Walk the Night in the Valley
12-01-2013, 02:01 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-01-2013, 02:08 AM by Aures.)
She had been travelling around Alacritis for over half a year, still looking for the right place to be. The memories of her parents were fading, but she couldn't help but hold onto one particular morning she had shared with her family. Oracle and Galahad were awake with her before the sun had risen and their father had been awoken by the rude yelling of Oracle's voice in his ear. It seemed so long ago, but she remembered the happiness that radiated from her small form as they raced across the warm, sandy beach. That day was the beginning of her independence crave and now she fed it every time she went somewhere new. As the memory disappeared from her mind for the moment, she thought about Oracle and Galahad. She missed her litter mates with every fiber of her being, but she didn't know if they would be at home or out and about like her. The last time she had been back to the Cove, she had come across a wolf by the name of Neo. His large form stood tall in her mind and she couldn't help but grin. He was definitely a different kind of person she had ever met. She let her mind dwindle on him for a bit before she opened her eyes. The young pup had been dozing beneath the bare branches of a pine. It was located on the edge of the Emerald Valley, a neighboring site of Valhalla. For some reason, she had been pulled back to the landscape that screamed 'Peace and prosperity' when she walked upon it. Even though her Aunt Chrysanthe had given her permission to come and visit, she hadn't used the invitation to her advantage. War had been going on with the pack against Glaciem and Odette knew she wasn't fit for such a sight. At her age, she was weak and didn't know how to fight. Odette planned to work on that before her second year of being alive. She wanted power, and with power came strength. Her thoughts danced around the ideas of her standing tall against a powerful male cloaked in shadow when her name danced on the winds. Like a knife, it sliced through her desiring image and she focused on the word uttered like a question. Someone was looking for her...but who? The voice held familiarity, feminine and gentle... "Aunt Chrys..." she whispered as her ears perked and her whole body rose to a stand. It couldn't be? Shouldn't she have been at war still? What was going on? It became more real when Chrysanthe's scent hit her nose like a brick. Happiness and excitement rolled down Odette's body, reaching down her lanky legs to her toes. She didn't waste any time as the scent started to wane, indicating Chrysanthe was moving away from her. Odette leaped across the gnarled root on the earth's surface and bounded through the snow-tipped grass. From an eagle's view, the trail she left behind caused the snow to rise and fall from the blades being disturbed. Odette was big enough to where the top of her head, back, and the beginning of her tail could be seen. She enjoyed the brief, cold encounters of the snow as they whipped her face and stroked the parts of her pelt they could reach. Her body was built for the cold climates, but she hadn't been able to experience it...yet. The chilled effects she felt from the surrounding wintery atmosphere was only a taste of what her future home would be like. Odette didn't want to yell out her aunt's name, not until she had a visual aide to prove that she was physically there. She found a log piece that stood alone in the valley and gave herself a boost with front paws pushing up for her to look above the grass. In the distance to her far left, Odette could see a white form with a red face walking through the grass like it was water. That was all the proof she needed, for she sang out "AUNT CHRYSANTHE!!" in tones mixed with excitement and tearful relief. Descending from her mount, Odette raced through the remaining distance between her and the female at a gallop, aiming in a straight line for the woman's front right shoulder. Within a matter of seconds, Odette's body collided with the Valhallen. Gargoyle's offspring was bigger now, making her weight heavier than the last time she had seen the red-faced leader. She accidentally put too much force into her collision, so she immediately pulled back in case her aunt lost her balance from the surprise tackle. Her red and blue eyes looked up at Chrysanthe with shimmering tears that threatened to fall down her gray cheeks. Odette only had to blink once and they fell, cascading into her fur like streams set free from a dam. Excitement mixed with that emotional relief swept through the seven-month-old as she waited to see if Chrysanthe would regain her composure before nuzzling her neck hard. She reclined to her haunches, slender like Ocena's, as she buried her head into the spot where she had just nuzzled her aunt. "Aunt Chrys.." she whimpered, voice muffled by the winter coat that graced the Alpha's body, "Please tell me this is real. If you are just my imagination, I won't be able to take it!" Talk like this |
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