We Rowdy [recruiting]
12-10-2014, 07:18 PM
A discontented sigh shuddered through the silence. How long had the lone she-wolf been wandering? It felt like years. Her long ebony ears were pinned back against her head and gray eyes were clouded with frustration as soft paws padded steadily and aimlessly forward. Hadn’t this been what she had longed for her whole life? Wasn’t this freedom that she had dreamed about ever since she had been old enough to get up onto her own four legs and wander about? Wasn’t this isolation what she had yearned for, back when she was cooped up among her unruly brothers and her stern, no-nonsense father? Then why did everything out here seem so . . . boring?
The pungent smell of blood was the only thing that finally snapped the young wolf out of her reverie. Immediately, her ears perked forward, her head snapped up, her body froze in place, and her pale gray eyes flashed with sudden attention. Memories of sparring sessions with her father and brothers sprang to Allie’s mind and a sudden jolt of excitement rushed through her veins. What is this place? she wondered quietly to herself.
Suddenly there was a howl not too very far off and Allie’s head snapped to the side. It wasn’t that she hadn’t run into other lifeforms in her aimless wanderings through these new lands, but there was something about this call that commanded one’s attention. Again, the image of Allie’s father flashed in her mind’s eye and she remembered the proud way he had held his head above all other wolves in the pack. The way he commanded attention, obedience, and loyalty. This time, the surge of excitement that rushed through the lone wanderer was mixed with a tinge of anxiety. One had to be careful, out here wandering alone. Allie had never been on her own without a pack before and, though she had relished the freedom at first, she was now beginning to feel slightly exposed and weak. She hadn’t been the strongest fighter in her father’s pack by a long shot, though she always did her best. How could she expect to defend herself out here all alone, and against an alpha, no less?
Allie’s small, dark head lowered to the ground once more as she padded softly towards the sound, her muscles tensed and ready to fight or flight at a moment’s notice. At last, she set her clouded gray eyes on the owner of the voice – an astonishingly large male, with a coat that reminded her of a clouded, moonless night sky. His bright blue eyes were staring out at the forbidding terrain around him, challenging anyone to approach him. Allie watched him in silent caution for a few moments. Her first instinct was to immediately return his call, but she tried to imagine what her father might do in a situation like this. Use caution, Allegro, he would say. You always trust too easily.
Still, Allie couldn’t help padding quietly closer, though she kept a hesitant distance between herself and the forbidding male. Ears lay back on her head and she lay somewhat low to the ground, making her small form even smaller in a show of humble greeting. However, no words left her lips. She would not be the first to speak in this situation. What would she even begin to say?
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The pungent smell of blood was the only thing that finally snapped the young wolf out of her reverie. Immediately, her ears perked forward, her head snapped up, her body froze in place, and her pale gray eyes flashed with sudden attention. Memories of sparring sessions with her father and brothers sprang to Allie’s mind and a sudden jolt of excitement rushed through her veins. What is this place? she wondered quietly to herself.
Suddenly there was a howl not too very far off and Allie’s head snapped to the side. It wasn’t that she hadn’t run into other lifeforms in her aimless wanderings through these new lands, but there was something about this call that commanded one’s attention. Again, the image of Allie’s father flashed in her mind’s eye and she remembered the proud way he had held his head above all other wolves in the pack. The way he commanded attention, obedience, and loyalty. This time, the surge of excitement that rushed through the lone wanderer was mixed with a tinge of anxiety. One had to be careful, out here wandering alone. Allie had never been on her own without a pack before and, though she had relished the freedom at first, she was now beginning to feel slightly exposed and weak. She hadn’t been the strongest fighter in her father’s pack by a long shot, though she always did her best. How could she expect to defend herself out here all alone, and against an alpha, no less?
Allie’s small, dark head lowered to the ground once more as she padded softly towards the sound, her muscles tensed and ready to fight or flight at a moment’s notice. At last, she set her clouded gray eyes on the owner of the voice – an astonishingly large male, with a coat that reminded her of a clouded, moonless night sky. His bright blue eyes were staring out at the forbidding terrain around him, challenging anyone to approach him. Allie watched him in silent caution for a few moments. Her first instinct was to immediately return his call, but she tried to imagine what her father might do in a situation like this. Use caution, Allegro, he would say. You always trust too easily.
Still, Allie couldn’t help padding quietly closer, though she kept a hesitant distance between herself and the forbidding male. Ears lay back on her head and she lay somewhat low to the ground, making her small form even smaller in a show of humble greeting. However, no words left her lips. She would not be the first to speak in this situation. What would she even begin to say?
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