Post by {R}ioga {O}iche on Mar 26, 2010 21:34:41 GMT -5
It was a unusually cold day. The wind was dancing through the forest, a bitter cold, for the day was icy. The sun was high in the sky, a golden ball of fire that's heat scorched the terra with it's warm rays. Clouds rolled by in masses, thick grey things. A storm was coming, but has yet to began. The dark clouds floated on the endless sky of royal blue, so beautiful and magnificent. The tree's where tall, and their branches waving, bare of leave's for winter was here. Brown grasp was swirling, rippling like moving water in the small clearing's that where pocketed in the forest. A few birds where soaring through the skies, sweet song's escaping their beak's and filling the afternoon air. A doe and her fawn where grazing in a small meadow, picking at the few shoots in the snow, oblivious to the word. A vixen was watching a rabbit, hoping for a easy meal. Snow was thick here and there, so cold and biting the toes of any creature who was moving around. The forest was a live with activity, but it was still a cold winter that was holding on with force, not wanting to let spring take over.
Then everything froze as the soft step's of a lupa resounded through the forest. The two deer turned and fled for their home's, and the vixen dragged her rabbit to her den, hiding in fear. The lupa that appeared was stunning....and sad. Her dome was lowered to the terra, chin brushing the cold snow. Her aud's where pinned to the side, twitching slightly. Her orb's where cast down, their midnight blue depths filled with agony and loss. Her jowls where clamped shut, black lips covering her white ivories. Her pelt, a mixture of creamy tan and snowy white, clung to her form, showing bit's of her bone's. Each movement seemed to be forced, yet each stride was graceful, paws sinking in slightly in the snow. Her banner was tucked tightly, the tip brushing one of her pink nipples. Her ugly scar on her neck, through her right shoulder, and onto her belly seemed more pronounced.
The fae didn't glance at any of the creature, for in truth she didn't care. She glided through the forest, moving left and right, in a zig zag direction. She was heading to the cliff like edge to sit and think. A shocking blow had just come upon her, and she needed time to think. Yet, the fae had been sitting with this dreaded new's for a week, and it was just getting worse. No longer did she hunt for herself or the pack, no longer did she interact, but made herself scarce. She seemed to be hiding from reality, but why would she do this, this fae who was magnificent, and a omega?
The lone lupa appeared at her destination. Her pillar's seemed to give out then, and she landed on her stomach with a off. Her dome flopped onto the terra, pillar's tucked under her chest and stomach. Banner curled around her side, hiding most of her thick scar. Orb's closed slightly, hot tear's shedding from her orbs to mark their way down her maw. Her bodice shook from the cold and from stark sadness. She had not eaten in a weak, and her need to survive was down. The fae had just lost her mother, and the blow was devastating.
Now she was thinking of just stop talking, and be a mere ghost in the pack. It was not like anyone cared for her in the first place. She was a omega, and a good lupa. She was not evil or aggressive, but a mere loyal creature. They wouldn't mind her not being around, if she provided food for the pack and fought with them. That's all she did before, but she had also talked and mingled slightly, but now thing's might be different. The fae needed to be a lone, and not here the taunt's and insults from the fae's of the pack who disliked her. No, she didn't need any of this. All the poor fae wanted was to be left a lone, and to feel like family.
Was it to much to ask for? To be accepted and wanted? If it was, then all she wanted was love. The lupa loved everyone in the pack fiercely as a sister, nothing more and nothing less. She gave them everything, but in return she got nothing but distaste. Why? Because she was not like them..and the alphine's old daughter. Now, she just wanted to know one thing: Did they truely need her? Or was she just a extra mouth to feed? Rioga Oiche needed to know.
Then everything froze as the soft step's of a lupa resounded through the forest. The two deer turned and fled for their home's, and the vixen dragged her rabbit to her den, hiding in fear. The lupa that appeared was stunning....and sad. Her dome was lowered to the terra, chin brushing the cold snow. Her aud's where pinned to the side, twitching slightly. Her orb's where cast down, their midnight blue depths filled with agony and loss. Her jowls where clamped shut, black lips covering her white ivories. Her pelt, a mixture of creamy tan and snowy white, clung to her form, showing bit's of her bone's. Each movement seemed to be forced, yet each stride was graceful, paws sinking in slightly in the snow. Her banner was tucked tightly, the tip brushing one of her pink nipples. Her ugly scar on her neck, through her right shoulder, and onto her belly seemed more pronounced.
The fae didn't glance at any of the creature, for in truth she didn't care. She glided through the forest, moving left and right, in a zig zag direction. She was heading to the cliff like edge to sit and think. A shocking blow had just come upon her, and she needed time to think. Yet, the fae had been sitting with this dreaded new's for a week, and it was just getting worse. No longer did she hunt for herself or the pack, no longer did she interact, but made herself scarce. She seemed to be hiding from reality, but why would she do this, this fae who was magnificent, and a omega?
The lone lupa appeared at her destination. Her pillar's seemed to give out then, and she landed on her stomach with a off. Her dome flopped onto the terra, pillar's tucked under her chest and stomach. Banner curled around her side, hiding most of her thick scar. Orb's closed slightly, hot tear's shedding from her orbs to mark their way down her maw. Her bodice shook from the cold and from stark sadness. She had not eaten in a weak, and her need to survive was down. The fae had just lost her mother, and the blow was devastating.
Now she was thinking of just stop talking, and be a mere ghost in the pack. It was not like anyone cared for her in the first place. She was a omega, and a good lupa. She was not evil or aggressive, but a mere loyal creature. They wouldn't mind her not being around, if she provided food for the pack and fought with them. That's all she did before, but she had also talked and mingled slightly, but now thing's might be different. The fae needed to be a lone, and not here the taunt's and insults from the fae's of the pack who disliked her. No, she didn't need any of this. All the poor fae wanted was to be left a lone, and to feel like family.
Was it to much to ask for? To be accepted and wanted? If it was, then all she wanted was love. The lupa loved everyone in the pack fiercely as a sister, nothing more and nothing less. She gave them everything, but in return she got nothing but distaste. Why? Because she was not like them..and the alphine's old daughter. Now, she just wanted to know one thing: Did they truely need her? Or was she just a extra mouth to feed? Rioga Oiche needed to know.
