Walk on Water
09-01-2013, 02:19 PM
?I will not forget this night. And I hope you won?t either.?
A shiver ran down Azalea's spine as she woke up, her dreams rushing her into reality. Amber eyes looked around in alarm, hoping no one had seen her sleeping. Her reaction suggested that someone might see something private, might peek into her mind to that most recent night spent in a hole in the ground.
Her lips curled up in raw pleasure as she stood up then slunk back to the ground, stretching her body out long and luxuriously. She was near the river, which ran low this late in summer. Autumn was nearly on top of them and many trees were already shedding leaves. So early in the day, it was already stuffy out and soon the heat would be on top of her.
Azalea slipped down the bank, sinking in the mud as she neared the water, and lapped up the cool liquid. She lifted her head, shaking it to remove the sleep that still clung to her. With a final yawn Azalea lifted her nose to the sky and let loose a howl that was light and long. She wasn't calling anyone in particular but she wanted company, to share her great mood with everyone else.
For once she was content to be in Valhalla, none of her usual anxiousness filling her.
09-04-2013, 05:04 PM
Breath quickened, heart pounded, legs twitched, hair stuck up on end. Her mothers ivory pelt was sinking fast, and as hard as she tried, she could't beat the current. A sucking sensation pulled her from what seemed like an abyss, and before she knew it teeth were digging into her scruff. Her father was pulling it out, but it seemed as if she was heavier than a redwood. The tugging never ceased, but she continued to sink deeper and deeper into the waters depths. Her vision was fading, her jaws were clenching, and her lungs were burning as she tried to keep her last breath hidden. Salty tears mixed with the fresh water, and all at once, everything went black.
Then it materialized. Body rose abruptly as she forced herself up, mouth gaped open as she started to pant harder. She was alive, well, and tucked deep within a den on high grounds- but in her mind, she was still drowning. "it's just a dream... just a dream..." She repeated the saying in her mind over and over as she tried to calm herself down. It usually took a while for her to do so, especially when she was alone. Her father was gone again, for how long she did not know, but she was used to this. She was used to be abandoned. She was used to being alone.
Legs seemed to be built with jello, because when she attempted to rise she almost fell right back down. Nightmares were a hell of a scare, especially when they were of her mother- which they always were. Paws kissed the earth with an awkward symphony as she made her way toward the outside world. She needed some company. She needed a friend. She was just about to make her way toward the heart of the pack when a familiar voice broke the mornings silence. It was.. what was her name again? The fiery heir who had the body of ivory, but the face of dulled crimson? She couldn't put her paw on it. All she could remember was that she was around her age, and that was a good enough reason to go see her.
Charcoal draped bodice slithered across the lands as she made her way toward what she hoped would be a good encounter. Maybe they could become friends? If she remembered right her mother had been fairly interested in this girl. As she came closer she could smell the mud and fresh water mixed in with her scent. Her mind flashed back toward the flood, and for a moment she reconsidered showing up- but no. She needed friends, she needed some good company. When she was a good yard or two away from the water, and Azalea, she let out a weak bark. She couldn't remember her name, but she wanted her to know she had come to her call, because she too needed some company.
"Speech."
09-05-2013, 07:00 AM
Company came fleet as a fox and just as silent. Azalea's auburn head turned at the tiny bark, an instant reaction to see who or what was there though the bark was enough to tell her it was another wolf and a friend.
She was surprised to see just who it was though. Liberty. She was the one all the fuss was over lately. Having wandered off and gotten mixed up with Isardis. At the meeting she had explained herself and the darker side of Azalea wondered if the gal didn't deserve what she had coming to her. Tempting fate with a stranger. The more morally inclined parts of her mind were quick to chastise her and remind her very firmly that it could just as easily have been her.
Azalea was a sucker for words and how close had she come to letting a smooth talking stranger have her? Multiple strangers for that matter. Thankfully her better half won out and Liberty managed to avoid getting a judgmental leer as Azalea came to realize who had come to her call. Instead she smiled weakly and nodded as if to accept Liberty into her space. The grey-toned she-wolf was free to join her.
Another thing suddenly struck Azalea, piercing her heart in a deep and wicked way: Liberty had lost her mother. Aislyn had been lost to the flooding just as easily as the others could have. Azalea had feared for the life of her own mother, who was heavily pregnant at the time, but it was still a horrible reality she was facing in knowing that her mother could have actually died. Of course there was worry but ultimately, she hadn't worried enough to look for her, instead she had done what? Worried more about Sarak.
Just his name made her heart leap into her throat and her paws tingle. She couldn't help but wonder if Liberty was seeing this change in some small way. Azalea's face had always been a rather open book and when it came to emotions, she was not good at fighting them. Azalea cleared her throat, "Hello." Her tone was still upbeat but there was a hesitation in the word.
Licking her lips the heir pulled back her ears, "This probably isn't how you want to start your morning, but I have to tell you that I'm so sorry. About your mother." For once Azalea had no problem being sincere, usually struggling to sympathize with the pain of others. Perhaps it was that she had know Aislyn, had seen her regularly, or maybe it was just knowing that it could have been her mother.
09-06-2013, 06:01 PM
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