Ex Cineribus

[Amaranth]

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http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... ranth1.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:bottom; border:1px solid black;"> Open for anybody, for any reason (this includes puppies, though she's not much good with them). This is set at Grandfather's Tears, in case it's unclear. Amaranth's new to a lot of things so... if anybody wants to teach her more about the tribe or about the area in general that would be fun (I've read, but she hasn't ), but if you have something else in mind I'm totally open to that too. --- The rabbit wriggled a few last times, but eventually it succumbed to the pressure of her jaws. Amaranth shook it once for good measure (it didn't dare to twitch again), then set it down in the grass. It had been more than a while since her last meal, and she wasn't inclined to be dainty in the least. She bit into the leg, ripping flesh from bone, completely oblivious to the fact that blood was quickly staining her cream-colored muzzle red. The rabbit was very quickly demolished to a few unsavory parts and clean-picked bones, which she dragged out into a clearing. For the carrion birds. Mama always said it was good luck. She yipped quietly then trotted away from the clearing, tail held high. It was her signal to any watching birds that she would not wait in ambush to take them for her dinner in addition to the rabbit. Only after her own mini-ritual was complete did she begin to think about her appearance. She was, after all, new to the pack - tribe, Dawali called it a tribe - and certainly one of its other members would find her soon. She must look perfect. She must be perfect. Only then will they see me as an equal, listen to my voice as one of theirs. Her thoughts were at once dejected and determined. I must learn from my past. She padded over to a stream nearby and knelt to drink heartily from it. She sneezed immediately, not prepared for the mineraly taste of the spring water, but she kept drinking. Her ears drooped a tad with disappointment when she noticed the whirls of red water which sped downstream from her maw. She'd made a mess of herself and it hadn't been even a quarter of a day since Dawali had pronounced her as fit for the tribe. While finding something to eat was an urgent first priority for the famished wolf, she did genuinely intend to introduce herself. When the time is right, was the excuse she gave herself. She set about fixing her appearance as best she could, brushing dirt off with an awkward stroke of her tail wherever anatomy allowed. The wolf walked slowly a few more paces down the stream's bank then settled upon a rock which had been sun-warmed for most of the day. It must have been sunset, by the position of the sun, but she wasn't quite ready to call it a day yet. There's still time for a rest before true dark, and I can go find their dens and- her thoughts trailed off as she slipped into the world somewhere between wakefulness and sleep.

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