Deliver Us From Evil

N/A · 04-03-2013, 12:52 AM

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If she were being perfectly honest with herself, she would've admitted to having chosen Valhalla simply because it sounded pretty. The she-wolf acted as if she cared about the pack's structures and morals, but in the end it all came down to the scenery for her. Hey, if she was going to be spending the rest of her- hopefully- long life in a pack's territory, the least she could do was make sure she'd enjoy the view. After having spent the majority of her life thus far at home, trying to decipher right from wrong via trial and error, Feral was all too eager to visit exotic places. Exotic meaning she'd settle for anywhere but home. Not even remotely close to home, preferably.

The darkly hued youth had been traveling for several days, a journey that would've gone a lot quicker if her nearly healed injuries hadn't slowed her pace. While the gashes had long since closed over, the scarred flesh was still tender not only to the touch, but to the movement of the muscles below as well. Each step was a test of her tolerance for pain, and thus far, she was passing with flying colors.

"Home sweet home." she mused as she neared the border of Valhallah's terrain, orange orbs taking in every detail in a manutian manner. Her parent's had failed her in the 'life lessons' department, so the she-wolf relied on instinct alone as she came to a stop a respectful distance from the scent markers and let lose a holw. Her call rang out for all to hear, starting out as a low alto before steadily building into a melodic soprano. Once satisfied that her request for audience had been made, she shifted her paws into a more proportionally balanced stance, tail slack and ears pricked. Her body was practically humming with energy as she waited for what was to come next.

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