Summer was a needed plague to destroy the land. Every year that it came around, she was struggling to keep her bearings with the heat, with the dying of plants as well. Droughts were common, and droughts meant less prey. Yet, surviving was what she was best at, and it had been such a long time since she had stepped upon the lands of the north of Alacritis. It was like a miracle had granted her special powers to be graced upon this freedom. Freedom that she did not wish to have, cyan eyes crusted over with sleep. The anger that filled her was obvious ever since she discovered what had happened of her so called home. Given up to a woman who was of Isardis' kin and he was no where to be found. Lova was far too old to care for such things, women were not meant to be held upon high regard. Not unless they were manipulating the man, because there would always be someone stronger in their midst. The mine's were covered in ash, or at least what was left of it. This place made her sick, but it was secluded from the world, meaning it gave her a sense of serenity if anything. The white limbs of the woman would carry her towards the arching entrance. Cluttered with wood and other planets, it was a obvious man-made tunnel from stories she had heard as a child. The scent of wolves crossed her like any other, and her mind would remind herself of the thrilling experience of meeting wolves. Even those who had everything wrong with them, because maybe there was everything wrong with her. Black tail cocked forward, her neck would turn over her shoulder to check behind her. Was someone following her into these depths she wondered. Lowering the thick tail she stepped into the darkness, and little crystals would end up being what provided light for the winter driven lady. Now she had to find a new home, find a new hobby. She was not the youngest among wolves anymore, turning five years of age. Her prime was far behind her since of the seige with Valhalla and Glaciem. Just stories in the back of her head of the winning and losing of age. The fighter was keen in her senses, but it was easy to get bored within that time frame. Lova had probably lost a bit of herself when she was away from Alacritis. Her mind was still level-headed, but her experience was of that knowing only of her own pride and blood that spilled the land. With a constant desire of power over others, her strength was completely resting upon her own shoulders. No matter how much she wanted to drown in the rivers, only to come out stronger than any god could ever be. She was lost without a home, and with that what sort of name was she supposed to make for herself. Either way, she would find somehow to spread her gene's if anything. Blood line was the most important thing to her. A suitable male like isardis willing to give her what she required was difficult. She had missed her chance, so it would be a difficult road to find someone now. And even more so a pack that could support the whelps and create a future for them. One thing was for sure, her only goal, was to leave a piece of herself behind. Speech,

this kinda stinks sorry :X

The cool of the north was relieving compared to the scorching sun of the south and west. Auriel had traveled through some part of each zone of Alacritis, glad to be on his feet and spreading the word. He had been sure to do random acts of kindness along the way, catching prey and leaving it for others, speaking with all he met, and even sharing his passion with one vixen who'd craved it more than any he'd met in years. The small male was simply happy to be himself on his own, basking in the freedom of travel.



Auriel looked forward to the moment he would find another stranger to befriend, and fortunately he would wait long. He happened upon another beauty, perhaps even more enticing than the last, and approached her with a bold smile and a twinkle in his eye. "You are a sight to behold," he seemed to sing as he weaved between the wreckages of the minefield. What brings a beauty such as yourself out to this wasteland alone?"






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