Ärï
Pup
you got the rhythm, i got the blues
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Post by Ärï on Aug 28, 2008 18:50:22 GMT -5
The nearly full moon shed its cold silvery light over the plains flanking the banks of the Shanti River. Prowling through these tough grasses often prey to deer herds stalked a large wolfess. Large for a female of her kind with thick, coarse mahogany fur the she-wolf looked like one not to be reckoned with. Broad shoulders, sturdy muscles and a thick rough pelt colored her as a femmora of the mountains where she had been born. One of the many kin of Daystar and one of the eldest, Bulra was independant, opinionated and as formidable as any male twice her size. To match her powerful build, defiant brown eyes glinted from her visage as the femmora stalked through the night.
Bulra wasn't a fae many approached. Many instead preferred her younger sibling Luma or her half siblings Kit and Kicha. Of course Kit had her drawback but a sweet personality drew everyone in. Kicha and Luma didn't have a problem "fishing" for males among loners and pack wolves. Of course Bulra didn't need a male to feel happy and didn't need to feel needed. She had her family, mainly Thistle and Daystar, but that was enough for her. She had no one to tie her down. Daystar had always said she'd been the little rebel. Bulra didn't mind her individuality. She liked being strong on her own and loved that she didn't have to rely on a mate or a pack to protect her. Of course she knew Luma and Kicha could defend themselves and Kit had Daystar as constant protection but still, Bulra was fine. Never lonely. Never lonely....
That was the biggest lie she'd ever told herself. Even a rebel soldier gets lonely every now and then.
With a frown Bulra sat atop the embankment looking down at the Shanti River flowing past. Trying to push her midnight loneliness away to the back of her mind, Bulra contemplated a hunt. That would distract her and her confidence would go up with a long hunt and a race with her prey. The scent of another wolf cut off Bulra's moping and contemplating, making her look up and search the horizon for the newcomer.
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