Tides of History
03-04-2014, 11:24 PM
Elegant white legs churned the ground at a balletic pace. She carried herself as one of royalty, her head high, tail raised, she would move with pride. Gone, the self doubt that had plagued her mind, from the moment she took the throne. She would instead carry herself like a queen, and act in such accord. She would act to be the queen that those below her needed, and she was nothing, if not an excellent actress. Her pallid paws had drawn her to a volcano, where rumor had it, the pack she now ruled- had begun. She was curious about its roots, curious about the land its previous rulers had chosen. In comparison, to the beautiful lands where the pack now resided, this place seemed barren in comparison. The lurking volcano didn't do much to instill peace of mind, but she could only guess that the wolves that had resided here had come to like the dreary land, because it wasn't that welcoming. It was better than the cursed snow that drowned her father's empire and she expected it would also plague her own. Heavens forbid they live on a tropical island, or near a beach. No, they had to live in the fucking arctic. Her fur had grown thicker over the winter, and she had survived the land, under extreme protest, but now, she couldn't complain. Her pack would need her to remain small, especially when they held such futile numbers. She was growing restless, and at the same time weary. So many trivial emotions annoyed her mind, that she tried to shut it off. Her violet eye stared into the horizon, studying the volcano before her, she couldn't help but wonder if it was still active, or just another faded memory of the pack that had once ruled here. Speech, |