Was there such a thing as second chances?
Age was but a number, but turning five was still a bit of a shock to Alf. There was a certain point where the tawny wolfess figured she'd stop having birthdays; whether this was do to an untimely demise or a taste of immortality, the female wasn't sure.
She'd had mates, a daughter, and dreams of grandeur. There was a certain cruel mystique to it all, Alf had to admit. Being in a new place with no lasting ties, but being forced to remember what once had been. If Alf was a bit younger, a bit weaker, and hadn't had the weight of the world on her shoulders.. Well, maybe it would crush her formerly fragile heart.
Her old life felt like it had occurred a lifetime ago. It had certainly been a journey. A saga. Perhaps this would be the moment she wistfully stared at the leaves high above her head and mused on how apt her chosen surname was.
Instead Alf just snorted at being such a huge dork. How anyone had put up with her, she didn't know. The female was kind of a gigantic ninny, all things considered. Made her good with kids, though. Had made her good with her Bird.
Fuck, Bird.
Alf kicked at the leaves underfoot. There was always that stabbing sensation in her gut when she thought of her daughter. Her ex-mates? They didn't matter. But.. Blackbird was her daughter, though not by blood or mateship. The daughter whom Alfhildr had found strength and hope in for so long; it was hard not to think of the kid every now and again.
Groaning internally, Alfhildr plopped down on the detritus littering the forest floor. She would park her fuzzy ass in the dirt until something of interest occurred. It had been known to work before, on occasion. Maybe the female was just exceptionally lucky.
Age was but a number, but turning five was still a bit of a shock to Alf. There was a certain point where the tawny wolfess figured she'd stop having birthdays; whether this was do to an untimely demise or a taste of immortality, the female wasn't sure.
She'd had mates, a daughter, and dreams of grandeur. There was a certain cruel mystique to it all, Alf had to admit. Being in a new place with no lasting ties, but being forced to remember what once had been. If Alf was a bit younger, a bit weaker, and hadn't had the weight of the world on her shoulders.. Well, maybe it would crush her formerly fragile heart.
Her old life felt like it had occurred a lifetime ago. It had certainly been a journey. A saga. Perhaps this would be the moment she wistfully stared at the leaves high above her head and mused on how apt her chosen surname was.
Instead Alf just snorted at being such a huge dork. How anyone had put up with her, she didn't know. The female was kind of a gigantic ninny, all things considered. Made her good with kids, though. Had made her good with her Bird.
Fuck, Bird.
Alf kicked at the leaves underfoot. There was always that stabbing sensation in her gut when she thought of her daughter. Her ex-mates? They didn't matter. But.. Blackbird was her daughter, though not by blood or mateship. The daughter whom Alfhildr had found strength and hope in for so long; it was hard not to think of the kid every now and again.
Groaning internally, Alfhildr plopped down on the detritus littering the forest floor. She would park her fuzzy ass in the dirt until something of interest occurred. It had been known to work before, on occasion. Maybe the female was just exceptionally lucky.
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Fifteen there's still time for you - by Alfhildr - August 13, 2014, 11:40 AM
RE: Fifteen there's still time for you - by Solveig Sterkr - August 27, 2014, 06:29 PM
RE: Fifteen there's still time for you - by Alfhildr - August 28, 2014, 01:57 PM
RE: Fifteen there's still time for you - by Solveig Sterkr - September 04, 2014, 09:19 PM