Long lost but not forever lost
10-16-2013, 06:51 PM
The young Queen walked, and walked and walked. So far she was quite disappointed with this land she had found herself in. The strong scent of packs was everywhere, but so far she yet to meet anyone exciting. What a terrible idea it had been to leave her throne and come to this dreadful place. A low growl rumbled in her throat. Emerald jewels settled on the falling water that was set before her. The sound of it had drawn her to this place, captivated her attention. But now she was unimpressed by its beauty. Russet haunches rested against the frozen earth, thick plume resting caring around her paws. The weather was growing colder by the day. Winter would be around soon that much she was certain of. But whether or not she would be around to see it was different story. Disappointment pulled her features down, creamy lips following suite. She was growing tired of isolation. Why hadn't wolves flocked to her? Didn't they know? Delicate paws pushed her powerful frame up towards the heavens and the babe began to pace. She could return home, where she would happily be the center of attention once more. Or she could linger a little longer, give this place a second chance. Nostrils quivered, taking in the scent of the falling water and crisp leaves. Audits flicked idly, listening to only the sound of the water crashing down against the rocks. Paws would caring to the edge of the pool, crown dipping down for a drink of crisp liquid. It was like liquid ice sliding down her throat, burning her tongue. It was good. Refreshed, the Queen would turn away, prepared to renew her quest and give this place a second chance. To decide whether it would be worthy of her presence. Speech, |