05-06-2011, 03:26 AM
(OOC: Sorry for length, its the combined of two seperate days)
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Date: May 5, 2011 & May 6 Setting: Border of Aniwaya territory Time: Night and Morning after Character Form: Lupus Saxif Goldenfeather carefully wandered the borders of the territory. She had been wandering these strange lands for a few days hoping to find what she seeks. She thought of turning back at times, her aching belly a reminder of her failed hunt early that evening. She had watched the nearly visible sun set when a scent had caught her attention. Her ears had perked in excitement, she felt the scent was a sign. A signal to the end of her journey. She had bounded roughly through the woods, uncaring of who she would alert. She felt as though she were coming home. As the scents of ceremony grew stronger, her heart became more weary. The surrounding dark trees a reminder that she was not in the familiar tundra of her previous home. The damp breeze seeps through her pale blond fur chilling her but she presses on. How was she to approach them? She had never witnessed an acceptance into a pack before. She had only seen the slaughter of any who had attempted. As the scent of the border became clear to Saxif, her heart had sunk. She paced uncomfortably, fighting the urge to flee. Would she even know how to submit? Was it the proper thing to do? She flops her rump on a rock. A whimper of distress and worry tickles her throat. She imagines being approached and tries to react instinctively. She drops to her side paws curled in front of her body. She examines the details of her immediate reaction. Saxif rolls her golden eyes at herself. Her tail still raised in regal position, her stiff proud pose still apparent through her body. She tucks her tail under her belly like she had seen the unfortunate souls who happened upon her old tribe. It was uncomfortable and she knew it was wrong. She only hoped she would get it right, she did not want to die before her dream was fulfilled. Saxif's body relaxed at the thought of her future. Quietly scouting prey, alerting the pack of the approaching chase. Then bounding with her tongue lolled from her jaw from the excitement. Seeing the fear of death but that deep knowing in the eyes of her prey. Before she knew it she had fallen asleep atop a smooth rock dreaming of the only great hunt she had been a part of before her escape. The hunt that had set her free. The night passed with little event. A ray of sun had caused Saxif to arise after a long night filled with dreams of the hunt. She had stretched her front paws forward to their full extent and gave a large yawn. It had occurred to her where she had been sleeping. This prompted her to jump to her feet in a slight fright. She caught her silliness and shook her thick mane, followed by her chest, hips, right to the tip of her tail. Once she was awake she remembered what she had meant to do before she foolishly fell asleep in the open. Saxif had raised her head to the morning sky. She took in the rays that peeked through the forest that fine spring morning. She had let the howl build up in her throat. Her thoughts had become less fearful compared to the night before. She released the howl; it had come out like it always had when she had called out to others. The howl was strong, friendly, with a bit of excitement. Her happiness had grown; she would finally meet a new pack. She had hopped back and forth unexpectedly her tail wagged with joy. After ten seconds of silent celebrating of her achievement she sat awaiting a response. There in the shifting rays of the morning sun sat the once daughter of an alpha. Her seemingly golden tips had shone with each ray that touched her fur. She looked remarkable. Now she would finally get her dream. She would become an average young lupus ready to make her own mark in the world. |