TO EAT FLESH, TO DRINK WINE
09-19-2013, 11:35 AM
Azalea found herself walking the desert once again. She had been here recently but usually avoided the dry place, favoring lands with grass and water features. So why was she drawn here lately? Perhaps it was the bleak feeling that had taken hold of the heir. She knew her pack was going to war and there was little she could do to stop it. Would she even be allowed to fight? There wasn't much more she could do to keep herself from releasing her anger onto someone. She would have her day or battle and Azalea would accept whatever came after. She came over a rise, eyes finding a shape on the next ridge. Amber eyes closed and opened and closed and opened. She couldn't be sure the wolf was not a mirage, so perfectly blended into the landscape. Licking her chops she rushed down the slope, legs bracing with each step to give her some stop against the sand that gave way. In the valley she stumbled once before making up the rise. Close to the wolf now she called out. "What manner of eye trick are you, strange wolf?" Her words were spoken loud, to carry up to the wolf. Green eyes, sandy coat, and a liver nose. For as simple as she was, Azalea could not recall ever meeting a wolf that looked like her. She had certainly never met a wolf with a liver colored nose. Black noses, pink noses, and even spotted noses were not all that uncommon. Speech, |
