Post by Sivoncé™ on Mar 10, 2009 15:56:55 GMT -5
Not supposed to be here. No waayy am I supposed to be here....
The night had long since thinned, giving way to bloody smudges of cloud and a silent rising of a cold sun. The earth was brittle, smoothed into a flat ice mirror. The warmth that had briefly held hands with the earth had departed the past evening, and the harsh rule of winter was not fond of being undermined, even it temporarily.
Thunder rumbled the ground...a stampede? A storm? A--
Have mercy! I'm only wolf, my god, I'm not a flippin' fish! Can't walk on damn ice, so what? Why, why, do I always end up on my face?
The blue-silver lupine rose hesitantly from the thick sheets of white, tapping her long dark claws anxiously against the glacial surface. To walk....or not to walk? Dear mother nature, you're quite a disabling nusiance.....
The wolf was a female, colored with a thick mountain pelt of white, silver, and a blue hue. Fluffed up with annoyance, she seemed a fearsome proud threat. Stubborn, maybe. Had she spoken her disgruntled thoughts aloud, she would've spoken in the tell-tale tongue of an indigenous mountain native; her voice was oddly accented, syllabic emphasis falling in places the wolves in the valley thought of as foreign. She was lean and tall, with eyes that clearly did not suffer fools.
Crouching low, her long pelt grazing the wet of the ice, Whisper's eyes narrowed to slits, and she flicked a pink tongue across her white fangs. All right then, let's dance, Mister Frost...here it goes... Muscles coiled, the lithe figure sprang...
And landed a perfect jump a few tail-lengths away from the worst of the ice. Throwing a snarky glare over her shoulder, a triumphant grin spread across her maw.
Can't get me -- I live in the mountains, Mister Frost, I know how to dance on ice! Mwuahahhaa--CRAP.
A scent of a pack untold rose up and drifted from every surface around her -- the all-consuming taste was heavy in the air....and a fresh dose seemed nearby. The flavor was of many wolves, wolves who had settled here permanently, unlike herself and her mother, Lacrymosa. Unusual, yet it held something familiar. These weren't just pack wolves. These were pack wolves Whisper had been involved with before, a long time ago....they would not know her now. She would not know any of them, either.
"....Really, really not supposed to be here...."
The night had long since thinned, giving way to bloody smudges of cloud and a silent rising of a cold sun. The earth was brittle, smoothed into a flat ice mirror. The warmth that had briefly held hands with the earth had departed the past evening, and the harsh rule of winter was not fond of being undermined, even it temporarily.
Thunder rumbled the ground...a stampede? A storm? A--
Have mercy! I'm only wolf, my god, I'm not a flippin' fish! Can't walk on damn ice, so what? Why, why, do I always end up on my face?
The blue-silver lupine rose hesitantly from the thick sheets of white, tapping her long dark claws anxiously against the glacial surface. To walk....or not to walk? Dear mother nature, you're quite a disabling nusiance.....
The wolf was a female, colored with a thick mountain pelt of white, silver, and a blue hue. Fluffed up with annoyance, she seemed a fearsome proud threat. Stubborn, maybe. Had she spoken her disgruntled thoughts aloud, she would've spoken in the tell-tale tongue of an indigenous mountain native; her voice was oddly accented, syllabic emphasis falling in places the wolves in the valley thought of as foreign. She was lean and tall, with eyes that clearly did not suffer fools.
Crouching low, her long pelt grazing the wet of the ice, Whisper's eyes narrowed to slits, and she flicked a pink tongue across her white fangs. All right then, let's dance, Mister Frost...here it goes... Muscles coiled, the lithe figure sprang...
And landed a perfect jump a few tail-lengths away from the worst of the ice. Throwing a snarky glare over her shoulder, a triumphant grin spread across her maw.
Can't get me -- I live in the mountains, Mister Frost, I know how to dance on ice! Mwuahahhaa--CRAP.
A scent of a pack untold rose up and drifted from every surface around her -- the all-consuming taste was heavy in the air....and a fresh dose seemed nearby. The flavor was of many wolves, wolves who had settled here permanently, unlike herself and her mother, Lacrymosa. Unusual, yet it held something familiar. These weren't just pack wolves. These were pack wolves Whisper had been involved with before, a long time ago....they would not know her now. She would not know any of them, either.
"....Really, really not supposed to be here...."
