Post by avonlea on Dec 9, 2011 15:45:34 GMT -5
This is a shot that the 50 pound she-wolf was going to have to take. The voice in her head was growing stronger and stronger, her anxieties were enough to make her consider suicide. She needed someone, anyone that would help her. Her white socks swiftly trotted along the ground. There was a scent of other wolves but, not a very strong one. She wondered how many others were actually here. Turn back, this is not the way to go. This is unsafe. The voice was whispering in her ear. It told her that joining a pack was bad, they would kill her but, she, after all these years has finally come to the conclusion that she needed help. It was not a want, it was not a simple whim, it was necessary. The voice was making bad decisions for her, it was leading her down the wrong path. She shook her head in an attempt to force the voice to quiet down. The red wolf contemplated what she would offer this alpha. She was not a medicine wolf, she was no where near big enough to be a lead hunter or any hunter by herself, she was crazier than she herself could even describe. She only hopped that the alpha would see some worth in her because, without it, she wouldn't know what to do. The red wolf began to feel dependent and full of pity for herself. She did not want to portray this to the alpha that would hopefully meet her. She did not want to beg this alpha for anything because, that is weakness and she has learned that weakness will get you killed. Some days, death doesn't sound to bad but, today she wanted to give a good shot at life.
Her senses were going wild. Her eyes darted everywhere, looking at every little thing that moved because, it might come out to eat her. Her voice spoke again. It will hurt you, that noise will hurt you. There is a predator in those bushes. It is hungry and wants you for lunch. This thought made her move faster. Those bushes and trees began to look more and more dangerous. Her ears were perked in alertness. She was not going to let her guard down, not even for a second.
After a few minutes, her anxiety cooled off a little bit and she found somewhere to howl. She threw back her head and let out a song for the alpha. She didn't particularly want an omega or a gatherer because those can't let you in. Only alphas can do that so, she wanted the alpha to come. The spring looked warm and inviting. It helped to calm her nerves in some odd way. It was beautiful. She let out a sigh and waited for the alpha to arrive. She spoke out loud to her voice and told it to be quiet during the meeting. She did not want to have to deal with listening to two wolves talking at the same time because it was confusing. Avonlea hoped that the alpha would not show up as she was seemingly talking to herself.
She laid back her ears, not in anger or aggression but, because she was a rather shy wolf and meeting others was not one of her favorite things to do.
Words:562
muse: not bad at all
notes: she suffers from a little schizophrenia and anxiety so most of her thoughts are not actually her own.