Runescaping
06-29-2016, 05:38 AM
She thought a lot lately. As she wandered to the drier, milder territories of the west, her mind cast itself back to her encounter at the battlefield with the loner and other alpha. Did other packs not take Myriad seriously? Well, perhaps not Myriad, but herself as an alpha, along with Rivaxorus? It felt like so. She had once thought she was old enough for this position, mature enough, responsible enough. Now she just doubted herself. Then there was the issue of Myriad being too 'peaceful'. Oh, that one was new. Well, okay, let's start some wars, shall we? She was far out from the forest by the time she snapped from her daze. The openness was what got to her first. She was so used to having willow trees around her, having to wind and snake around them. Instead, she found herself in open moorland, dotted with silver rocks and boulders. Despite the faint mist, her scarlets still caught a glimpse of a lumbering alabaster figure, and when she slowly approached the wolf, she discovered the fluorescent shades upon his pelt. Green, blue, purple, pink; she couldn't believe her eyes. "Hey!" she called out to him with a bark. "You look a little like me." |