Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2015 0:32:26 GMT -5
Dark mottled fur, uniquely her own, still dried upon her large frame. All her life, she had watched the dark waves, mysterious and terrifying and exciting all at once, slapping the shores of Ina’mos. She was always left to wonder… What could be out there? Who could be out there? Now, she would no longer have to question the unknown, for finally, Morrigan was there – wherever there was. The salty grit clung to her fur now, filling her senses, leaving the femme to wonder if she would be tasting the ocean’s salt for a week. She inhaled deeply, trying her best to suppress the uncertainty roiling inside of her like a sickness. Her startling white-ice eyes turned slowly, exploring the newfound land as the girl assessed her current predicament: She was far from home for the first time – or, rather, what had once been her home. It was unlikely she’d ever step paw upon the island shelter she had been raised upon. Without question, she was lost.
All the while, words repeated in her head, from the second they had drifted apart from each other in the sea. The ocean was more powerful than any wolf, and being away from her sister made her heart flutter: Find Nimue. Find Nimue.
Nothing else mattered until she was reunited with her sister. It was as if they were two parts of one whole, never one without the other. Morrigan had never left Ina’mos before that day, and what she knew of the world beyond was based on stories that her mother had told her restless pups, or the stories of conquering across the waters. As difficult as she knew the journey would be, despite weeks of practicing swimming near the falls, the swim had been astonishing, unforgiving, and cold. And now, in every direction she looked, the one wolf she wanted to see was missing. Two of the territories claimed by her father lined the bay, one directly to the east, and to other south from Ina’mos. These were the places Morrigan was determined to avoid. She had no desire to run into those who still belonged to her natal pack.
Vor’asa boasted numerous Kairos loyals, and the only indication Morrigan received that she hadn’t wandered into the sandy territory was the absence of scent markers. Instead, the smells of countless wolves filled her with renewed interest and vigor. There was no telling if someone else was close by, if they would be friendly or cruel. Was she afraid to die for what she believed?
Everything she did now, far from the shelter of Ina’mos, carried inherent risk. It was both overwhelming and terribly exciting.For the first time in her life, she was free, something that many of her former pack mates could not claim for themselves. She had walked away, abandoned comfort for adventure and liberty, but there were those who had no choice. Her heart felt heavy as she thought of her mother, the sadness in her eyes once she realized that two of her daughters would soon be gone.
As she began to pick her way along the sharp, rust-hued volcanic rock beneath her large paws, her mind began to stray, thinking of all those she had left behind. Would she ever see Fawn again, or Hyperion? Her thoughts wandered to the one wolf who had ever dared to speak in earnest about his disdain for the pack that had bred them both. He hadn’t protested loudly, but Erebos’ opinions about the pack were abundantly clear to someone like Morrigan, who understood intimately the feeling of oppression and deprivation. They shared blood, a father that had been largely absent from their young lives, but more importantly, they shared thoughts that until that day, Morrigan had kept carefully tucked away. She had never considered Erebos a brother until the first, and final time they had interacted. Erebos was leaving for the Agoge that day. The others had flung themselves face-first into the future predetermined for them, but Erebos would not follow so blindly.
As she thought of the male youths who had seized their destiny, wondered if they were close by, if anyone would even recognize her if they did. Shaking her head, she set her course for the east, and far off in the distance, she could barely make out the tip of the volcano her mother had talked about. But she had scarcely moved from the spot when the scent of another met her senses, and Morrigan stopped in her tracks, a paw still hanging in midair as she looked around again, eyes narrowing and heart thudding like a drum within her chest in anticipation of what was to come next.
All the while, words repeated in her head, from the second they had drifted apart from each other in the sea. The ocean was more powerful than any wolf, and being away from her sister made her heart flutter: Find Nimue. Find Nimue.
Nothing else mattered until she was reunited with her sister. It was as if they were two parts of one whole, never one without the other. Morrigan had never left Ina’mos before that day, and what she knew of the world beyond was based on stories that her mother had told her restless pups, or the stories of conquering across the waters. As difficult as she knew the journey would be, despite weeks of practicing swimming near the falls, the swim had been astonishing, unforgiving, and cold. And now, in every direction she looked, the one wolf she wanted to see was missing. Two of the territories claimed by her father lined the bay, one directly to the east, and to other south from Ina’mos. These were the places Morrigan was determined to avoid. She had no desire to run into those who still belonged to her natal pack.
Vor’asa boasted numerous Kairos loyals, and the only indication Morrigan received that she hadn’t wandered into the sandy territory was the absence of scent markers. Instead, the smells of countless wolves filled her with renewed interest and vigor. There was no telling if someone else was close by, if they would be friendly or cruel. Was she afraid to die for what she believed?
Everything she did now, far from the shelter of Ina’mos, carried inherent risk. It was both overwhelming and terribly exciting.For the first time in her life, she was free, something that many of her former pack mates could not claim for themselves. She had walked away, abandoned comfort for adventure and liberty, but there were those who had no choice. Her heart felt heavy as she thought of her mother, the sadness in her eyes once she realized that two of her daughters would soon be gone.
As she began to pick her way along the sharp, rust-hued volcanic rock beneath her large paws, her mind began to stray, thinking of all those she had left behind. Would she ever see Fawn again, or Hyperion? Her thoughts wandered to the one wolf who had ever dared to speak in earnest about his disdain for the pack that had bred them both. He hadn’t protested loudly, but Erebos’ opinions about the pack were abundantly clear to someone like Morrigan, who understood intimately the feeling of oppression and deprivation. They shared blood, a father that had been largely absent from their young lives, but more importantly, they shared thoughts that until that day, Morrigan had kept carefully tucked away. She had never considered Erebos a brother until the first, and final time they had interacted. Erebos was leaving for the Agoge that day. The others had flung themselves face-first into the future predetermined for them, but Erebos would not follow so blindly.
As she thought of the male youths who had seized their destiny, wondered if they were close by, if anyone would even recognize her if they did. Shaking her head, she set her course for the east, and far off in the distance, she could barely make out the tip of the volcano her mother had talked about. But she had scarcely moved from the spot when the scent of another met her senses, and Morrigan stopped in her tracks, a paw still hanging in midair as she looked around again, eyes narrowing and heart thudding like a drum within her chest in anticipation of what was to come next.
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