Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2016 12:23:24 GMT -5
It seemed that Tempest had searched in all of the loner lands, every tiny nook and meager crevice, dangerously peering over pack borders if only to sense something of her long-gone family that had left her—or she had left them, in the case of Tempest and Athena. But... But the real Athena was gone, absent and replaced by this crazed maniac. Could Tempest ever get her mother back, her real mother?
The absence of her family felt almost suffocating to the petite, silver fae, her usually confident, carefreely prancing legs trembling slightly with the weight of such a burden. Although she was bubbly and happy most of the time, there was an underlying melancholy to her frisky façade. It was not constantly troubling, endlessly taxing, but it did hurt to think about. She hated not knowing, being unaware as to where those closest to her were—being unsure as to whether or not they were even alive.
Despite her yearning to search more, to roam her homelands, she wanted more. There was a life beyond Anikira—Erastor and Ciar had taught the Tundra dominant that, of a land full of dangerous humans, bizarre derivatives of wolves serving to human masters, a life of adventure, risk, and most of all, plenty to learn. Something told Tempest that pursuing her family was not the most fruitful of efforts, that her search would be in vain and futile if she kept at it... So why not seek more, go beyond the already explored island of Anikira?
It pained her heart, such a decision, because doing so was condemning herself to a life as a famililess life, a loner in every sense of the word. She would never see her beloved family ever again, never one of her friends from here... Not Octavia, not Jaienyx, not Amaya, Skye, Erastor, Ciar... As much as she disliked them, it was a shame to never hear of Kairos again, to hear if they had succeeded or failed in their attempt to dominate everything, never of Valyn or Airila or Ultoris, never to discover Anikira's deepest hidden secrets...
Unlike some wolves, Tempest was unafraid to show emotion. She choked out a shuddering sob, thinking about how she had betrayed everyone and everything who she thought that she stood for. She was leaving them, leaving them all; neither she nor her loved ones would ever hear of each other again, apart from perhaps a mention of a silvery she-wolf by foreigners who had washed up upon the island's shores just as Erastor and Ciar had done themselves.
There were no words to be spoken by the usually lively adolescent as she walked over to where frosty ground met unusually tranquil waters, the icy snow being lapped up meekly as if a gentle mother was soothing her shaken pup. Mother... No, this was not the time to think about that.
With one last longing, divided glance at the island that she had called home for her entire life, Tempest dipped a paw in, then another paw, then an entire leg, then two legs, and it was not long before her entire body apart from a bobbing silver head that was showing above the water's surface, growing further and further away from the unique African island known as Anikira. Although this was not goodbye, it felt as such and more to the only year-old wolfess, and it might as well have been for the length of time that she was to be gone from her homelands. For neither the first nor the last time in her life, Tempest was almost completely submerged in icy waters, swimming away from an isolated island.
Words: 624
Muse: Great
Notes: I nearly cried whilst writing this </3 I'm going to love Tempest so much when I bring her back, though. Unrped character development ftw!
The absence of her family felt almost suffocating to the petite, silver fae, her usually confident, carefreely prancing legs trembling slightly with the weight of such a burden. Although she was bubbly and happy most of the time, there was an underlying melancholy to her frisky façade. It was not constantly troubling, endlessly taxing, but it did hurt to think about. She hated not knowing, being unaware as to where those closest to her were—being unsure as to whether or not they were even alive.
Despite her yearning to search more, to roam her homelands, she wanted more. There was a life beyond Anikira—Erastor and Ciar had taught the Tundra dominant that, of a land full of dangerous humans, bizarre derivatives of wolves serving to human masters, a life of adventure, risk, and most of all, plenty to learn. Something told Tempest that pursuing her family was not the most fruitful of efforts, that her search would be in vain and futile if she kept at it... So why not seek more, go beyond the already explored island of Anikira?
It pained her heart, such a decision, because doing so was condemning herself to a life as a famililess life, a loner in every sense of the word. She would never see her beloved family ever again, never one of her friends from here... Not Octavia, not Jaienyx, not Amaya, Skye, Erastor, Ciar... As much as she disliked them, it was a shame to never hear of Kairos again, to hear if they had succeeded or failed in their attempt to dominate everything, never of Valyn or Airila or Ultoris, never to discover Anikira's deepest hidden secrets...
Unlike some wolves, Tempest was unafraid to show emotion. She choked out a shuddering sob, thinking about how she had betrayed everyone and everything who she thought that she stood for. She was leaving them, leaving them all; neither she nor her loved ones would ever hear of each other again, apart from perhaps a mention of a silvery she-wolf by foreigners who had washed up upon the island's shores just as Erastor and Ciar had done themselves.
There were no words to be spoken by the usually lively adolescent as she walked over to where frosty ground met unusually tranquil waters, the icy snow being lapped up meekly as if a gentle mother was soothing her shaken pup. Mother... No, this was not the time to think about that.
With one last longing, divided glance at the island that she had called home for her entire life, Tempest dipped a paw in, then another paw, then an entire leg, then two legs, and it was not long before her entire body apart from a bobbing silver head that was showing above the water's surface, growing further and further away from the unique African island known as Anikira. Although this was not goodbye, it felt as such and more to the only year-old wolfess, and it might as well have been for the length of time that she was to be gone from her homelands. For neither the first nor the last time in her life, Tempest was almost completely submerged in icy waters, swimming away from an isolated island.
Words: 624
Muse: Great
Notes: I nearly cried whilst writing this </3 I'm going to love Tempest so much when I bring her back, though. Unrped character development ftw!