Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 12, 2008 19:22:41 GMT -5
The blazing femmora passed in a blur, ruffling the newly sprouted ferns as she passed. Birdsong filled the crumbling forest, and the scent of rain washed down over the land of the wolves. It had yet to pour from the fueding clouds, but Rhain was clearly ready to make her yearly entrance;; Spring was coming.
Fireflight pulled up sharp, having suddenly crossed paths with a large, hollow stump. She giggled a bit, nose touching the wood lightly. That could've been a hellfire of a lot worse!
She'd been out having a good romp;; it was nice to have a run once in a while. Many of the wolves back at the camp were too stuffy and serious about everything. If they'd learn to loosen up a bit, Fireflight mused, I'm sure we'd have a lot less upset!
Even though the sickness had worsened inside of her, Fireflight still held on to her spirit. She'd lost all family;; her dearest mother and loved father. But the loss that had wounded her the worst was the death of Dream...
Dream...her best friend...her sister.
She was beyond crying now...she'd never had much room for tears. Dream's death was the only time she'd ever cried...
Dream had been alive. She'd held such zest for life...something that was scarce among the packs. Maybe now and then you'll find a loner who'd run with you, but they couldn't take anything serious...
Fireflight remained bright and burning;; she refused to fall to what life had thrown at her, and she would blaze on until the end...
A crunching of leaves brought the young, beautiful fae back from her trance. "Hiya?? Who's there?" She called, voice like a melody.
Fireflight pulled up sharp, having suddenly crossed paths with a large, hollow stump. She giggled a bit, nose touching the wood lightly. That could've been a hellfire of a lot worse!
She'd been out having a good romp;; it was nice to have a run once in a while. Many of the wolves back at the camp were too stuffy and serious about everything. If they'd learn to loosen up a bit, Fireflight mused, I'm sure we'd have a lot less upset!
Even though the sickness had worsened inside of her, Fireflight still held on to her spirit. She'd lost all family;; her dearest mother and loved father. But the loss that had wounded her the worst was the death of Dream...
Dream...her best friend...her sister.
She was beyond crying now...she'd never had much room for tears. Dream's death was the only time she'd ever cried...
Dream had been alive. She'd held such zest for life...something that was scarce among the packs. Maybe now and then you'll find a loner who'd run with you, but they couldn't take anything serious...
Fireflight remained bright and burning;; she refused to fall to what life had thrown at her, and she would blaze on until the end...
A crunching of leaves brought the young, beautiful fae back from her trance. "Hiya?? Who's there?" She called, voice like a melody.