Those Wild Unknowns
08-28-2014, 02:47 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-28-2014, 02:58 PM by Zaqa.)
Damp, earthen tones and the crisp scent of evergreen accosted the she wolf?s senses as she attempted to locate the direction of the unfamiliar presence. For the time being her wide gaze did not detect anything in the distance other than the many avenues of lofty trees. The forest still retained its unhinging hush and this put Zaqa on edge. Her mind wandered back into the dismal abyss that had been the last few weeks. The screams emanating from the grasping flames of the forest fire in her homelands composed a haunting melody in her head. A flurry of angered voices on her pursuit intermingled with the hissing embers that made the forest glow. She was just grateful to be alive, though from the beginning she knew she would come out unscathed. She always did... even if she was the only one. She had despised her father and resented her whole pack structure for her either life. Those iron fists of patriarchy and senseless violence were crushed in an admirable revolution that Zaqa could inwardly celebrate to. No longer did she need to be subservient to the higher, putrid ranks of her father?s minions. Though the ivory wolf had been given privilege and esteem within the clan it wasn?t enough. With vague excitement she reminisced of their deaths, completely detached from the reality of its sheer brutality.
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