06-27-2010, 11:48 AM
The young fem glanced this way and that- piercing the space around her with a sharp- eyed stare. Crimson eyes glittered in thier socket like the blood from a soldiers wound- the contrast of her bold eyes against her pale face was almost ghost-like, unreal. The wolfess had come here to get away- the reality of being in a pack was really getting to her. She felt confused- yet in a strange way- happy. The innocent figure danced across an open grassland- a spring in her step that had not been there before. She felt stronger than she had ever been, and well-fed. Her pace quickened- she needed her thoughts clearing- they were too clogged and misty. The fey was one year of age- not a pup anymore- yet not an adult. She was still wavering between the two- going from one to the other like a yo-yo. Sometimes she might be a playful youngster- running and laughing; curious about everything. But other times- she would be mysterious, yet more mature. Most of her childhood had been snatched away from her- and she was only just gaining it back; yet it was almost too late. She no longer had the sudden urge to play- or the craving to explore everything around her- but there was one thing that had stuck with her since birth- the lust to run. If anyone asked the girl to what her favourite hobby was- she would reply blantley- running. At the thought of running- Belle had a glimpse of her past. She remembered the times her and her brothers would race home- see who got there first.
Her brothers.
She had often lay on the bed at the manor at crimson dreams- thinking about them. About what had happened to them. Now she did not worry about them so much, as lots of time had passed. Her family was only a memory now... a forgotten dream. She only hoped she might see her brothers again- yet, one thing she was sure of- was that she most certainaly did not want to meet her father once more. The wolf shook her head vigourously- snow-like fur flying everywhere. She had come here to just be peaceful and calm- yet she had ended up thinking about everything once again. It was just like her- too think alot. She was a girl of little words- yet alot went on in her complicated mind.
The teen suddenly stiffened- stopping to see a large tree- blocking her way. It was twisted and old- its roots spreading in all directions. She lay by its trunk, and slipped downwards. Her breathing slowed- and softened, and her pale lids closed- covering her startled eyes. The cool breeze was all to much for her to bear- and slowly, sleep enveloped the wolf.
Her brothers.
She had often lay on the bed at the manor at crimson dreams- thinking about them. About what had happened to them. Now she did not worry about them so much, as lots of time had passed. Her family was only a memory now... a forgotten dream. She only hoped she might see her brothers again- yet, one thing she was sure of- was that she most certainaly did not want to meet her father once more. The wolf shook her head vigourously- snow-like fur flying everywhere. She had come here to just be peaceful and calm- yet she had ended up thinking about everything once again. It was just like her- too think alot. She was a girl of little words- yet alot went on in her complicated mind.
The teen suddenly stiffened- stopping to see a large tree- blocking her way. It was twisted and old- its roots spreading in all directions. She lay by its trunk, and slipped downwards. Her breathing slowed- and softened, and her pale lids closed- covering her startled eyes. The cool breeze was all to much for her to bear- and slowly, sleep enveloped the wolf.