09-05-2008, 06:42 PM
Humans must have been odd creatures, taking sap from trees like ticks take blood from the body. Cicatrice didn't get it. She wasn't against human technology, or those who wore clothes or had piercings, she just didn't choose to herself. She remained alone. There were many reasons for this, not the least of which was her uncertainty about being back in a pack when the last she had been in was when she was a mere 5 months old. Then the coyotes had come, slaughtering her littermates and attacking herself and her brother. They had taken her away, and she did not know of her brother's fate. Had he survived? He certainly hadn't been taken captive as she had. Cicatrice, "scar" it meant, according to the coyotes who had given her many scars. It was the only name she new, she didn't remember her name from before, her mind having long closed that door and locked it tight. They had beaten her until she'd learned, to watch them, to study their fighting tactics, and then she's fought back, and kept fighting.
Cicatrice had seen wolves during the year of her captivity, but they'd fought with the captors, and had won often enough so that her captors would drive her away from them before they got too close. Her escape had required the blood of the captors, and no little planning for her. Coyotes were not stupid. Cruel and savage they may be, but they were cunning too. She'd killed to escape, killed adults, which for her was a real triumph. Born a Luperci, her parents had rarely shifted, even though they'd had the ability. The captors had also been shifters, and they'd used it to the fullest. She'd learned its true value from them, ironically enough.
In her Secui form, she moved along one of the trails through the maple trees down to a stream she'd found. Light splintered down in golden rays through the trees and danced on the water. It would be dark soon, as the forest was well grown here. The she wolf thought momentarily of the Inferni the hybrid she'd met days earlier had mentioned. She was relatively close to their territory, but not close enough she thought to worry about crossing it. Not that she minded coy borders particularly, she certainly didn't respect them as she might Wolf borders, but she didn't feel like screwing around with any right now, not until she had a better idea of their numbers and the local pack dynamics. Sighing, the large scarred female flopped down at the base of a large tree. No point in leaving one's back exposed, now was there?
Cicatrice had seen wolves during the year of her captivity, but they'd fought with the captors, and had won often enough so that her captors would drive her away from them before they got too close. Her escape had required the blood of the captors, and no little planning for her. Coyotes were not stupid. Cruel and savage they may be, but they were cunning too. She'd killed to escape, killed adults, which for her was a real triumph. Born a Luperci, her parents had rarely shifted, even though they'd had the ability. The captors had also been shifters, and they'd used it to the fullest. She'd learned its true value from them, ironically enough.
In her Secui form, she moved along one of the trails through the maple trees down to a stream she'd found. Light splintered down in golden rays through the trees and danced on the water. It would be dark soon, as the forest was well grown here. The she wolf thought momentarily of the Inferni the hybrid she'd met days earlier had mentioned. She was relatively close to their territory, but not close enough she thought to worry about crossing it. Not that she minded coy borders particularly, she certainly didn't respect them as she might Wolf borders, but she didn't feel like screwing around with any right now, not until she had a better idea of their numbers and the local pack dynamics. Sighing, the large scarred female flopped down at the base of a large tree. No point in leaving one's back exposed, now was there?