Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2015 15:47:55 GMT -5
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose
There was a chill carried in the morning breeze. Nothing beyond Kairos felt familiar – it was growing colder with each passing autumn day, and soon, it would be winter. Already, Morrigan’s coat was showing signs of growing thicker in preparation for the season. The sun was still hanging low in the eastern sky. She had assured Nimue and the others that she would return before the sun reached its zenith. The sisters had made friends and allies along their journey, and Morrigan felt a growing sense of responsibility to ensure their well-being. This morning, she was scouting for packs in the desert, and for any signs of herds that may have passed through. The more their numbers grew, the greater the need for more prey, and the better chances of taking down something large. Hunting, like many things, was better in a group.
She was near the base of the huge volcano that was responsible for Anikira’s existence, tracing scents for any semblance of recent activity. She found instead a strange cave near the volcano – she knew wolves had once called the place home, but could not venture to guess how long the place had been abandoned.
Morrigan had the better sense to avoid obvious scent markers left by whichever anonymous alpha had claimed the lands, but thus far, she hadn’t found any trace of an established pack in the southern territories of Anikira. Morrigan had learned the name of some of the islands’ pack during the many hours she spent within the insufferable birthing den, the place she been secluded away for the first few months of life. Descai. She knew this pack because Goliath had taken some of their land, a place called Acerbus that Morrigan had never imagined she’d see. Ultoris. A pack, though barely, that lived beneath the hills. Somehow, Kairos had formed an alliance with Ultoris, Morrigan knew, because Wraith had been sent there as if she were living in exile from the uncaring mother and pack she had known before. Airila, far away and the oldest pack on Anikira, a peaceful gathering – something which Morrigan had struggled to grasp, given the war-like nature of her natal pack.
The packs had something that Morrigan did not – security, for safety was found in numbers, and a place to call their own. Ina’mos had never quite felt like home. She loved the freedom that her new life afforded, but there was something missing. As she walked the worn path alone, thoughts of the future ruminated within her skull. What comes next? Her gaze turned upward to look at the sky above, its azure hue a perfect match to her pale eyes.
Then, she knew she was no longer alone. It was the masculine scent, unknown but unmistakable, that stopped the she-wolf in her tracks. She did not cower in terror at the prospect of the stranger. So far, her experiences with outsiders had been positive. It was not difficult to find common ground with others who walked the same lonely path, after all. Her eyes scanned the area slowly for any sign of lupine life.
Words: 534
Tags: Veles
Notes: first meeting yay!
