Post by aries on Sept 27, 2012 15:28:33 GMT -5
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A Mexican fae was resting on a large, flattish boulder, just outside of Isdyn’s Deep. It had been three days – technically, so to speak, for the wolves of the Occasus, as they ran on a nocturnal schedule – since Aries had met Scout and Rasalas. She’d seen Rasalas just the other night, as she had told the brute to meet back in Isdyn’s Deep, and on this night, the blind femme was alone. Aries had sprained or twisted her ankle last night – she didn’t really know which – and the red brute had left to find her some ferns. The femme grunted to herself, imagining the taste. Probably like grass. And dirt. ”Ugh…” Aries muttered, not looking forward to eating them, or so that was what she assumed she would have to do, the young femme had little knowledge of plants.
Rasalas had told her that he would be back tonight, but the moon was high in the sky, it was nearing midnight, and he still wasn’t there. She took a deep breath, telling herself to relax, that he would be there. Her heart panged with sorrow – the poor brute hadn’t slept because of her, nor ate. Come to think of it, she was pretty hungry herself – all she’d had was a few rabbits, and that was three nights ago. Her stomach rumbled in agreement. Aries let out a soft whimper and licked at her ankle; it had swollen during the time Rasalas had been gone, and it was cramped and quite painful. Aries wasn’t a Shaman, but she thought that she had an infection. Her other wounds had healed nicely, although one of her left shoulder was quite itchy. It irritated the blind wolf.
Aries raised her maw to the heavens as a song rose in her throat. She called for Rasalas, or for Scout – wait, Scout! Her call was cut off short as she realized: Scout was a Shaman! He and Rasalas had been discussing herbs before Aries had left them! Clearing her throat, Aries song quivered on the air once more. She called out to both Scout and Rasalas, and anyone else who happened to be listening. Aries had decided, thanks to Rasalas’ kind words, that she would form a pack here, or try at the very least. ’As soon as Rasalas comes back and my blasted ankle is healed…I can do it.’ Aries thought silently, closing her eyes. It would be hard, to be an Alpha, especially since the femme was blind. But then again, she probably had the most knowledge of the Occasus – she’d lived there her whole life. Part of her felt that maybe she could do it, with help at least, and it could turn out all right…
”Scout was kind to me, Rasalas, too.” she mumbled aloud, resting her head on her good paw. There had to be other kind wolves…right? Not everyone was bad, just those she had met in her youth…but they were gone. Right? Aries wanted to believe that there were kinder, gentler wolves in the world. Hopefully she would find some who would want to join her.
Words;; 517
Muse;; Fair.
Mood;; Slightly sad and worried, but then hopeful.
Notes;; Snuff, you don't have to post right away - it would take Ras a while to carry a piece of deer and herbs. Scout and Gem, post whenever~ Anyone else is welcome, too.
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