Missing Memories Bring Me Here

In the land of vivid pink trees, the dark form of a wolf lounges on top of a tall rock. A gentle wind rustles the woman’s fur as she keeps her cinnamon eyes turned toward the land that neighbors the one she is in. One day, Zenith had awoken to find that she remembered very little of her life before that very day. Everything was hazy, as if covered in a thick fog, and she has been on a mission to figure more about herself. She is lingering near the border of this pack because she had spied a wolf that had sparked something in those murky memories.

The idea of uncovering more information about who she is too tempting to pass up, so the woman has spent her days waiting for a chance to catch another glimpse of the fire marked man. From what she had seen, he was about the same age as her and Zenith would bet her next meal that they are related. Still, the idea of approaching a pack’s border to speak with someone who may or may not be related to her had the woman hesitating. A sigh rolls past her dark red lips as she weighs her options once more.

It is getting kind of old, sitting here, waiting and hoping that he will appear while her life remains on hold. Finally, Zen decides it is time she take the bull by the horns and the woman stands. Shaking out her coat to smooth it down, she then approaches the border with confident steps before stopping a respectable distance away. The only information she really remembers is her name and that of her sire’s. So, tilting her head back, she sings a call for anyone who is related to Ignis. It is an invitation to come and talk with her.

Butterflies flutter in her stomach for a moment as she lowers her head and settles lightly on her haunches as she waits.


"Zenith Praetor"