Tremble for my memories
04-01-2014, 08:57 PM
The dark and mottled wolf had paced the lands of Alacritis, explored some of its many territories and come to take in its sights, scents and the life it boosted upon its back. It was here that he had heard tales of wolves he had once known, and after so long of being on his own he could take no more of hearing whispers and not finding the mouths that uttered them. It had been a long journey here, and the playful pup that lay jokes upon his siblings held a stronger air of independence then he had ever boosted before. It was from his new found courage and this very independence that he finally found himself here, against the golden glow and green this land so readily boosted, against the lands the whispers had told him of He was sure that that he would find them here, that years had not wasted away every trace of their paw steps. He was Fenris, and he had once thrived on the love of family and had travelled and searched until finally he had found his way into Alacritis, into the lands he had been told might hold these wolves he sought for. Suns had risen and fallen against the earth since his first mad dash here, and still he had not found those of which he sought. Moody jade eyes would scour out against the darkening forest, and his head would rise and and a howl would emit past his throat as he called out his loneliness for those whom he had lost. WORDS HERE |