05-28-2010, 02:30 PM
The pup stretched, her small body figeting slightly.
From her position she could see the small line of light spreading
across the horizen, blaring, bright colour licking the edges of the sky.
It was the crack of dawn- and the birds were starting to sing- although
a musky haze and fog was still covering the air. 'Yes' She spoke
softly, afraid to speak too loud and risk hurting herself. 'You have
my permission' She watched in awe as the woman shifted into
a strange two-legged creature. What the? Belle thought to herself
solemly, as she had never had the privellege to see such an amazing
thing before. At the anouncment of the feys name, Belle nodded slightly,
and in answer she stated her own name- 'Belle here' She croaked un-happily,
her voice straining from the effort.
The pure-white arctic fem shivered,
breaking into a cold sweat. Fever... she thought with a sense of dread-
Her father had told her of such illness. Her father- yes, the reason why
she was here- the reason why she had run away; but she couldn't think
about her past now... she had to focus on the future no matter what.
She very much doubted that there was not to be questions from others-
if she decided to stay here- of course other wolves would proberly want to
know where she gained the wounds- but she did not think she could bring
herself to tell anyone... it was too hard, too painfull.
'What is this place? Where am I?' She asked the questions she
had wanted to ask the woman a time ago- and she had finally
boiled up some kind of courage too ask. Her nose twitched,
and her white ears fell flat against her face.
From her position she could see the small line of light spreading
across the horizen, blaring, bright colour licking the edges of the sky.
It was the crack of dawn- and the birds were starting to sing- although
a musky haze and fog was still covering the air. 'Yes' She spoke
softly, afraid to speak too loud and risk hurting herself. 'You have
my permission' She watched in awe as the woman shifted into
a strange two-legged creature. What the? Belle thought to herself
solemly, as she had never had the privellege to see such an amazing
thing before. At the anouncment of the feys name, Belle nodded slightly,
and in answer she stated her own name- 'Belle here' She croaked un-happily,
her voice straining from the effort.
The pure-white arctic fem shivered,
breaking into a cold sweat. Fever... she thought with a sense of dread-
Her father had told her of such illness. Her father- yes, the reason why
she was here- the reason why she had run away; but she couldn't think
about her past now... she had to focus on the future no matter what.
She very much doubted that there was not to be questions from others-
if she decided to stay here- of course other wolves would proberly want to
know where she gained the wounds- but she did not think she could bring
herself to tell anyone... it was too hard, too painfull.
'What is this place? Where am I?' She asked the questions she
had wanted to ask the woman a time ago- and she had finally
boiled up some kind of courage too ask. Her nose twitched,
and her white ears fell flat against her face.