Looking for the Boogieman [Open]

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Do not go gentle into that good night

For an island she had spotted in the ocean, this new land was proving somewhat of a disappointment. Where were the wild, fantastic beasts her childhood stories had promised? Of strange creatures spewing fire from their maws, of beasts taller than a sycamore tree, wider than the widest trunk of the oldest oak she had ever seen? Where were the flying beasts, glorious in their incandescence, magnificent and noble?

They were nowhere to be found - that was where. Avalon had battled her way across the tumultuous waters of the great ocean. The twin lands, parted by a monstrous creature of water, roaring in her ears, limbs pulling at her churning paws, pulling her down, down, down... But she had fought, fought and triumphed against the beast! She had staggered onto land, while the sky was still dark, and the world asleep. Only the mercurial gleam of moonlight painting a silver sheen upon her pelt, showed that the lonely moon was watching; even her stars had withdrawn, veiled by downy clouds which faded into the velvet night.

Avalon had awoken this morn, eager to claim her prize - only to realise, to her immense dissatisfaction, that it was nowhere to be found. Unwilling to accept the absence of her fantastical creatures, the young lady had restlessly paced around the northern-most side of the continent, nostrils flared, lobes quivering as she sought to familiarise herself with the lay of the land.

Winter was only just reluctantly relinquishing its hold to Mistress Spring. The ground was still relatively crisp under her paws, the winds carrying only a fraction of the biting chill they had once possessed. Avalon tipped her muzzle up, pale, glacial eyes closing reverently as she allowed the golden rays of the sun to warm herself. Her thick, fluffy pelt was a boon in the winter - but it was going to be a bitch in the sweltering heat of late spring and summer.

She huffed, shaking out the long hairs on her coat, cursing, once more, her diminutive size (which lent her such short legs). "If I get lost," she told herself idly. "I'm going to blame my height. I mean, it's a commonly known fact that short wolves have a bad sense of direction!" she expounded to the numerous flowers that littered the field she found herself in. A striking red, almost crimson in colour, they reminded the curious fae of a blanket of spilled blood.

Then, abruptly, a grin tore open her lips, showcasing an impressive set of sharp fangs. "Since it's here - no point in wasting it!" And she sprang forward like a pup on her first outing, her melancholic, stoic features already mere memories of a not-so-distant past. Her features were transformed, as she shimmied in the golden light, twisting and leaping every which way, sending flowers and petals scattering likes ashes upon the wind.


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Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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Winter was finally releasing its horrid grasp across the lands. Aaliyah had had her fair share of troubles over the past year and a half. Traveling the plains of Anikira as a loner proved to be difficult, and food had been scarce. She was a naturally petite femme, but her body was a bit on the thinner side regardless. Her subtle curves were becoming even more subtle, and she found that her stomach was always constantly growling. She knew that if she kept this up she would not last for very long. Sure her specific lifestyle had lasted her this long, but it was bound to end eventually. Aaliyah was by far not a stupid creature. It was in a wolf's instinct to be a part of a pack and that was what she truly wanted. She had done her own private investigating of the packs that littered Anikira. The first she had visited was one with very few members, which wasn't all that impressive. If she was going to find a home she wanted one with multiple wolves in it. Not just two or three. The second had consisted of mostly all females, which wasn't too horrid but Aaliyah enjoyed both genders. Males offered protection, and love. Aaliyah would never admit it to another but one day she dreamed of being loved and protected by a large brute. They would have plenty of children and they would be happy. But for now that was all just a distant dream. The third she had come across was a land filled with devilish creatures. They were gargantuan in size and had numerous wolves. She had done well to steer clear of their lands because a fight with one of their kind would surely be the end of her. Overall Aaliyah was not impressed. She yearned for a place that accepted others; a place that also wasn't gunhoe on violence. This seemed like a difficult thing to find nowadays and she began to wonder if the life of a nomad was what she was deemed to have. Perhaps she would always be just like her parents.

She scoffed. She wouldn't allow that to happen to her. Even now the words from her mother rang through her head. Never settle Aaliyah. Find your happiness. She shrugged her shoulders and rested her head on her paws, meanwhile her ice blue eyes watched the crimson flowers dance before her. She blended in quite well with the tall grass, her body completely masked by the foliage around her. She was a tiny thing so it was easy to get lost amongst the wildflowers, but she enjoyed it. It was a time of peace and relaxation. One did not often get those moments when you were alone for the entirety of your life. It was while she was attempting to rest that she heard a particularly strange noise. The flowers were rustling too much and soon there were even petals landing on her! What is that? She wondered to herself before slowly raising her head off of her paws. Aaliyah peeked above the flowers only to see another wolf! Her eyes widened and she quickly ducked her head back down below the flowers yet again. She was trapped. Did the stranger see her? She contemplated moving but wouldn't that give her location away? Instead she froze, her heart racing in her chest. She wasn't sure if the stranger had even seen her, but she had surely seen them. It had been so long since she had seen another and now she was trapped. Aaliyah was anything but a fighter and now here she was in a life or death situation! She still remained frozen, waiting for them to come upon her hiding place in the grass and flowers.

notes: hope its okay I joined in on this, I'm just getting used to her so sorry for the poor quality!
tagged: @avalon
muse: decent
word count: 797
status: complete.