Whose bed have your boots been under?

*Epiphron* · (This post was last modified: 03-10-2013, 08:41 PM by Epiphron.)

Epiphron's mind was more busy than ever before. She'd been wrestling with the decision of which lead rank she should work towards -- Collision had promised her the opportunity to choose whichever one she wanted to train for. After a long process of thought, her mind had been mostly made up, especially after her conversation with Leon. He'd asked her what her heart beat for; what she really desired to do. Power, she'd admitted to herself silently, but it wouldn't be honorable to admit such a thing. The position of Lead Warrior was highly sought after, and knowing she held a position that others desired so passionately was a thrilling possibility. But it was shameful to admit, especially as an Adravendi, that she felt so compelled to choose a position solely to impress others and make them desire her.

Of course, she wanted to defend her family with all that she could, too... but was that her sole reason for wanting to obtain the position? She would admit it to no one but herself, but it wasn't.

As she wandered outside of the Valhalla borders, she could picture it in her head, how enemies of Valhalla would snicker at such a princess being a warrior, and be beyond surprised when she brutally dominated them in battle. She wondered how it felt to sink her teeth into another wolf's tender flesh; it was something she'd only done in playing with her siblings, and never enough to draw blood.

Her journey took her far away from the land she had grown familiar with in the last few weeks. Never had she ventured so far from her family, from the safety of her pack. The landscape transformed rapidly as she went, the trees that towered far above her head slowly thinned into nonexistence for some time. She'd never experienced such a lack of foliage. She felt the warm sand beneath her paws as she tread onward, amused by the change of landscape. She was unaware how long she had been walking, though surely her journey had taken her a few hours. The ivory-furred female had set out just as the sun began to creep over the horizon, and now it hung almost directly overhead.

The heat had begun to sink in. She had grown accustomed to the piercing cold of winter, but with the change of landscape came the slight change in temperature, too, accentuated by spring's sudden arrival. Tongue lolled from her parted jaws as she jogged along, panting lightly.

Soon trees began to sprout up here and there, the landscape becoming more uneven as she went. Before long there was a sharp drop in the land. Somewhat timidly she peered over the edge of the steep cliff, finding a shallow albeit running river at the bottom. It was a challenge, and immediately she accepted, no hesitation as the female placed her paws gingerly on the downgrade. While she was not particularly afraid of slipping and hurting herself, she was more so annoyed that she might stumble, tainting her pure white fur with the sand that seemed to surround her on all sides.

Epiphron Adravendi moved with obvious apprehension, judging each step carefully as she used her paws to grip the land. Her eyes searched the ground before her as she made her way down into the ravine, knowing a fall would surely mean injury... and possibly even death. She was too far from her family to call for help, and she didn't expect a stranger to help a pretty female like herself. She'd been warned by her father of the danger of stumbling across strangers, especially males. It took her far longer than expected, but before she knew it she found herself standing on all four paws.

Her chest heaved gently, feeling the strain of her half-day journey. As the female gazed around, she caught sight of a young wolf lying on his side in the shallow stream. An eyebrow raised, curiosity taking over. She had never been so far from home on her own, and was intrigued as to who this stranger was. Wondering if he was dead or alive, Epiphron padded forward quietly, gazing at him with wide blue eyes. His chest was moving, something she only noticed as she crept closer, half expecting him to jump up and surprise her.

Perhaps he was injured? She moved to nudge him lightly on his side, unsure of what she should do. It would be a good moment to have Erani here, if he was injured...

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