12-19-2009, 02:48 AM
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The winter had claimed the lands of Crimson Dreams, as well as those surrounding it, making the landscape glimmer with fallen snow that had been allowed time to settle, undisturbed by the icy wind. It did not trouble the equally blanched female that her home was now adorned in a coat of alabaster-- this gave her a chance to enjoy the snow in her Optime form, something that she had not had the time, nor the proper disposition to do the winter before. She found her thoughts were now returning more and more to her childhood times, rather than Pilot, a change in mood she attributed to the sudden drop in temperature and her solitary memories from her expedition the year before in search of the pristine-coated male. Although her childhood was not exactly happy or fulfilling in itself, considering it was what had shocked her into taking the long trip here, there were still memories to be recalled that she found she cherished more and more with the passing of the years. It was mainly those recollections that she turned to in the dark hours of the night when sleep evaded her, and it was also with them in mind that sleep eventually found her, usually in the early hours of dawn.
The ivory femme had been unintentionally walking towards the Highrocks, and as she started the steady climb, her heart filled with a deep longing for the homelands she had left behind. Surely, she had learned a lot about the places here and had met a few people that she was glad she could call friends. However, a part of her, probably the one that was still yearning for Pilot's return, while at the same time feeling nothing was left for her without him, wished she could just return to Greenland and to whatever remained of her pack. Yet she sensed a fear inside her, the fear that she would return again to absolutely nothing, that her pack had disbanded or that her family had wasted away or otherwise washed upon different places she did not know and could not reach. It was a fear that visited her often, especially with little to occupy her mind with. She was having a hard time dealing with one loss, of someone who was not even her kin, let alone the loss of brothers and sisters and her mother.
The thought of her mother brought the image of her birth pack clear into focus, and a new dread etched itself into her mind, slowing her ascent down a bit, before she relapsed into her former pace. The recollection of her mother and her father's relationship was something that could only cast shadows of doubts upon her mind as to the welfare of the former. She could only hope that her siblings would prove strong enough to face the wrath of their father should such necessity ever arise. With these thoughts strongly rooted in her mind, she raised her gaze to measure how much was left of her trek before continuing to walk, pulling her red cloak tighter around her as protection against the wind. The cold breeze she had felt at the foot of the climb grew in intensity as she approached the top, and she felt the wolf claw hung around her neck push into her fur, its coldness a dreary memory of a broken childhood. When she finally found herself on the wide plateau, she allowed her legs to rest as she folded them like a pretzel under her, a pose she remembered well from Pilot. From this height she could see the southern regions of Crimson Dreams, and the view was a spectacular white, shaded here and there by the tops of trees that would keep their green leaves for the remainder of winter, or specked with hints of colours, these dots simply too small to classify as something familiar, though she knew she would recognize them if she could see them up close. It was this view of nothing else than white that had driven her to make the long climb; here, in this season, with the lands of ivory at her feet, she was the closest to home she would ever be.
The winter had claimed the lands of Crimson Dreams, as well as those surrounding it, making the landscape glimmer with fallen snow that had been allowed time to settle, undisturbed by the icy wind. It did not trouble the equally blanched female that her home was now adorned in a coat of alabaster-- this gave her a chance to enjoy the snow in her Optime form, something that she had not had the time, nor the proper disposition to do the winter before. She found her thoughts were now returning more and more to her childhood times, rather than Pilot, a change in mood she attributed to the sudden drop in temperature and her solitary memories from her expedition the year before in search of the pristine-coated male. Although her childhood was not exactly happy or fulfilling in itself, considering it was what had shocked her into taking the long trip here, there were still memories to be recalled that she found she cherished more and more with the passing of the years. It was mainly those recollections that she turned to in the dark hours of the night when sleep evaded her, and it was also with them in mind that sleep eventually found her, usually in the early hours of dawn.
The ivory femme had been unintentionally walking towards the Highrocks, and as she started the steady climb, her heart filled with a deep longing for the homelands she had left behind. Surely, she had learned a lot about the places here and had met a few people that she was glad she could call friends. However, a part of her, probably the one that was still yearning for Pilot's return, while at the same time feeling nothing was left for her without him, wished she could just return to Greenland and to whatever remained of her pack. Yet she sensed a fear inside her, the fear that she would return again to absolutely nothing, that her pack had disbanded or that her family had wasted away or otherwise washed upon different places she did not know and could not reach. It was a fear that visited her often, especially with little to occupy her mind with. She was having a hard time dealing with one loss, of someone who was not even her kin, let alone the loss of brothers and sisters and her mother.
The thought of her mother brought the image of her birth pack clear into focus, and a new dread etched itself into her mind, slowing her ascent down a bit, before she relapsed into her former pace. The recollection of her mother and her father's relationship was something that could only cast shadows of doubts upon her mind as to the welfare of the former. She could only hope that her siblings would prove strong enough to face the wrath of their father should such necessity ever arise. With these thoughts strongly rooted in her mind, she raised her gaze to measure how much was left of her trek before continuing to walk, pulling her red cloak tighter around her as protection against the wind. The cold breeze she had felt at the foot of the climb grew in intensity as she approached the top, and she felt the wolf claw hung around her neck push into her fur, its coldness a dreary memory of a broken childhood. When she finally found herself on the wide plateau, she allowed her legs to rest as she folded them like a pretzel under her, a pose she remembered well from Pilot. From this height she could see the southern regions of Crimson Dreams, and the view was a spectacular white, shaded here and there by the tops of trees that would keep their green leaves for the remainder of winter, or specked with hints of colours, these dots simply too small to classify as something familiar, though she knew she would recognize them if she could see them up close. It was this view of nothing else than white that had driven her to make the long climb; here, in this season, with the lands of ivory at her feet, she was the closest to home she would ever be.
::Word Count:: 600+