My gift is my song, and this ones for you
08-12-2013, 05:27 PM
The cool breeze that twisted through the draping willows brushed through the thick, ivory pelt of the fea that padded between them. Alena paused, closing her eyes as she savored the feeling. Living up in the north had made the assassin unaccustomed to the southern part of Alacritis, especially not in the summer months. She had decided to pass through the west for a little sightseeing on her way back to the Amenti territory after going to pay a visit to Bane in the south. It was a long journey, especially now that she was beginning to waddle ever so slightly thanks to her growing stomach. She knew that once her pups were born there would be little to no traveling for quite a while so she wanted to get her fill of it before she was confined to a den. The willow leaves brushed against her body, their cool touch soothing along with the with gentle breeze. Her violet eyes opened and the moved forward once more, a content smile on her muzzle. She had been feeling more at peace with her life lately, more easygoing than normal. She wasn't sure if her future pups had anything to do with it or not, but she was just enjoying the sense of calm that had washed over her. She had been angry and confused when she first found out about her new future, but she had resigned herself to her fate. There was no changing it now so she might as well accept it. Her paws carried her to the edge of the pond that rested at the center of this willow forest. She came to a halt and sank onto her haunches, leaning her head down to lap up some of the cool water. With a sigh she lifted her gaze to her surroundings. For no reason at all she found herself musing on her past, flashing through each of the major events in her life. Killing her sister, being disowned by her parents, each of her kills as an assassin, each of the wolves she had met over the past several months, joining Amenti, and now being pregnant with her first litter. She thought about her most recent kill, the leader of those murderous rouges that had attacked her and Demonio. A cold grin creeped over her muzzle as she felt that satisfied glow come over her at a job well done. She had come out of it with an injured shoulder, but Tiresias had patched her up and now here she was, alive to tell the tale. Alena wondered what had ever happened to Demonio. They had parted ways and she hadn't seen hide or hair of the pale brute since. Looking down at her reflection, she silently wondered if he had ever found his long lost mate. "Speech." |