we start with stars in our eyes
02-18-2022, 04:06 AM
She had been here for a couple of weeks now, sulking perhaps about the life she had left behind, only to have appeared in this desolate place that as of yet; she really didn't like. She was only a babe still, a yearling trying to find a foothold on this ride called life, the excitement of her arrival had well and truly dimmed in comparison to her other issues. Loudelia had been in the oasis long enough that her muscles had begun to repair themselves, her travels had been vast and in some parts, excruciating. The dry heat had beat her body into something she barely recognized, once an ivory child of royalty, thrown into the sand pit to transform into the too-slender, dirt covered yearling that now stands. She hated it, but in the same breath; she was adjusting.
For the first time since her arrival, the scent of an actual live wolf wakes her from a light slumber, tired eyes drooping open to reveal light almonds that are dull with sleep deprivation. She is a bland wolf really, pelted in white with light brown eyes that were the only feature that contrasted her to a snowy field- oh, and the dirt. Curiosity, and she'd be lying if she didn't mention fear, arose in her chest like a wildfire. From her perch on the higher levels of stone surrounding the oasis, a hiding place she had found and become reluctant to leave, she peers down on the grey wolf that had just arrived. A woman, muscular and beautiful even after her obvious journeys, older than Lou but instantly the yearling becomes intrigued. She never had a mother, a woman to look at with the sparkle of awe, or inspiration to look for, and even though she is petrified- Loudelia pushes herself out of hiding.
"You new here?" Her voice cracks and she is instantly ashamed in her lack of confidence, she had the bravery of her father, she knew it- she just hadn't found it yet. Slowly, she approaches the ledge where she had been hiding and peers down at the blue and grey woman drinking, her gut is twisting and yet she somehow manages a weak smile. "Me too..." an awkward chuckle that gives away her nerves, but she holds her ground anyway.
For the first time since her arrival, the scent of an actual live wolf wakes her from a light slumber, tired eyes drooping open to reveal light almonds that are dull with sleep deprivation. She is a bland wolf really, pelted in white with light brown eyes that were the only feature that contrasted her to a snowy field- oh, and the dirt. Curiosity, and she'd be lying if she didn't mention fear, arose in her chest like a wildfire. From her perch on the higher levels of stone surrounding the oasis, a hiding place she had found and become reluctant to leave, she peers down on the grey wolf that had just arrived. A woman, muscular and beautiful even after her obvious journeys, older than Lou but instantly the yearling becomes intrigued. She never had a mother, a woman to look at with the sparkle of awe, or inspiration to look for, and even though she is petrified- Loudelia pushes herself out of hiding.
"You new here?" Her voice cracks and she is instantly ashamed in her lack of confidence, she had the bravery of her father, she knew it- she just hadn't found it yet. Slowly, she approaches the ledge where she had been hiding and peers down at the blue and grey woman drinking, her gut is twisting and yet she somehow manages a weak smile. "Me too..." an awkward chuckle that gives away her nerves, but she holds her ground anyway.
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