Post by salta on Dec 22, 2011 1:38:19 GMT -5
Wintry morning sunlight spilled onto the plains, turning the ground a rosy shade of gold where it was not darkened by shadows. The dawning sun ascended into the cloudless sky, and with it came a change in temperature for the warmer.
Though she was lost deep in her mind, full of thoughts and conflicts in feeling, the beauty of the new morning was not lost on Salta. The shadowy-gray she-wolf's dark amber eyes roved the territory surrounding her ceaselessly. For all of her heavy thoughts and musings, she was keeping her wits about her.
For one, she was travelling on the edge of a knife-- figuratively.
She was right on the borders of two pack territories, practically between their scent markings. On one side of her lay the open plainland, and before her the sun crept out of the eastern sea, which was too far for even her sharp orbs to sight. Here, sandwiched between two packlands, she needed to be on the lookout for members of both, who might come forth and challenge her right to be so close. Who knew what mood they would be in, and what kind of encounter it would turn into if she were discovered... At this point, Salta wasn't sure if she would welcome the intrusion or not. Company, or no? Which she would prefer at the moment was a mystery, even to herself.
Salta glanced behind at the snow-capped mountains she had left. They still called out to her, and she yearned to go back to them almost as strongly as she had needed to get away from them. The scent of pine needles and sap still clung to her winter coat, tantalizing and bringing her memories closer to mind. Her heart cried out for the place that was so like her home, and her paws ached to carry her back, and feel the cool tingle of fresh snow beneath them once more... but the other half of her heart turned away in frosty silence, commanding her to put distance between her and a place so eerily familiar.
For she could not sleep well in those mountain pine forests. It brought back her dreams, and her dreams brought back these conflicting painful emotions that she hated. Salta hated that she couldn't sort them out and make a plan, decide what to do with her life, how to continue on-- she hated it that she possessed so little control of her mind and heart as to have these feelings scattered around like pieces of an elk carcass after a pack has been at it for a day or two. They were untidy, and they went against one another in a way that was almost too random to exist in the body of a single creature.
The she-wolf gritted her teeth and trotted on.
She'd been travelling away from the pines and snow all night, and there was a sort of peace in the endless jogging. The femme could almost forget that she had no purpose, and meander along with the scent markings between the territories forever... almost.
Salta licked her lips. She was feeling a little thirsty, not to mention hungry. She slowed to a walk and took in her surroundings carefully. It had been two days since she had eaten-- and all she had consumed was a squirrel and some mice. It wasn't right to hunt on another's land, she knew. But she wondered how long she was willing to go without food. She needed to stay strong, able to protect herself. It was only a matter of time until she would have to break the law of the wolves to satisfy the law of survival.
The darkly-pelted femme wondered for the umpteenth time wether she should consider joining a pack.
She scowled.
She couldn't even understand her own heart. Or mind. How could she understand and cooperate with others if she couldn't do as much with herself?
words;; 669. Not as many as I wanted, but...
muse;; sleepy and going to bed. Will be better tomorrow!
mood;; Emotionally fatigued and irritated with herself.
tagged;; Sea's Echo
notes;; Uru, Ahkira is welcome to show up.
If you feel like it. Any one else is free to join in, too.
Though she was lost deep in her mind, full of thoughts and conflicts in feeling, the beauty of the new morning was not lost on Salta. The shadowy-gray she-wolf's dark amber eyes roved the territory surrounding her ceaselessly. For all of her heavy thoughts and musings, she was keeping her wits about her.
For one, she was travelling on the edge of a knife-- figuratively.
She was right on the borders of two pack territories, practically between their scent markings. On one side of her lay the open plainland, and before her the sun crept out of the eastern sea, which was too far for even her sharp orbs to sight. Here, sandwiched between two packlands, she needed to be on the lookout for members of both, who might come forth and challenge her right to be so close. Who knew what mood they would be in, and what kind of encounter it would turn into if she were discovered... At this point, Salta wasn't sure if she would welcome the intrusion or not. Company, or no? Which she would prefer at the moment was a mystery, even to herself.
Salta glanced behind at the snow-capped mountains she had left. They still called out to her, and she yearned to go back to them almost as strongly as she had needed to get away from them. The scent of pine needles and sap still clung to her winter coat, tantalizing and bringing her memories closer to mind. Her heart cried out for the place that was so like her home, and her paws ached to carry her back, and feel the cool tingle of fresh snow beneath them once more... but the other half of her heart turned away in frosty silence, commanding her to put distance between her and a place so eerily familiar.
For she could not sleep well in those mountain pine forests. It brought back her dreams, and her dreams brought back these conflicting painful emotions that she hated. Salta hated that she couldn't sort them out and make a plan, decide what to do with her life, how to continue on-- she hated it that she possessed so little control of her mind and heart as to have these feelings scattered around like pieces of an elk carcass after a pack has been at it for a day or two. They were untidy, and they went against one another in a way that was almost too random to exist in the body of a single creature.
The she-wolf gritted her teeth and trotted on.
She'd been travelling away from the pines and snow all night, and there was a sort of peace in the endless jogging. The femme could almost forget that she had no purpose, and meander along with the scent markings between the territories forever... almost.
Salta licked her lips. She was feeling a little thirsty, not to mention hungry. She slowed to a walk and took in her surroundings carefully. It had been two days since she had eaten-- and all she had consumed was a squirrel and some mice. It wasn't right to hunt on another's land, she knew. But she wondered how long she was willing to go without food. She needed to stay strong, able to protect herself. It was only a matter of time until she would have to break the law of the wolves to satisfy the law of survival.
The darkly-pelted femme wondered for the umpteenth time wether she should consider joining a pack.
She scowled.
She couldn't even understand her own heart. Or mind. How could she understand and cooperate with others if she couldn't do as much with herself?
words;; 669. Not as many as I wanted, but...
muse;; sleepy and going to bed. Will be better tomorrow!
mood;; Emotionally fatigued and irritated with herself.
tagged;; Sea's Echo
notes;; Uru, Ahkira is welcome to show up.
If you feel like it. Any one else is free to join in, too.