Post by Freya on Nov 23, 2015 21:10:14 GMT -5
WORDS: 944 | TAG: KIVA | NOTES: first half of the post is a flash back so you know ♥
She had been shipwrecked and sputtering for air when she had first found out about her connection. Even then it had all seemed so surreal. Freya had thought for sure that she would have died, and even considered that she may have been having a "life flashing before her eyes" moment. The wolf had obviously been spiritual and was shrouded by light, but the warm that radiated from it's body in waves had been tangible. She found that she was speechless and it seemed to have worked in her favor because she had only but to listen. The spiritual being had spoken to her of trials to come in order to prove her worthiness, and to prove that she had the gift of divinity. IF she could show that she did in fact have the gift, she would be blessed. She woke up cold and hungry, but alive. Her legs felt like jello at first, but soon she was able to stand and slowly catch her bearings. A've seemed tae screw masell oan this yin.. She spoke in her thick Scottish accent, her eyesight still blurry and her steps sluggish as she moved forward. Even now she could clearly recall how that day had felt. The realization of leaving all that she knew about this world behind her to enter her true reality. Freya had never been in the wild, even though that was where she needed to be. It was true that the instincts took over, but she was still new to everything. It was by the luck of the gods that she had found her mate. At first they had just blundered across one another and although they were both wary at first they allowed each other to trust one another. She was the first wolf that Freya had come into contact with and she found that her heart soared with just one single glimpse from the vixen. Freya was new to the feelings but they felt right and she wanted nothing more then to make her happy and to protect her.
Things seemed to be too easy. They got into a steady routine with one another despite the fact that they were living on their own. She was taught how to hunt and in return she taught her mate how to heal and how to pray. They gelled perfectly with one another and were completely in sync. It was on a horrid fateful night that Freya thought all of what she had grown to love would be ripped from her. She had been clumsy, had not been paying as much attention as what she should have been. She was older then her mate and should have known better- but she didn't. They had just caught a small elk and she had gone off to search for some wood for a fire when suddenly she heard her mate's frantic cries. It was almost instantaneous. Freya had never run so fast in her life. A rouge male had wanted to take the kill and then had found more interest in her mate. Freya was having no parts of that. She did not for a second think of herself and instead thought only of her mate. She charged in guns blazing and clashed with the brute. Although she was able to drive him off she did not leave the battle unscathed. The left tip of her ear had been ripped clear off resulting in a gruesome injury. Although she was injured she was relieved that she had been able to protect her one true love, and in return she was rewarded by the gods.
She awoke with her eyes groggy, her head pounding with a raging headache. Her mate was nestled beside her which explained why she was so warm. Or perhaps she was warm because of her tattered ear. She lowered her head in-between her paws for a moment, trying to wait for the head rush to pass. It was while she was doing so that she first heard what sounded like a howl. Her good ear twitched atop her petite skull, meanwhile she still kept her head in-between her front paws. At first she thought she was imagining things, but then she heard it again. This time it was much louder and it was impossible to ignore. She lifted her head then despite the pain and nudged her mate with her nose. Tell me ye hear that. She spoke to her before rising into a sitting position. She lifted her muzzle to sniff the air around them and slowly she caught the scent of another female. She was coming their way and Freya instantly rose off of the ground. Stay 'ere. She spoke in low tones before heading in the direction of the scent. Her hackles were raised slightly merely out of defense, her steps slow due to the rising pain in her head. She hesitated for a moment before letting out a loud bark, alerting the stranger of her presence. She lifted her head as high as she could, her icy blue eyes glancing around her until finally landing on a snowy white female with a strange crescent marking on her face. Although this marking didn't seem so strange to Freya as she herself had black stripes on all four appendages. Hello thare stranger. She announced her presence if the female hadn't seen her already and then waited, being sure to stand her ground for the meantime.
And if you're still breathing
you're the lucky ones. cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
credit to nat of adoxography.
