Lonely in her depths she had an erring feeling, a nagging to her instincts and a momentarily weak crave from within her chest. Taught from childhood that the absence of others was the way of life, that solitude was a blessing and she certainly agreed – so why did she feel a drag? Why did she climb the mountains of ice during summer time with nothing but scent luring her in and now hunger slowly tearing to her stomach?
Stupidity had to be it. Maybe she had finally lost her mind and was going crazy, maybe someone was leading her there and she was slowly leaving behind common sense without seeing who pulled the strings, or maybe she was just an idiot. She had never considered herself as such, but it seemed rather fitting for her travels up north. Little food, not much prey and even less edible berries to live off – it upset her stomach anyway. Her dark tail was pushed down and her ears on a low drop toward her skull.
There was a sound and whisper inside of her, a string slowly attached within that was pulling her forward – she had followed a scent of something unknown to her, and instincts had immediately pulled her toward this scent. She first feared it to be a male and mating season was the calling, until logic told her off, it was no season for mating. She scraped the snow as she tried to find the scent again and this time she realized what it was.
A pack.
She stiffened and her ears twitched in different directions. She huffed and scowled. This was a survival instinct, so she was not an idiot. She knew she had trouble living and fending herself on her own the world was harsh and the darkness that swept across all lands would also shroud her heart to darkness and leave her blind. She knew why her instincts had lead her here. It was only natural for any wolf to seek a pack of their own, especially a female of her age, it was quite unnatural for one to live alone for so long. She turned around, ready to abandon this scent and the instinct within.
The string tightened and held her in place. You have to. She groaned. Why in god’s name did she have to? Oh right. To survive. She took another step away from the pack borders and the string suspended and pulled so it hurt in her chest. She gritted her teeth, tried to break free from the pull, she squinted her eyes with her heart racing as if she had been on a hunt (or on the run from danger, was a more fitting description). The string did not break or falter in strength.
She gave in.
Fine
She sighed and turned around and sat by the bush which had been marked by a pack. She felt humiliated to give up on this life of hers, but the satisfaction of her instinct told her that this was the way to survive.
I don’t have to enjoy it though...
No chance in hell that she would ever enjoy to run errands for someone else.
Stupidity had to be it. Maybe she had finally lost her mind and was going crazy, maybe someone was leading her there and she was slowly leaving behind common sense without seeing who pulled the strings, or maybe she was just an idiot. She had never considered herself as such, but it seemed rather fitting for her travels up north. Little food, not much prey and even less edible berries to live off – it upset her stomach anyway. Her dark tail was pushed down and her ears on a low drop toward her skull.
There was a sound and whisper inside of her, a string slowly attached within that was pulling her forward – she had followed a scent of something unknown to her, and instincts had immediately pulled her toward this scent. She first feared it to be a male and mating season was the calling, until logic told her off, it was no season for mating. She scraped the snow as she tried to find the scent again and this time she realized what it was.
A pack.
She stiffened and her ears twitched in different directions. She huffed and scowled. This was a survival instinct, so she was not an idiot. She knew she had trouble living and fending herself on her own the world was harsh and the darkness that swept across all lands would also shroud her heart to darkness and leave her blind. She knew why her instincts had lead her here. It was only natural for any wolf to seek a pack of their own, especially a female of her age, it was quite unnatural for one to live alone for so long. She turned around, ready to abandon this scent and the instinct within.
The string tightened and held her in place. You have to. She groaned. Why in god’s name did she have to? Oh right. To survive. She took another step away from the pack borders and the string suspended and pulled so it hurt in her chest. She gritted her teeth, tried to break free from the pull, she squinted her eyes with her heart racing as if she had been on a hunt (or on the run from danger, was a more fitting description). The string did not break or falter in strength.
She gave in.
Fine
She sighed and turned around and sat by the bush which had been marked by a pack. She felt humiliated to give up on this life of hers, but the satisfaction of her instinct told her that this was the way to survive.
I don’t have to enjoy it though...
No chance in hell that she would ever enjoy to run errands for someone else.
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Creeping in my soul - by Slate - August 05, 2016, 01:52 PM
RE: Creeping in my soul - by Reek - August 06, 2016, 01:05 PM
RE: Creeping in my soul - by Slate - August 06, 2016, 01:23 PM
RE: Creeping in my soul - by Reek - August 06, 2016, 01:37 PM
RE: Creeping in my soul - by Slate - August 06, 2016, 01:56 PM
RE: Creeping in my soul - by Reek - August 07, 2016, 05:07 PM