-Delicate Ice Breaker

Blackfoot · 12-02-2010, 06:45 AM

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Due to a time 'gap' in my role playing; I would like this post to be set back to the 1st of November

So many thoughts were buzzing around Blackfoot’s head; who lived here? Were they kind like Dawali? Would the be as welcoming? Where would she live? Would she make any friends? What would happen if they didn't like her?
She replayed her thoughts over again; trying to think positive. “ I’m sure they will like me...”
she quietly mumbled to herself, reassured, more calm.
Because she was trotting so promptly -and mostly not taking in every detail of where she was headed- she soon found herself lost in a totally foreign area.
What a great start to the day, she cursed herself, on the other hand she had experienced some luck in catching a nice plump wild rabbit, and between her fangs it limply dangled. she was planning to give it as a gift to Dawali Amara, for being so kind and taking her in when no one else wanted her; a true gentleman.

She turned dramatically in panic to find any way back, her whole body quivered as her wide eyes stared with fear causing her soft coat snagged on the sharp spikes as the barbed wire that partly surrounded the pack lands grabbed her; she struggled to break free in a wild delirium. She started to see death like faces through the foreboding smog, it was a sight that chilled her to the marrow. She winced and pulled and her fur was released. She shook her pelt as the sun tried to shine gloriously through the fog and the thorny shrubs that surrounded her, she stumbled cautiously through the haze. She presumed that the village would be in the heart of the territory, so the little frightened she wolf scurried away from the boundary of mist that made her so oppressed.
It had been little more than an hour after she was smothered with welcome from the great red wolf Amana, and now his presence had gone she felt unusually lonely. The little wolf had only just made his acquaintance and somehow already, he was almost a father figure to her. This bemused the little grey she wolf as she never had a true father figure in her life.
The smog soon faded to clear as she walked, but the sound of fast flowing water was apparent as she followed her instinct. Her dark feet padded on the soft embankment; whilst a soft glinting silver caught her eye. Yes she was extremely curious; after all it is a wolf's natural urge to investigate, but she had other things to think about. She told herself in her head; I will check it out another time.
She carried on following the waters edge, a good chance to reflect on the changes that have happened so suddenly in the past. When she was a poor defenseless pup she had family but they didn’t provide a safe enough den site, and weren’t present all the time in the early days. All this nearly lead to her death. She sighed and stopped moving, she slid into a lazy sitting position, silently looking up at the grey sky. She felt she must be close to the village by now. Her sharply jerked up muzzle let out a short high pitched baying. She got up and circled herself whining subtly. Her golden eyes peered off into the unclear distance.
Waiting to be seen. Waiting to be heard. Just Waiting...

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