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Lo, there do I see my father (RAID)



Varda

Celestial
Hunter

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
501
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Medium
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07-21-2015, 01:59 AM (This post was last modified: 07-22-2015, 04:40 AM by Varda.)


With pacing thoughts of seemingly infinite energy darting through her mind, it was no wonder the young woman had fallen into a rather light sleep. Stress had taken ahold of her mind, never allowing her to relax and calm herself. In fact, she wasn't even tired, however, she knew if she was to stay up the whole night the exhaustion would catch her mercilessly, thus draining the productivity from her day. Constantly tossing and turning, she only dozed in brief yet uncomfortable intervals, and at her last awakening, her senses detected the commotion a short distance away from the border, but definitely inside the pack's territory. Since she hadn't been able to slumber smoothly, what harm would it do to investigate? After all, it didn't seem like anything alarmingly large was happening.

Or so she had thought.

Approaching from the behind, she saw the hinds of her pack-mates: Father, Frost, Félicien, Fate, Miksa, they were all there, but what were those forms in front of them? Were they other wolves? No, they couldn't be; why would foreign wolves dare to cross the border? An unfamiliar stench entered her nose - the thick scent of another pack. What was another pack doing on their territory? Confusion baffled her thoughts whilst her eyes widened in fear as she saw her cousin confidently charge at a random opponent, engaging into a brawl. Wait, these wolves were hostile? A part of her screamed for her to turn tail and flee whilst the other part felt the sense of obligation to help her family. They were being attacked; what a coward she would be if she ran from the problem and wished for it to have never occurred. Stepping into the line with her breathing shallow and quick and fear smeared all over her features, she glanced to her father after examining the intimidating invaders. Within moments, her father roared out at a single yet dreadful command and swiftly closed the distance between himself and the woman who she assumed was the leader amongst the others, making her gulp at the sight. At any second, one of these brawny warriors (as she presumed) would become her opponent, and she'd have to fight to protect whatever it was that they desired. Did they plan to take the territory? Take over Threar? No, no, no, no, no; this couldn't be happening!  

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