01-03-2011, 01:15 PM
Jaci trudged through the snow. Her heavy heart ached. She was all alone; just an 8 month old pup, roaming on her own. She could handle herself fairly well, though. Her past made her strong.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, she would tell herself. She was a mixed breed of all sorts; her mother was raped in gestation by a past mate. She was part wolf, part German Shepherd, and part Alaskan Husky. Her brothers were killed by the Husky who raped their mother. She had a strong hatred for this male, who was also one of her fathers. Atka, the Husky, never met Jaci. He was never found after the battle which killed Jaci's family. Jaci couldn't tell whether she wanted him dead or wanted to kill him herself.
Her stomach growled as she swiped at a snowflake. She snarled and kept going. Jaci couldn't avoid he fact that she was hungry; but she couldn't hunt well. Her family died when she was a mere pup, so hunting was one of the things she had to learn on her own. And, well, hunting wasn't exactly her strong point. She looked at the light grey haze in the distance. The morning fog made travel all the more difficult. But even in the haze she could make out a wolf-ish figure against the snow. She walked towards it, curiousity getting the better of her.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, she would tell herself. She was a mixed breed of all sorts; her mother was raped in gestation by a past mate. She was part wolf, part German Shepherd, and part Alaskan Husky. Her brothers were killed by the Husky who raped their mother. She had a strong hatred for this male, who was also one of her fathers. Atka, the Husky, never met Jaci. He was never found after the battle which killed Jaci's family. Jaci couldn't tell whether she wanted him dead or wanted to kill him herself.
Her stomach growled as she swiped at a snowflake. She snarled and kept going. Jaci couldn't avoid he fact that she was hungry; but she couldn't hunt well. Her family died when she was a mere pup, so hunting was one of the things she had to learn on her own. And, well, hunting wasn't exactly her strong point. She looked at the light grey haze in the distance. The morning fog made travel all the more difficult. But even in the haze she could make out a wolf-ish figure against the snow. She walked towards it, curiousity getting the better of her.