Post by Raksha on Jan 4, 2016 11:43:45 GMT -5
WARNING: This thread contains forced breeding!
She was running. Running from danger. There was an inexplicable urgency in her rushed gait, midnight paws galloping at lightning speed. The strangely marked fae needed to get away from home, away from danger, away from the source of her terrible pain. She would no longer have to face her litter's traitorous murderer, to see the haunting eyes of the dead. It was gone now, in the past, somewhere else. No longer would she have to suffer so greatly. This was a new beginning.
Various haphazard scents rushed into Raksha's nose, some faint, and a new, stronger scent, something that reeked of power. These lands were obviously inhabited. Hopefully, the wolves would be friendly. And if they were not? Well, what was she to do?
Although there was nothing pursuing the yellow-eyed femme, she still rapidly pranced forwards, dainty, ebony paws becoming battered and more brutish as small leaks of blood seeped from cuts, dirt and grime wedged between her claws. What she was running to she knew not, but she knew what she was running from. There was no more reason to stay; everyone who she loved was dead, and she had to face the murderer of her beloved every day if she stayed. Why stay then? There was no reason. She had to distance herself as much as possible.
Finally, Raksha's surroundings slowed to a halt, and the she-wolf found her legs doing so too. There were wolf scents trapping her inside; if she tried to leave now then whoever lived here would put up too much of a threat to just ignore, so she ventured further into the strangely smooth tunnel.
Now that she was safe, the now-loner decided that she should relax and clean her wounds. Trembling slightly, a rough pink tongue began to run over and between her bloody toes, coaxing the grit out of them. It moved up her slightly muddied leg until her tongue was stroking her flank, smoothing down ruffled fur. If she remained inconspicuous, Raksha might get away with living here. It was sheltered, and food could be found outside, surely? If others could live here then Raksha could too. Here was her new start that she had been looking for.
Various haphazard scents rushed into Raksha's nose, some faint, and a new, stronger scent, something that reeked of power. These lands were obviously inhabited. Hopefully, the wolves would be friendly. And if they were not? Well, what was she to do?
Although there was nothing pursuing the yellow-eyed femme, she still rapidly pranced forwards, dainty, ebony paws becoming battered and more brutish as small leaks of blood seeped from cuts, dirt and grime wedged between her claws. What she was running to she knew not, but she knew what she was running from. There was no more reason to stay; everyone who she loved was dead, and she had to face the murderer of her beloved every day if she stayed. Why stay then? There was no reason. She had to distance herself as much as possible.
Finally, Raksha's surroundings slowed to a halt, and the she-wolf found her legs doing so too. There were wolf scents trapping her inside; if she tried to leave now then whoever lived here would put up too much of a threat to just ignore, so she ventured further into the strangely smooth tunnel.
Now that she was safe, the now-loner decided that she should relax and clean her wounds. Trembling slightly, a rough pink tongue began to run over and between her bloody toes, coaxing the grit out of them. It moved up her slightly muddied leg until her tongue was stroking her flank, smoothing down ruffled fur. If she remained inconspicuous, Raksha might get away with living here. It was sheltered, and food could be found outside, surely? If others could live here then Raksha could too. Here was her new start that she had been looking for.