tagging @Charon and @Amekaze for reference. i loved being a part of ms <3 such a great pack and wolves, i'll be back one day ;)
once, a long while back, aria walked with her crown tipped ever so slightly and her pearly white chest puffed. she was regal and sparkling, and she made sure everyone regarded her as such. it had been a while since she'd felt that way, and she'd almost forgotten it completely. but today, and maybe today only, the pale sylph stood before the border-- so clearly marked-- with her shoulders proudly squared and her tail arched. she again looked regal, her clean white coat ruffling along with the gentle breeze that blew by.
but it was not to be.
she let out a breath, one so long it was possible she'd forgotten that she was holding it, and with it her posture fell. her shoulders hunched and her tail fell, her ears pressed back to skull. she was not meant to lead, and perhaps not made to follow. she did not know what she was made for, or if she would ever know. but she knew, right now, that she did not belong here. these wolves were too kind, too loyal, and she flitted to quickly from one thing to another and was too dangerously close to drowning in her own pool of sorrow. so, slowly, she stepped forward. and again, and again. soon, she'd be too far from the territory to turn back... and that was okay.
soon, her scent would be long forgotten in the territory. she was not sure if it would matter-- for she was hardly a part of the pack to begin with, and her scent adorned nothing but the outskirts anyway. but she pushed the thought aside and, instead, headed north with a blank mind and a blank stare.
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