07-05-2011, 08:35 PM
OOC: In this thread Twilight has run into her brother Bastion, a member of the pack and told her how to get to Salsola. She is coming here and fully wiling to join the pack as a slave; she will not resist at all. This has been discussed with Bastion, and the leader of the pack before hand. This thread is taking place in the afternoon, and contains 543 words,
It had been a few months since she had chosen to leave her family, a choice that she had not made very lively. She loved her mother, father, and brothers very much but there was a greater reason for going. Bastion was her reason for leaving; and he was all the reason that she needed. From a young age he had been the runt of the litter and Twilight had been spoiled; but sadly that was how things went wrong. He resented their parents and took it out on his littermates. He really took it out on her but for some strange reason she had not minded after a while. She had never mentioned it to her parents and that was because she loved him very much; she would do anything to please him. That was when the day he was exiled had hurt her very deeply; the only brother that truly loved her had left. That was what brought her to her decision to leave; to go hunt Bastion down and be with him no matter what. That was what had led her to Nova Scotia and that was how she had run into Bastion once again. Hoping that he had a pack that she could join; knowing full well that she would not survive on her own.
Exploring the area it had been pure luck that Bastion and her had crossed paths; and she had been so very happy to see him again. Greetings had passed with her hugging him and talking. That was when she had learned of Salsola and she did not have to think again when he mentioned that he could get her in if she agreed to be a slave to the pack. In her twisted mind it would be her dream to be a slave, pleasing others for praise from them and especially Bastion. After giving her very specific instructions he went off ahead of her and she of course was all giggly with how happy she was now. Though excited her ears still remained low and her tail was nearly between her legs; that was the proper actions of a submissive female wolf of course. She walked absent mindedly as she thought about what her first job, as a slave would be. Bastion had trained her very well and she knew that no matter what she would make him proud; and that was all she ever wanted.
Eventually she reached the border; but she knew better to not cross it in fear that she would be attacked on the spot. She stood still and howled up at the air; letting Bastion know that she was there. Paws went to pat down her mix of grey colored fur; so she was presentable to make a good impression on whatever leader she met with first. She was quite eager to become a slave; and pretty much felt like she was the first that actually wanted to serve others for the rest of her life. No aspirations to have pups, unless it was deemed that she needed to in order to keep up the pack numbers. Bastion had done very well to break down her spirit; and the sad part was that she did not care at all.
It had been a few months since she had chosen to leave her family, a choice that she had not made very lively. She loved her mother, father, and brothers very much but there was a greater reason for going. Bastion was her reason for leaving; and he was all the reason that she needed. From a young age he had been the runt of the litter and Twilight had been spoiled; but sadly that was how things went wrong. He resented their parents and took it out on his littermates. He really took it out on her but for some strange reason she had not minded after a while. She had never mentioned it to her parents and that was because she loved him very much; she would do anything to please him. That was when the day he was exiled had hurt her very deeply; the only brother that truly loved her had left. That was what brought her to her decision to leave; to go hunt Bastion down and be with him no matter what. That was what had led her to Nova Scotia and that was how she had run into Bastion once again. Hoping that he had a pack that she could join; knowing full well that she would not survive on her own.
Exploring the area it had been pure luck that Bastion and her had crossed paths; and she had been so very happy to see him again. Greetings had passed with her hugging him and talking. That was when she had learned of Salsola and she did not have to think again when he mentioned that he could get her in if she agreed to be a slave to the pack. In her twisted mind it would be her dream to be a slave, pleasing others for praise from them and especially Bastion. After giving her very specific instructions he went off ahead of her and she of course was all giggly with how happy she was now. Though excited her ears still remained low and her tail was nearly between her legs; that was the proper actions of a submissive female wolf of course. She walked absent mindedly as she thought about what her first job, as a slave would be. Bastion had trained her very well and she knew that no matter what she would make him proud; and that was all she ever wanted.
Eventually she reached the border; but she knew better to not cross it in fear that she would be attacked on the spot. She stood still and howled up at the air; letting Bastion know that she was there. Paws went to pat down her mix of grey colored fur; so she was presentable to make a good impression on whatever leader she met with first. She was quite eager to become a slave; and pretty much felt like she was the first that actually wanted to serve others for the rest of her life. No aspirations to have pups, unless it was deemed that she needed to in order to keep up the pack numbers. Bastion had done very well to break down her spirit; and the sad part was that she did not care at all.