today, however, Kol was determined to start learning the lay of the territory, and to try to wash some of the caked-on blood from her messy shoulder. The gashes were wider than they were deep, and were not nearly as serious as they looked. Had they been, the shewolf was certain her new alpha would have done far more last night than welcome her and point her in the direction of the Dahlia lands, and subsequently the nearest water and moss supply. Kol's strength exhausted, she had chosen to sleep away her journey and tackle the mess of her shoulder in the morning. The sun now was just over the eastern horizon, the morning still cool, but Kol's pitch black pelt was soaking up the sunlight rather greedily, and she couldn't wait to take a dip in the pond nearby for more reasons than cleaning her wounds. The cool water would undoubtedly feel glorious to her heated skin, and she halfsmiled as she loped away from her little pine-needle bed toward the crystal waters of the nearby pond.