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ooc: All are welcome. I wanted her to get a taste of another clan and perhaps learn to utilize her new form.
A Wanderer whom had taken a place in another pack, was still a Wanderer at heart. A placement did not relinquish the excitement of travel, of finding the unknown and in the spirit of exploration. It was still engraved in the Wanderer, this wonderful trait and left unchecked, it would flourish out of control like a desire that needed to be calmed. And how this desire had overtaken her so.
In the midst of a dream, she had felt the pull of her desires to take the land under her paw again, to withdraw herself from her secluded refuge in the Valley and seek another plain to explore. She wished to stretch her new-found legs and test their abilities. She wanted to feel the snow covered earth under two limbs instead of four. Yes, the beast had ascended as her sibling had done. But it was not on a whim, but through trial and error, and hope. Nightmares plagued the beast whilst she slept, horrid visions of fangs seeking to end her life and claws of black steel rending her flesh had called forth an instinct to rise and defend, to ascend a new plateau as her sister had done those years ago. There was no pain, no sound, only the fright of awakening in a mess of russet locks and slender digits of the two-legged walkers. She had cried opening for this change in excitement and fear, for she had taken the form of those she held great prejudice against, and no longer would she be able to look down upon them with jealousy in her eyes.
The change had altered her outlook greatly but rather than wallow, she proceeded to wander again and take the new path of this world from a different height. And a staggering one at that. It had taken getting used to, walking upon two legs, but with practice it had come as easily as breathing and soon, her legs her practiced enough to carry her as she ran. She felt reborn, excited, and as a mother would weep for the birth of her first litter, so did she cry for her own rebirth, unashamed…happy.
There was so much she was able to do in the here and now.
Her travels had pulled her further from the Valley into new lands that smelled of lupine and fodder. A strong mingle of the scents confused her greatly for there was no blood amidst the combined scents. It was a harmonious union, something wonderful and damned. She was brought to the marked boundary of another clan to which she remained. She had learned not to cross this invisible line without an escort or notice to the clan of any kind. Though her excitement would not betray the stoic expression upon her face, the relax stature in which she held herself. But she was not to wait here… The female lifted her muzzle to the morning sky as it was kissed by the delicate flakes of snow. She breathed deeply the frigid air and raised her voice to disturb the stillness of winter. Still her call was strange to her in this form, the octave higher, an alto to the musically inclined. But the message was the same, her intent one of innocence and curiosity. The breath in her lungs expelled, she descended carefully to the snow, legs delicately curled beside her as she stretched the rest of her form to lounge. She felt the touch of the miniscule shards within her fur but was not cold. Her attention drawn to the snow as she began to gather it in mounds, she waited.
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I'm thinking about something... Be quiet when I talk. I'm just wandering |
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