I am not my own

*Isolde* · 06-04-2014, 02:53 PM

Rusty limbs would carry the babe over frosty expanses as her search would continue. She would search for a scent, or sign, anything that would point her in the direction of family. She would crave the presence of greatness beside her, the feeling of the heat of someone who shared in her noble blood. Her pace was steady, her form sound as she traversed the lands, searching. Head was held high, her tail playing over her back as elegant legs took her over the darkened lands. A gentle breeze would play with her fur, tousling the strands with chilled fingers. The light from the stars above would illuminate the girl as her frame made its way over the landscape, her attention caught by the deep gully before her. She faintly remembered the place to have been part of her home pack, still their scent would linger ever so faintly on the border.
With no hesitation she would cross, memories trying to invade her mind and return. Strands of thought would be stirred as eyes lingered upon familiar places. She would feel emotion tug at her heart, she missed them. Thoughts of brothers, sisters, and parents would fill her dreams at night. She craved them and their presence, she wished to show them how she had grown and matured. She wanted them to see how well she had taken care of herself. She wanted to show them how worthy she was of being their daughter. Of how proud they should be of their princess. The girl's emotions would be held in check as she walked, breath even, she would find them. No use letting her emotions get the better of her before she was even reunited with them.
Isolde's pace would slow, her eagerness mellowing as she let herself appreciate the old memories. She felt so close to them here, surely a rest here in the ice crusted wonderland would not slow their reunion much. A soft sigh would slip from her pristine lips as her gaze once again trailed over the sparkling surfaces around her.

touch the stars

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