October 12, 2013, 10:09 PM
Late afternoon/early evening. Clear, cool weather.
Open to any leader or pack member of Bon Dye.
In this thread, I hope to gain IC acceptance into the pack. :)
Open to any leader or pack member of Bon Dye.
In this thread, I hope to gain IC acceptance into the pack. :)
She returned to the valley a changed wolf.
Much had happened during her time away from the lands that had elicited this change in the white she-wolf. A cold, starry night atop the jagged spires of the mountains that touched the clouds...a dream, a vision she could not explain, that touched her at the most basic, central core of who and what she was...an awakening, an opening of eyes, of senses...a changing of identities...a finding of purpose and meaning in life. Much had happened indeed, and now it was up to her to find others who could help her understand. Her dream had been nebulous and unclear, but the meaning of the spirit-thing that had come to her was not: there were others in the lands who could help her, could teach her, and she was to seek them out. She did not know exactly who it was she sought; she just knew that she would know it when she found them. All others, she figured, would presume her crazy and chase her off.
She had heard a number of mutterings about the strange new pack that had recently established itself in the rolling flatlands cradled amidst the peaks and forests. The pack called itself Bon Dye, and though she knew little about it, she knew that they worshiped a strange pantheon and there were rumors of bear gods. It was worth a try. She skulked about the outskirts of their boundaries, careful to remain safely beyond the reaches of their borders, where scent markings were sparse and scattered. When she was ready, she turned her nose up to the clear, crisp azure sky and poured a soft summoning howl into the autumn air. With any luck, she hoped, one of the locals would be willing to hear her out and offer her some guidance.
Much had happened during her time away from the lands that had elicited this change in the white she-wolf. A cold, starry night atop the jagged spires of the mountains that touched the clouds...a dream, a vision she could not explain, that touched her at the most basic, central core of who and what she was...an awakening, an opening of eyes, of senses...a changing of identities...a finding of purpose and meaning in life. Much had happened indeed, and now it was up to her to find others who could help her understand. Her dream had been nebulous and unclear, but the meaning of the spirit-thing that had come to her was not: there were others in the lands who could help her, could teach her, and she was to seek them out. She did not know exactly who it was she sought; she just knew that she would know it when she found them. All others, she figured, would presume her crazy and chase her off.
She had heard a number of mutterings about the strange new pack that had recently established itself in the rolling flatlands cradled amidst the peaks and forests. The pack called itself Bon Dye, and though she knew little about it, she knew that they worshiped a strange pantheon and there were rumors of bear gods. It was worth a try. She skulked about the outskirts of their boundaries, careful to remain safely beyond the reaches of their borders, where scent markings were sparse and scattered. When she was ready, she turned her nose up to the clear, crisp azure sky and poured a soft summoning howl into the autumn air. With any luck, she hoped, one of the locals would be willing to hear her out and offer her some guidance.
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turning seasons within (joining) - by Chakra - October 12, 2013, 10:09 PM
RE: turning seasons within (joining) - by Kerberos - October 13, 2013, 05:31 AM
RE: turning seasons within (joining) - by Chakra - October 13, 2013, 05:54 PM