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1. Character Name: Zynex Kosky
2. Character Birthdate (including year): 26th February, 2005
3. Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Eurasian- Luperci
4. Gender: Female
5. Your e-mail: kouen_koji@yahoo.com
6. A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M): Youakinoshadow-AIM
7. How did you learn/hear about 'Souls?: Doctrine
ic:
A shadow cast its haunting veil over the crippled grass. The tender stalks struggled to free themselves, arching painfully under the bulk laid carelessly atop them. Some flicked free, tickling the underside of the fallen beast that cast so great a shadow upon them. The lesser in strength suffered still, finally giving up and laying flat with a burden upon their heads. They were too weak to do anything, too fragile to escape. Fickle things to be laughed at, grass. And perhaps in another time, she would have looked upon the tiny blades and chuckled whimsically.
But alas, this day was not for humor. This day was for mourning. A life left behind in the chasms of the Tundra would be her memories now, and betrayal would forever mar her image of the beautiful place she had called home. Having traveled so far with all the time in the world to think, she could not fathom a reason for these developments. Had she not suffered enough under the rule of the elders? And now her sister… How could she betray her like this? They slept together, lived and breathed together, hunted, fought, had not a bond of loyalty developed between them over the years? Or was her beloved sibling to blinding by her ambitions to ascend the throne that all their time spent together was for not? Her mind favored this explanation, but her heart did not. Too wounded to allow anything else, her heart would not accept this betrayal. Her sibling needed time to asses herself. In the future she would see what she had done was cruel and uncalled for. She would see her paranoia was directed wrongly.
Many a night she had hoped for this truth and been disappointed, chased from her frozen borders by the fangs and claws of her clansmen, now turned hostile by her very scent. Their minds ensnared by the paranoia of her beloved sister. They would follow her every word now, those brainless fools. They would do anything she asked, even kill her if Nahrus was so cruel to allow. And in time, she would…There was no doubt in her mind. The sickness would fester, poison her mind into believing the falsities dripped into her ears. So soon, there would be nothing left of her sister, just a tyrant with the world of ice for her taking.
The wolfess sighed softly, her breast pushing away the fragile blades then slowly drawing them in again to pierce through her armor pelt and tickle the flesh within. She rolled from her side to the sun warmed other, with silver eyes staring absently as the pastel blue. She felt the fleeting rays of the sun as it slipped beneath the horizon, casting a radiant shine to the light empty sky. Hues of orange and violet painted the canvas beautifully, the strokes of their brilliance travelling across the sky until they color ran dry and bled into the lingering blue. Again, the she-wolf sighed, softer this time. Crystal sights flickered from the array of color to the strange structures in the distance, and then lifted to the sky again. It felt so alien here, much too vivid for her liking. Too much glimmer to the twilight when upon the ice, the sun set quickly and shrouded the land in shadow. How much longer before she became used to this place?
How long would it be before she called this place ‘home’? And would the Fates be so spiteful to drive her from here as well?
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