Dawn of a New Era [Founding of Ananke]
Oct 18, 2015 21:57:27 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2015 21:57:27 GMT -5
She had watched as the blackness of night faded to gray, each glittering star beginning to vanish at the hint of impending daylight. The sky was cloudless, and though the night had been peaceful, Morrigan had not slept. The sun was still rising when the she-wolf was back on her paws to survey the free lands. They had come a long way to find it. Heart thudding wildly within her ribcage and emotions raw, the dark she-wolf stood atop the hill, pale eyes wide with wonder. Vivid colors of golden and scarlet painted the eastern skies, where in the far distance, the outline of hovering mountains traced the sky. In the south, a massive sinkhole devoured the earth. The breath caught in her lungs – a seemingly endless field of dried grass, saffron-hued as autumn claimed the final remnants of summer. The grass was easily taller than many wolves, though not as tall as Morrigan, who, despite being close to her first birthday, still seemed to be growing. She had always looked and behaved as someone much older.
The creeping sun carried the promise of what was to come – a new pack, and a new, grander life for the wolves she had met since her departure from her natal pack: The revolutionaries. The renegades. Together, and onward to the future prescribed by no one, the liberty of choice and the protection of camaraderie. They sought something bigger than themselves, bigger than their individual pasts. It was something that could not be tamed. Stretching out before Morrigan, miles unclaimed and countless others just like them. The wolves that surrounded her were a collection of types and personalities, vastly different but each with his or her own inherent worth. She didn’t expect them to populate the grasslands, to fill the entire territory with more pups than one could count. Her new packmates were more than vessels for the next generation.
The scene unfolding before her inspired inexpressible joy, and for a lingering minute, she paised to soak it all in, committing every detail to memory so that she would carry this moment with her until her dying day. The stories of Aveline were true – even by morning’s scant light, it was beautiful in a way Morrigan had not anticipated. Happiness had not been fostered in her youth – rare glimpses in moments spent alone with her mother, or with her sisters, far from the chaos of the den and the countless siblings she had left behind. She didn’t think about them as much now. Gone were the questions of uncertainty. She stood with confidence, head carried high, with her newfound friends and allies. Now she understood that her life had renewed purpose. This was her life – the wanderers and the hopeless, the wide expanses unclaimed by tyrants. Winter would come soon, but she had no fear.
”This is it. This is our home.” She turned to look back at the faces of those who had gathered to meet her there, the wolves who had followed her and Nimue – some little more than strangers so far, but bound together. ”We claim these lands in the name of Ananke. For all of us.” She placed emphasis on the first word she uttered. Finally, her focus fell upon her sister, nodding in unspoken agreement as she stepped closer to stand beside Nimue.
Her muzzle tipped back, eyelids fluttering shut as she called out the ancient song of the wolves who had come before, howl resonating in the silent morning. She knew the voices of her newfound kin would soon join in the chorus, for Morrigan did not stand alone. She didn’t want to do this without them, and howling together would be their first act of unity, a sign to the world. They were Ananke, and Aveline was for those Morrigan had encountered along the way that stood beside her now, and for those yet to be found. Undoubtedly, there were more like them out there, searching for a pack that would not diminish them for their size or sex. Ananke would be waiting for them, a haven for those seeking more.
Morrigan believed in them, and now, she believed in herself - She was much more than just a female. She was born for this.
The creeping sun carried the promise of what was to come – a new pack, and a new, grander life for the wolves she had met since her departure from her natal pack: The revolutionaries. The renegades. Together, and onward to the future prescribed by no one, the liberty of choice and the protection of camaraderie. They sought something bigger than themselves, bigger than their individual pasts. It was something that could not be tamed. Stretching out before Morrigan, miles unclaimed and countless others just like them. The wolves that surrounded her were a collection of types and personalities, vastly different but each with his or her own inherent worth. She didn’t expect them to populate the grasslands, to fill the entire territory with more pups than one could count. Her new packmates were more than vessels for the next generation.
The scene unfolding before her inspired inexpressible joy, and for a lingering minute, she paised to soak it all in, committing every detail to memory so that she would carry this moment with her until her dying day. The stories of Aveline were true – even by morning’s scant light, it was beautiful in a way Morrigan had not anticipated. Happiness had not been fostered in her youth – rare glimpses in moments spent alone with her mother, or with her sisters, far from the chaos of the den and the countless siblings she had left behind. She didn’t think about them as much now. Gone were the questions of uncertainty. She stood with confidence, head carried high, with her newfound friends and allies. Now she understood that her life had renewed purpose. This was her life – the wanderers and the hopeless, the wide expanses unclaimed by tyrants. Winter would come soon, but she had no fear.
”This is it. This is our home.” She turned to look back at the faces of those who had gathered to meet her there, the wolves who had followed her and Nimue – some little more than strangers so far, but bound together. ”We claim these lands in the name of Ananke. For all of us.” She placed emphasis on the first word she uttered. Finally, her focus fell upon her sister, nodding in unspoken agreement as she stepped closer to stand beside Nimue.
Her muzzle tipped back, eyelids fluttering shut as she called out the ancient song of the wolves who had come before, howl resonating in the silent morning. She knew the voices of her newfound kin would soon join in the chorus, for Morrigan did not stand alone. She didn’t want to do this without them, and howling together would be their first act of unity, a sign to the world. They were Ananke, and Aveline was for those Morrigan had encountered along the way that stood beside her now, and for those yet to be found. Undoubtedly, there were more like them out there, searching for a pack that would not diminish them for their size or sex. Ananke would be waiting for them, a haven for those seeking more.
Morrigan believed in them, and now, she believed in herself - She was much more than just a female. She was born for this.
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ooc: I’ve included all the planned founding members, even if meeting threads are still in progress. Everyone can join in for a big happy group howl. Thanks to everyone for taking part in Ananke, go team!
