It's just profound
09-27-2013, 11:24 PM
Lova had been hunting just a minute ago. She found herself being a bit lazy, and she hated that feeling. She didn't want to become too dependent, or even ever seem weak to others because that was how she felt about the world. She needed to be herself, she needed to pull herself out from the average. Many would call her insane, the way she enjoyed being in Glaciem. It wasn't like she was a queen showering in riches, she didn't mind that. She enjoyed being around Isar, and being in his pack. She hoped that one day she would bear fine children for him. Women and Men for herself to look after for him. After all, she had come across a true king, much like her father had been. The woman had a snow rabbit within her jaws dangling. It was plenty a meal for a wolf. Even a loner, as she saw it. Where she lived and grew up, you always had to only eat when hungry. Most of the weight on Lova was her heavy coat of fur, and the muscle that she had. Though as soon as she found a comfortable spot under a pine she began to gnaw at the rabbit happily. Lova didn't care if others called her insane, she would do anything for Isar. Not because she was in love, she could scoff at the word. No it was because she liked him, as a wolf, and as a king. That was why she wanted to pull herself from the diverse world. She hated to think she was tied down to something, unless she wanted herself to be. Just thinking about those who didn't understand Isar made her tear even more into the Rabbit. Her white muzzle with the lower portion in the gray square marking tainted with red blood. She could not wait for the winter months when the snow would come. Lova loved the snow, she had been born in it, and had always survived in it. The one thing she could be happy about was the white stuff that fell from the sky. Speech, |