I'm Glad You Came
09-09-2014, 08:00 AM
The wayward heart of a wanderer could lead a wolf anywhere. They could lead them to see many things, beautiful things, horrific things... so many experiences lay in wait for such a wolf. That was the life that Pamela had lead, leaving her siblings before Quelt decided he tired of their hoemland. For Pamela it was both a sad decision and a happy one. She had left without saying goodbye, at least face to face, yet somewhere in her heart she felt the fates would allow her to come home to her siblings again. But it was no easy task to search for them, had she decided to directly search. But no... Pamela would go where her paws lead. They had not lead her wrong yet, and so she trusted where they went. After all, their navigator was her heart. Bi-colored eyes of red and blue hues would focus on the landscape, searching for the shadowy figures that would reveal some sort of creature to her. The best she could get when meeting another. She saw no one for who they truly were, not even herself, as sad as it was. She was unable to. They were all the same in look. All the same in voice. Gender, age... neither mattered. The best she could do was tell whether she was speaking to a wolf or not. But she was not afraid. She could handle herself... and thus far... not many had figured out her little secret. Even if they did Pamela was no weakling, no soft-hearted creature who could be pushed around. The female would pause, blinking as first one drop of water would hit her nose. Then another. Then the downpour began, cooling the heat the spread over the southern area of the land she found herself in. Alacritia, another called it. She had heard rumors of all sorts of this land... of the fabled Destruction family that grew in numbers, perhaps the biggest threat in the means of a takeover. Of the dispersed Covari Empire... of the Ice King and his blood the hailed in the cold lands of the north. But Pamela was not one to simply believe what she heard. So she came to Alacritia seeking truth and answers. Something she could learn only through her own eyes, mind, and experiences. Pamela Arrow had arrived. Speech, |