dancing in the ashes

Vesper · 11-11-2011, 10:08 PM

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For Ezekiel. Nat wanted to post with Helotes as well.

Phoenixes were said to be born from the ashes after their deaths. They would fly gloriously and burn gloriously, and they would rise anew. And, cliché as it was, Vesper found herself relating to that firebird. In more ways than one, she had experienced her rebirth—from independent loner to possible pack wolf, from four-legged beast to luperci lifestyle. She didn’t think that she would ever make a complete change until her mortal death, but she and her perspective on life were different enough to consider the metaphor.

Sitting on the porch of the guest house, the coywolf looked out at the gardens and the distance where the stream would curve around. She had not asked for this, not any of it. Perhaps indirectly, by being so goddamn proud and by crawling to this clan instead of dying in the dirt, but she hadn’t dreamed of it when she was young. She would adapt, in time, but right now her mind was focused on the change in scenery rather than her body. Her body, she could escape, as she sat now in the lupus form she was born in.

This scenery she could escape, too, but she didn’t want to.

Inferni had grown on her in the past week or so. She had spoken to a few of its members, interactions both good and bad but all informative, and she had reached the decision she’d struggled with for several days. She didn’t believe she needed the clan, but she wanted to be part of it—never one to cast of her independence but not one to overlook the benefits of comrades, either. She wanted to learn to fight like them, wanted to have companions to hunt and chat with when twilight fell. She wanted guaranteed safety when winter came, but she wanted to help those she slept alongside to stay warm and fed. Her wolf blood, ironically, was pulling her toward the coyote clan and all that it offered.

She’d heard that the Aquila was returning from a visit to another pack, or something along those lines, and she knew that speaking with him about her wish would be the best course of action to take. She couldn’t wait for him to come to her, the loner sheltered in the clan lands, without looking like someone without initiative or confidence. If she was going to make this work, she would have to prove her worth to herself as well as him.

Vesper would adapt to these changes. She would rise from her ashes, and she would dance in them.

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