Dark Flame Of Mine [Creedance]

Amaranth. Her name held no meaning other than the power she put behind the title. With each step, her pads pressed upon the dirt, making imprints, leaving behind a singular tell-tale sign that she had explored like thousands of wolves before her no doubt. The deciduous forest was thick, it was easy to become lost, trapped within its confines, a part of her wanted too. This solitude she had procured was beautiful, wondrous. Her thoughts were her own, her choices, her decisions. If she wanted to turn right and start walking she could, if she wanted to turn left and venture toward the ocean all she had to do was alter her direction... and even better still? Not a single cock came anywhere near her, hadn't in months. Her hind in no longer ached, she no longer felt filthy and used up. She was finally free.

The incline was steep, almost ridiculously so, she wondered vaguely why she had even bothered... oh right, she had never seen the ocean and she wanted to see it now, and even if she never made it to the bottom, if she stayed engulfed within the forest for the rest of her considerable days, she would be fine. getting lost would imply she had been going somewhere to begin with and Amaranth had nowhere to be. Amaranth had nothing, no family to speak of, no friends, no pack that depended on her, she was a vanquished spirit, invisible, she would never exist, a smile curled her maw, her chains were gone and she was free! Free! That word had not left her mind once, it made her feel light hearted and dizzy all at the same time.

The forest broke apart vanishing in a few quick paces, the ground turning to liquid sand beneath her pads and with two pads sinking deep, she froze, golden gaze drifting across the waves. She had never seen water move quite like that before. She paced forward uneasily, the sand being a familiar terrain but the water not so. The scent of salt reached her nostrils and she confirmed that it was not to drink. She came to a halt just as the waves were brushing against her ankles. The sunlight glittered off the waves, blinding her just as the foreign scent of a male reached her nostrils.

Her lips would coil over ivory diamonds she called her canines, her head would careen around, golden eyes narrowing in a fierce gaze, her head would lower and her hair would stand on end. Claws digging into the sands, preparing herself. If it was a mercenary she would rip them apart. Her posture promised pain to any that would oppose her. The docile, gentle dame no longer existed. "Show yourself!" The snarl would be menacing and cold, ripping from her larynx and promising something sinister.