Here Again?

[abyss]

The black, rejected femme trudged along the grasslands until she reached the Aughgar River. From here, she headed north, skirting around the edge of the lake and up to the forest. Things had changed since she'd last been here; the smell of a claim reeked heavily in the air. With a sigh, she scanned the landscape: most of the trees were still in ruins from that fires over a year ago. It seemed that many of them had never been able to recover. Through the light mist, she could make out the forms and scents of wolves not too far away.

So, a pack now lived on these lands. Abyss was not quite happy, yet not angered, either. These lands did not have the horrible memories that Kamari and Chamoru held. She could start over again here. Whether the pack would accept a malnourished, useless femme like herself was a mystery in its own. Only time would tell whether she would be of any use to this pack. Lifting her ebony crown, the femme cried a depressing song; one that told of trials, disappointments, and heartbreaks. It spoke of her life before, though not in enough detail to reveal her true heart and soul. It spoke of her longing to be accepted; something she refused to outright admit, though it was a subtle hint within her voice.

Maybe her cry to the wolves of this land would let them take pity on her. Abyss would use her past as, hopefully, a way to play her way into the pack. From there, she hoped that she would be accepted for who she was, not what she had been. Her life had always been a mess, and she was not exactly what others would consider the friendliest. Ah well. Their pain and misfortune is to my advantage, she thought with a snort, her eyes flashing red slightly as the vicious thought echoed through her mind.

[abyss]

A howl echoed back to the black-hearted femme, and she supressed a snarl from the howl's irritated tone. If this wolf is frustrated, why call me to him? she thought bitterly. Abby's life had been so rough that nothing seemed to have a bright side. Every was always against her; no one took the time to get to know her. How could she ever learn to love or live with others if she was never given a chance?

It was wolves that judged that truly ticked Abyss off. She was not fond of others to begin with, as every experience with other wolves had left a bitter taste in her mouth. No wolf had ever showed kindness to her, and she had reciprocated the feelings of hatred and distrust back on them. It was a continuous cycle; would it ever really end? "Might as well go," she muttered strangely under her voice. She was prepared to defend herself form whatever wolves may lie ahead on her path. She was more concerned for their safety in her presence than vice versa.

So, Abyss had finally broken down. She was prepared to take the next step in her life, to take on the challenge of pack life. Her sickly body did not give a good first impression; ribs protruded from her sides, skin hung limply from her belly, and patches of fur were thinning from lack of food. Hopefully, the alpha would look past these things and see her for what she honestly was; a wolf who just wanted a new life, to be accepted for once in her long, miserable life. With a bitter distrust in her mind once more, she trudged forward, each step bringing her closer to either heartbreaking rejection or silent joy.