Whose bed have your boots been under?
03-11-2013, 09:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-11-2013, 09:34 AM by Epiphron.)
Epiphron finally knew what it was like to be a female ? no, a woman. Not only was she intelligent and level-headed, but she had been blessed with the kind of beauty than made men turn their heads. It was something she was just beginning to discover, as she finally was losing the puppyish appearance she?d had for so long, but it was even more apparent in the presence of another yearling. It was an interesting feeling to circle him, not completely unlike a vulture circling its prey, and watch him stand there proudly, with all the surety in the world that she wouldn?t do anything to harm him. Of course, she didn?t seem threatening, and wasn?t planning on doing anything to harm him; he was a bit larger than her anyway, and she had little exposure to fighting thus far. Maverick said that he?d heard of Valhalla. Of course he has, she thought to herself, knowing the legacy Cairo had left in his wake. Her father had built a solid foundation for the pack, and a legacy that all of the children, including Epiphron, would only continue on. She only circled him once, joining him in lowering her muzzle to the water to lap some of the cool water. As she did so, she realized how thirsty she was?her journey had been farther than she?d realized. Only briefly did she wonder if her family had noticed she was missing. Probably not, for she had taken to wandering quite a bit these days. If only they knew how far she had gone! And if they knew where exactly she?d ventured to. Surely Erani would be worried to find the young female at the bottom of such a deep ravine, and she couldn?t imagine the female?s panic if she saw Maverick lying motionless at the bottom. It would surely be interesting when they decided to climb out, but the prospect of possibly slipping and rolling around in the dirt around her cute new friend was not exactly exciting. Instead she would settle with wallowing in the paw-deep water, wondering briefly how many wolves had fallen and injured themselves here. It was pretty in its own right, despite the sandy cliffs that surrounded them both sides. The water sparkled brightly as the sun shone directly overhead the two of them, showing that the day was at its peak. ?I don?t know. What?s it like in Seracia?? She retorted with a playful snicker, realizing how difficult the question was to answer. ?I?ve known nothing but Valhalla my entire life. It?s simply home to me.? Her voice was sweet as ever, the mere mention of her pack causing her eyes to sparkle and her tail to wave behind her in a fluid motion. It was a bit strange being around someone she had not known her entire life. If she was hanging out with Chrysanthe, or Syrinx, or even her adoptive siblings, she could feel comfortable enough to fill the voids of silence with gentle nudges or other simple forms of contact. But with a stranger she felt inclined to keep her distance. He also smelled a bit odd to her ? though not in an entirely bad way ? just different, his scent intertwined with that of his pack and family, all wolves Epiphron had never met. ?We recently had to move to a new land after the volcano erupted,? she stated matter-of-factly. ?So we have been settling in mostly.? Another pause followed. What was Valhalla really like? Compared to another pack? ?I suppose my father can be a bit strict. There?s not much room for slacking, but he?s very fair and I can?t say I?ve had a bad life. In fact, it?s been quite good. Though I guess I shouldn?t expect anything less as an Adravendi.? A pretty smile was given, showing her pearly white teeth to Maverick. ?And what's Seracia like, in comparison? Do you get to follow in your father?s giant footsteps too?? |
