Old Friends

Kiara Amarok · 06-14-2012, 02:52 PM

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Dated 16th

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The wind whipped through her short fur, each muscle contorting and expanding in perfect harmony. Soft paws and sharp claws barley touched the ground as she flew through the mountainous forest. Kiara was like a white blur, racing and diving through the trees. Birds called out as the predator passed underneath them and prey animals panicked as they dove out of her way. Even so, the white wolf made no noise. Her eyes were fierce with concentration, but a fiery passion burned behind them. With every step, the tension and anxiety that had been building up in Kiara's muscles slowly abated until she felt as free as a bird and as light as a feather.

Kiara had no real purpose to her run. Ever since joining the pack, the pressing need for food had dwindled. Even so, she had woken up that morning and just needed to move. Kiara had left early in the morning and had run almost non-stop for several hours. The extra exercise felt wonderful and helped to relieve her emotional turmoil. Loosing her only son had been a huge mental blow to the young mother and it was a wound that would not heal quickly.

At last, Kiara slowed to an easy lope. She had reached the Southwestern boarders of where Ichika once stood. The white wolf skirted the boarders, heading father south towards Inferni and the Sugar woods. Along the way, Kiara gobbled up a few field mice that were unlucky enough to cross her path. The day had started out warm and with the sun high in the sky had turned into a hot day. The arctic female turned her head to the sky and squinted at the unforgiving sun, hating its heat. It sucked her energy and made her body feel like a ton of bricks. Giving into the heat of summer, Kiara settled herself between the roots of a large tree. Its outstretched arms offered plenty of shade, a cool relief to the polar wolf. With her giant head lying lethargically across her paws, Kiara allowed her mind to wander into a pleasant daydream.

Neela Garcia · 06-25-2012, 06:24 PM

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Neela is in lupus

Neela padded slowly and carefully along, ears swivelling as best they could and head scanning from side to side as she walked, eyes, nose and ears all constantly looking for any signs of somebody approaching her. This was the first time since the attack that Neela had been able to force herself to leave the safety of Casa and she was extremely nervous and paranoid; the collie had been taking erratic paths and constantly scanning around her the entire trip up.

She didn’t want to be here but at the same time knew she needed to force herself out; she couldn’t stay cooped up in Casa for the rest of her life, jumping at ghosts and shadows until old age took her. There was another reason, the reason why she chose to go this far north. Rumours had filtered down to Neela's ears about the state of Casa and though the collie didn’t want to listen to them, is was becoming all to apparent how truthful they were as she started to approach Ichika's border, to be met with a distinct lack of scent.

Neela's ears and tail drooped as she caught sign of one of the border markers. When she had last been here the markers were clean and well maintained, draped with fresh flowers. Now the flowers were so long dead even the husks has vanished, the marker itself pitted and crumbled. The stone was devoid of any scent expect the stale odour marking the passing of a bear some time ago.

Half in shock at the confirmation of what she had heard Neela dropped down onto her stomach, pressing her nose against the rough surface of the stone as though by getting closer she could wring some last drop of Ichika's scent out of it. Ichika hadn’t been an ideal home for the collie, her time there had been fraught with self doubt, but it had been a home and had taken her in when she was at her worst, kept her sane when otherwise she would have sailed to her own death.

Sadly Neela raised her muzzle, letting a mournful howl ring through the air before she lowered her head again, returning her nose to its resting point on the stone and closing her eyes, thinking back on the people who had once roamed these lands.

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Kiara Amarok · 06-27-2012, 10:48 AM

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Word Count → 351

The mother's heart ached as she halfheartedly scanned the area. Just beyond hill lay her old pack lands where she had spent many months. Her puppies had been born and lost in the forests, and she had played with her friends in the cities. The strange and beautiful boarder had wilted into nothing and all of the canine scents that had marked Ichika as a pack had faded into nothing. Even so, the wounds on Kiara's heart had begun to heal and her pain was more of a dull ache. She missed Ichika and mourned the loss of her puppies, yet her sorrow no longer crushed her.

Birds softly sang and cicada's cried as the white wolf lay in the shade. The first grips of summer made the world to hot for a tundra wolf. Kiara's silent rest was disturbed by a mournful howl rang through the air. The saddened cry of a wolf dog called the arctic wolf's attention as recognition broke through her lethargic mind. Immediately, Kiara was on her feet and her muzzle was in the air. A stranger's scent floated on the wind, but it meant little. That was Neela's voice Kiara had heard, she was sure of it. Without any more hesitation, the white female shot off like an arrow towards her old friend.

It wasn't long before the young mother could clearly see the collie's long red fur. Kiara raced forward and announced her presence with an exuberant howl. The scarred female slowed as she approached, but her tail swung wildly in the air. Her bounding steps became little jumps as she moved along side the other with a jovial smile. "Neela!"

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