Shattered in the shadows
06-30-2014, 01:39 AM
The wind spoke in a hushed voice, exchanging words with the trees and grass. The dark lady could hear the moaning words of nature. She understood perfectly.
Look at that dame. What a disgrace she is...
Poor girl, it really was not her fault...
I show no sympathy for that beast, she must suffer until she is dead!
It was not the first time the wind had picked on her in such a scornful way. With a deep and majestic growl, she yowled silence for the stupid spirits. They silenced instantly, fear of what this dame could do. Her abilities and potential is unknown, but those spirits would not want to stick around to find out.
Yes, that's right. Cower in fear, weak ones. Do not underestimate me...
The wind, instead, had carried to Aislinn a scent of another. She was no longer alone in these weeping woods. The solitary lady was certainly not in the mood for meeting others, quite frankly, she was at her best away from everyone else. Though the wind urged her on, following the scent of the other. What did the scent smell like? An older man reeking of others. A family. A pack.
A pack...
What was a pack? A pack was a group of wolves, who belonged together, who hunted, served, protected and loved. Her brother had promised Aislinn that if she was to get anywhere in life, a pack would be best. Now that she thought about it, she needed no-one's help. Who would accept this disgraceful mess? The wind did not like her, why would other wolves?
Her eyes opened up to a large russet man, lumbering through the soulless woods. His matching red orbs flickered into the endless shadows. What sort of pack wolf would linger in such a dangerous and dark place? But she should not be too quick to judge, perhaps this wolf is of great power and potential. Whoever he was, she would approach him. Azure orbs sparkling wickedly, the elegant golden dame would reveal herself to the traveling man.
"Greetings, sir." She spoke in a cold and dry tone, the howling wind ruffling her silken fur. How would this man react to this disgrace?
Walk.
"Talk." Thoughts and voices