Post by almasa on Nov 18, 2010 17:15:13 GMT -5
Almasa let a soft sigh escape her lips as she slowly traveled along the steep slopes of the Kinath, her claws softly kneading the stone beneath her paws as small pebbles were pushed down the slopes at odd intervals by her claws hitting against them. Soon, winter would set its icy grip across the land, which would just make the mountain trails even harder to navigate then they already were. You had to have your wits about you in a place like this. One tiny little misstep, and it would be all over for you. Letting out a small growl, the Grey female cast her eyes up to the overcast sky, watching the small droplets of rain plummet to the ground, staining the stone of the mountain a deep black in color. Normally, Almasa would have sought shelter from the rain, but not today. Today was another day of pondering her life decisions. Today was a day of thinking, of self-reflection. Today, she traveled alone, with no one to accompany her but her own thoughts.
Sometimes I wonder if this was all just a huge mistake... the petite female thought to herself, shaking her head in silent disdain. So far, joining a pack was turning out to really not be all it was cracked up to be. There seemed to be a complete lack of useful things around here for her to do. Even though she was a warrior- a rank that came with a good deal of responsibility- the territory seemed almost disturbingly quiet. It seemed that whoever had killed the previous alpha had run to the four winds, leaving no threat to the pack. Aldgar was at peace, leaving Almasa with so little to protect and so fewer things to do. A howl rang out through the mist from the other side of the mountain, just begging to be answered, yet Almasa paid it no mind. If they were in that big of a hurry to get onto the territory, they could just wait for Meikou to answer them. Truth be told, she didn't even know if Meikou was still in charge or not. There had been several disputes lately about who would get the alpha position, and Almasa had been quietly observing the whole thing for quite awhile. Quite frankly, however, Almasa really didn't think that Meikou was cut out for being an alpha- she seemed too scatter-brained to correctly run a pack. If the female was smart, she'd hand Aldgar over.
Snarling loudly as a droplet of water hit her between the shoulders, Almasa tensed her muscles, finally deciding that she had better take shelter from the rain shower before she got completely soaked down to the skin. Spotting a low crevice in the rocks, she went straight for it, huddling down into it as best as she could. Okay, granted, it wasn't the most comfortable of shelters- or the biggest- but it would have to do for the time-being. Almasa just hoped that no one would have the nerve to follow her up the mountain and ask her what was wrong or to come to a pack event, because she was in no mood to be cooperative. Those bastards didn't even care about her anyway. She could be sitting up here catching hypothermia and no one would even know. Almasa was a damsel in distress, yet no one would come to her rescue. No one would save her from her own self-misery.
That was when the tears started. Gazing out at the mist-ridden mountains, the saltly substances clouded her vision, and she let a small, mournful howl escape her lips, carrying down the side of the mountain and into the valley beyond, telling a story of self-loathing and grief. "Oh, who I am kidding? Everything's a mess..." she sobbed, staring blankly at the stone walls as her cracked, misused voice escaped her lyrics, being no louder than a harsh whisper after not having the oppurtunity to use it. As the tears continued to fall down her cheeks, Almasa couldn't help but wonder to herself out loud.
"Has everyone forgotten about me?"