I Was Not Brave [open]
03-30-2013, 06:58 PM
Azalea was on a journey. A journey that had started like any other, at home. Az was a curious whelp, always finding her way to excitement of some type. On that note, she had not yet strayed from the borders of Valhalla as she was doing now. In those previous days the lands are Valhalla were vast enough to contain her but now her interests overflowed the limits of her pack and she was drawn out by the scent of someone coming in. A wolf. Male. It seemed they had come and gone a few times or more. Her young, inexperienced nose could not place the scent. The only thing that was certain was that he was not of Valhalla. She also liked to think she was certain she would find whoever he was and interrogate him as to why he visited the eastern border of her pack on more than one occasion. Of course her childish mind refused to grasp the severity of her indiscretion. There was no Valhalla here. There was no one to back her up. She could be attacked. She could be killed. She could be taken hostage. Far too many dangers waited in the wild world that was neither kind nor fair. Perhaps soon there would be more life knowledge dumped into the small girl's head, but with any luck, not too soon nor too abruptly. This exhibition was not meant to be her last. She was but a child, full of dreams and ambitions. Her heart was set on the path of a warrior with a brother to contend with. But Azalea was far from hope now. Tall grass had surrounded her and no longer could she see where she was going. She didn't have the sense enough to mind the wind and angle of the shadows on the grass, instead she traveled blindly straying further and further from home. She had left in search of Maverick and Seracia (though she did not know it) and now she couldn't even be certain that she would ever see Valhalla again. This realization hit her, causing her to stop in her tracks. Glancing around in panic she begin to slowly whine, her body shaking as the sound grew louder and louder until she was whaling out to anyone who would hear her cries. Speech, |
