Wolf RPG

It had been quite some time since she left these wilds. Shisu was older, and counted herself wiser- less of a scared cat. Though she still looked the same, ever-so fluff, and her face of innocence. Though now she held tranquility, and a more peaceful step then one of constant fear. She was around two, when the witch originally came to this land, and now she was of officially four years old.

She had no mate to speak of, but there was children. A fresh pair of triplets, but they were already a year old, and she bare no new litter for the upcoming season. Though Shisu, experienced motherhood, giving her a new confidence on life itself. It was difficult, especially as a single mother.  She relied on a man on a faithful night, but he was a wicked one, who only wished to sleep with her, then flee. It was a shame, and her distrust in the world grew since then.

Though memories came to, once they left the nest. She wondered, into an old area, where the woman once met @Kove, who let her join Blackfeather Woods. She shuddered, thinking how cold, and how horrible the place it was, but the wolves were kind. Though blushed, thinking of the man who nearly whisked her away. She missed her @Behemoth, and the man she held a one-night stand with, reminded her so much of him.

Memories flourished, as she entered the first place Shisu had entered.

Someone growled at her, and her fur rose not in agitation, but fear. She never did learn how to properly defend herself, and felt like a deer caught in the headlights. When she turned around, there was an awe-too-familiar scene. Glowing, purple eyes, with a toad of innocence between the jaw, and she felt pity for it.

"..Astara?" Shisu, now without a stutter, asked curiously, fur ruffling down in calmity, now a curiosity.

Despite a rather, grimacing meeting, Shisu still felt gleefull on seeing someone so familiar. She was bigger, though still silent as ever. She wondered what happened to Relmyna, and Averna as well, the twin ghost. She was an adult, and now its been a few years, it was assumed the black bird now became of age, most likely roughly of two years.

She felt older.

"I see you are still the same," the witch chuckled slightly, at the poor frog that was left in their maw, "how are you?"

Though she wouldn't be surprised if an answer was not given; Astara never talked.

"O-Oh!" The poor frog had been flung at her, and so Shisu desperately tried to catch it with carefulness. She didn't want to puncture more with her canines, and try to have the poor creature bounce off her flourished chest, and onto her paws. However, while the creature did manage to bounce off, she didn't get the chance to catch it.

"O-Oh?" Astara seemed to have grabbed her scruff.

She was a bit worried now.

"It's nice to see you?" Shisu never could understand the twins.. Unique way of communicating, as Averna tended to ask like a ghost, Astara was like a living shadow, but more aggressive. She generally wondered how the gentle Relmyna produced such wild children, but she supposed the woman was back in Blackfeather Woods.

Astara smelled different, "Uhm, you okay?" the purple witch asked, as the girl circled her so.

"Oh jeez." She almost felt herself step back into the stuttering habits, as Astara was nerving her so. Anxiety was sky-rocketing, the little shadow was not just a small girl anymore, but a full-fledge adult, that can also hunt her like the toads she enjoyed. 

A crazed eye, and Shisu realized she made a mistake coming back. The flash of Blackfeathers dark wolves was a notorious memory, and she felt her spine raise in fear. Astara was a blackfeather wolf after all- it was a mistake to think there was a little sanity, and kindness. 

When threatened in silence, the plush wolf was quick to turn around and start to run.

She wanted her Behemoth- or even her children to come and help. Shisu felt like a rabbit once more, fleeing from Blackfeather Forest's shadow again, and repeated the nightmare all over again. She looked back at Astara, chasing her like a black lion, "Please, don't do this," the heavy-fluffed wolf begged through her heavy breathing.

She ran like might, like the day she left Blackfeather. This land was cursed, these wilds were cursed- nothing seemed to bring the witch joy except him, but he was no longer here to protect her. She urned for him so, and silently mourned for his touch, '@Behemoth!'

The panther lunged toward her, and she could only slip and fall in horror. There was a scream from her throat, as she was in sheer terror from the wickedness that once she knew. Whatever blood was to be spilled, the best that Shisu could do was toss and turn, try to flee outside of these lands.

She wouldn't return once free- bloodied and mangled if she was, she would never return again.