Diamond In The Flesh
04-10-2017, 06:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-10-2017, 06:59 PM by Esmee.)
Lover’s Mangrove.
What a place to end up for a lone rogue like Esmee. She did not know when or why she had gotten to the place, but she did somehow. Her paws and something inside her brought her here, so she had no choice but to follow them. If she had an internal odometer, the she-wolf would have racked up several miles in the process. Her home, her family, and the life she once knew were all only memories then. But she did not mind, she had arrived, and that was all that counted. Hopefully it would all be worth it in the end. All of this just had to be worth it in the end, for nothing was futile, everything had a purpose.
The chocolate and brown female padded through the adjoining land at a brisk pace, and her paws propelled her forward into the lands belonging solely to the Fiori wolves. The more and more she delved deeper, the thicker the trees around her got and the waterways grew more numerous. Esmee’s face betrayed no real emotion meanwhile, though her eyes surveyed the essence of the environment. Her eyes said all that needed to be said. There were no reserves about coming here, and it clearly showed. The woman’s posture and carriage were splendid. As always, she did not miss a single beat, and the word queen was written all over her.
Esmee did stop at the very edge of the border though, no more than the tiniest millimeter from crossing into the territory. If she so much as twitched her front toe the right way, she would have been over the line. Instead though, Esmee’s sensitive, leathery nostrils touched the dividing line, inhaling the scents that rubbed the earth first. Everything seemed normal and up to par from initial inspection. This land was aesthetically lacking somewhat perhaps, but still to par. For a brief moment, Esmee just stopped and she listened. Her rounded ears picked up on the subtle signs of a living territory. A soft breeze also ruffled her thick, dark fur and she reveled in it. The very faintest touch of a smile dared to grace the canine’s features in appreciation, but disappeared almost as quickly as it came. Only the most astute creatures would have been able to detect it, and it did not seem like any were around at the time, which was good. Smiles were sacred to Esmee.
And with that, the female took one sophisticated step into the lands, just waiting to see what would happen next. She would not howl to announce her presence as others had done before her. No, that was what every wolf did. That was beginning to be cliché. Esmee would pace herself and personally find the one responsible for overseeing these lands. There was no need to rush; time would still move forward whether she willed it to or not. And at that current point in time, Esmee had all her time to give.
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What a place to end up for a lone rogue like Esmee. She did not know when or why she had gotten to the place, but she did somehow. Her paws and something inside her brought her here, so she had no choice but to follow them. If she had an internal odometer, the she-wolf would have racked up several miles in the process. Her home, her family, and the life she once knew were all only memories then. But she did not mind, she had arrived, and that was all that counted. Hopefully it would all be worth it in the end. All of this just had to be worth it in the end, for nothing was futile, everything had a purpose.
The chocolate and brown female padded through the adjoining land at a brisk pace, and her paws propelled her forward into the lands belonging solely to the Fiori wolves. The more and more she delved deeper, the thicker the trees around her got and the waterways grew more numerous. Esmee’s face betrayed no real emotion meanwhile, though her eyes surveyed the essence of the environment. Her eyes said all that needed to be said. There were no reserves about coming here, and it clearly showed. The woman’s posture and carriage were splendid. As always, she did not miss a single beat, and the word queen was written all over her.
Esmee did stop at the very edge of the border though, no more than the tiniest millimeter from crossing into the territory. If she so much as twitched her front toe the right way, she would have been over the line. Instead though, Esmee’s sensitive, leathery nostrils touched the dividing line, inhaling the scents that rubbed the earth first. Everything seemed normal and up to par from initial inspection. This land was aesthetically lacking somewhat perhaps, but still to par. For a brief moment, Esmee just stopped and she listened. Her rounded ears picked up on the subtle signs of a living territory. A soft breeze also ruffled her thick, dark fur and she reveled in it. The very faintest touch of a smile dared to grace the canine’s features in appreciation, but disappeared almost as quickly as it came. Only the most astute creatures would have been able to detect it, and it did not seem like any were around at the time, which was good. Smiles were sacred to Esmee.
And with that, the female took one sophisticated step into the lands, just waiting to see what would happen next. She would not howl to announce her presence as others had done before her. No, that was what every wolf did. That was beginning to be cliché. Esmee would pace herself and personally find the one responsible for overseeing these lands. There was no need to rush; time would still move forward whether she willed it to or not. And at that current point in time, Esmee had all her time to give.
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