ardent

It's called being Wired Differently



Actaea

Loner

age
6 Years
gender
Female
gems
103
size
Extra large
build
Light
posts
148
player
Bluetick

Samhain 2022Halloween 2020 - Witches Hut
07-07-2018, 07:50 PM

It was getting harder and harder for her to breathe in the den at night. The others were growing in a rapid state while she so far remained smaller and a bit more fragile looking. Little did she know she was just a late bloomer and in reality her adult height would not be that much smaller. Aside from that she felt smothered as less and less space to herself was available. It was frustrating and aggravating to her. All she wanted was a corner to herself and a lot of distance between herself and anyone else. Her sleeping habits were beginning to change as she desperately sought the comfort of space from the others. She had started sleeping during the day when the rest were outside, then at night she was wide awake. This didn't help her to much because a new found frustration was beginning to bloom.

Boredom. Something else she absolutely could not stand was not having something to do. But everyone else seemed to be asleep and the warnings that Drakan had given her still rang through her mind. So the only thing she could do was try to find something to do while sticking close to the mouth of the den. There was vary little life to explore, bugs mostly but they grew boring rather quickly. She had the deepest desire to learn and so far no way to fulfill it, you can imagine how irritable it would make a young wolf. It had even made her a bit destructive (Minor destruction that would easily go unnoticed). Like the bugs around the den, she would play and toy with them, study them, and when she grew bored would destroy them. They were creatures, but without seeing the bigger picture, she had little opportunity to see what the bugs actually did in the world.

She sighed flopping down in a frustrated heap. This was going to be another long and boring night if she couldn't find anything to do. Her duel toned eyes looked around, for any other sign of life.

"Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"


Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.

Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them