06-28-2010, 02:04 PM
Belle had been exploring a great deal lately. The teen had so much on her mind- anxious thoughts nipped at her, and her head was often occupied with a whirlwind of confusion. She still couldn't belive it; She never thought that one day she would be living life as a pack member. The smaller-than-most fem lightly padded her way through a large- and beautiful forest of some sort. She had a wild grin on her face, and vibrant crimsons scanned her surroundings- Trees, Trees and more trees. Her hot, rough tongue began to lick her dirty coat - it was usually one of the palest shades of white- and it was curly and thick- only adding to its obscured quality- yet today it seemed it had aquired a soft blanket of leaves and dirt. There was a word to describe the wolf- and it had just been remebered. This new thought had just struck Belles mind- and she said the word aloud.
'Albino'
Her brothers had told her of such a word- they were very alike herself- pale and small. But only she had inherrited the cruel eyes of her father.
But she did not want to be cruel.
The year old fey continued walking- her limbs tired and aching- but she ignored them. She only wished she had the strength to run. Her onyx-coloured nose twitched- and she could smell the sweet scent of rushing water. The girl strained to prick her tired ears up- and sure enough- she could hear the drip drip of close water. She followed the source- her keen senses telling her which way to go- what signs to follow. She finally reached a thicket of young saplings, and she pushed her way through them- carefully. In front of her was a magnificent river. Belle gasped in awe- she usually admired the beauty of her surroundings- and this river was no exception. Purple-Grey and Turqoise pebbles lined the banks of the river- they glistened with both the droplets of cold water that covered them- and the strong sunlight that shone downwards to reach the open space. When the girl looked up- she could finally see sky- instead of branches... Not that she did not like branches... But it was nice to have a change once in a while.
The teen tore her gaze from the sky, and turned to the river. Sunlight danced on its waters- and she could make out silver outlines of speedy fish- that were of course- too fast to catch. She drew closer to the edge- and peered in. What she saw made her scream- a horrible, blood-curdling scream that could be heard from miles back.
She gazed in the water- and her fathers evil eyes stared back.
She screamed again- for- she had never seen her reflection before- nor did she realise that the figure in the water was only her. She backed away, and swivelled round. Then she broke into a 'RUN FOR YOU LIFE!' Kind of run, but it was shortly ended as a loose branch caught her left paw- tripping her up so she landed- flat on her face.
Hot tears ran down her face, as she kicked- in an extreamly frustrated manor. She tried to tug her paw free, but the branch ceased to let her out of its grasp.
'LET ME GO!' She shrieked- thinking the vice-like grip was one of her fathers. 'Let me go' She whispered again, as she let out a small whimper.
'Albino'
Her brothers had told her of such a word- they were very alike herself- pale and small. But only she had inherrited the cruel eyes of her father.
But she did not want to be cruel.
The year old fey continued walking- her limbs tired and aching- but she ignored them. She only wished she had the strength to run. Her onyx-coloured nose twitched- and she could smell the sweet scent of rushing water. The girl strained to prick her tired ears up- and sure enough- she could hear the drip drip of close water. She followed the source- her keen senses telling her which way to go- what signs to follow. She finally reached a thicket of young saplings, and she pushed her way through them- carefully. In front of her was a magnificent river. Belle gasped in awe- she usually admired the beauty of her surroundings- and this river was no exception. Purple-Grey and Turqoise pebbles lined the banks of the river- they glistened with both the droplets of cold water that covered them- and the strong sunlight that shone downwards to reach the open space. When the girl looked up- she could finally see sky- instead of branches... Not that she did not like branches... But it was nice to have a change once in a while.
The teen tore her gaze from the sky, and turned to the river. Sunlight danced on its waters- and she could make out silver outlines of speedy fish- that were of course- too fast to catch. She drew closer to the edge- and peered in. What she saw made her scream- a horrible, blood-curdling scream that could be heard from miles back.
She gazed in the water- and her fathers evil eyes stared back.
She screamed again- for- she had never seen her reflection before- nor did she realise that the figure in the water was only her. She backed away, and swivelled round. Then she broke into a 'RUN FOR YOU LIFE!' Kind of run, but it was shortly ended as a loose branch caught her left paw- tripping her up so she landed- flat on her face.
Hot tears ran down her face, as she kicked- in an extreamly frustrated manor. She tried to tug her paw free, but the branch ceased to let her out of its grasp.
'LET ME GO!' She shrieked- thinking the vice-like grip was one of her fathers. 'Let me go' She whispered again, as she let out a small whimper.