Post by briya on Feb 1, 2008 17:57:23 GMT -5
[ its a shame
things never work out
The red wolf's eyes focused on the shore as she painstakingly churned the water with her paws, thanking the lords she was a good swimmer. Well, figurtively of course, seeing as Isolde had no actual belief in gods of any sort whatsoever. She snorted at the idea as she hauled herself out of the water and onto the coast, falling into the wet sand with a sigh. Her happiness was threatening to bubble over. She would have ran down the beach, yowling enthusiastically had her muscles not been protesting the idea of movement so vigorously. Alright, so she was tired. But she was d**n proud too! She had made it- swam all the over from the main continent. A proud smirk played itself upon her maw as she managed to rise, blue orbs eagerly searching the land in front of her.
The first she thing she noticed was the volcano. It was magnificent. Her eyes widened in approval. It was amazing, beautiful. Fierce. Strong. She nodded. It represented a challenge to her. Live here. Survive. Do something with your life. All right, so she laughed a little at the last one. She began to approach it, picking her way up the rocky slopes of the beach, eyes never leaving her goal. When she reached the base she grinned and lay down, settling onto the warm rock. Where some might have been daunted or unnerved by being so close to what was once fatally dangerous, Isa only felt thrill. Adrenaline.
With a small smile still on her face, she allowed her eyes to flutter closed. With all the energy drained out from the long swim over she needed a rest. When she awoke, full of energy, she could hunt something down. Her eyes opened as she realized the land might belong to another pack and she wondered what they'd think of her presence here. She shrugged, refusing to let the idea bother her. Still, she arose and took a good sniff around, coming to the conclusion that it was unclaimed. Good enough. As she settled back down among the rock, an idea struck her. Why not claim it? Granted she wasn't sure she wanted to lead a pack or anything but why not make it own? Now there was an idea she could live with.
Rising to her feet once more, Isolde let out a howl, sure and strong. "I, Isolde, claim these lands for myself." Short and straight to the point. Now she didn't need to worry about packs or being unwanted or cast out. She smirked. Not that she'd ever had a problem with that. Nah. But these lands were hers. Belonging to no one but herself. And she could do as she pleased and let whoever she pleased on them. She smirked. Red wolves were known for being territorial and she obviously wasn't an exception. But now, finally, for some rest. She lay down again and let her eyes flutter closed. But, just in case, she kept one slightly open. You never know...
but ill keep looking
for them silver linings ]