Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2013 22:07:10 GMT -5
What am I doing here? Where am I? Thoughts swam through the she-wolf's mind. She didn't know of the wolves here--though she could smell them. Their scents lingered like a curse, it seemed to follow her. She had traveled through the lands of Aleru, a beautiful labyrinth of tunnels. Though something about this place drew her near, she couldn't exactly say what it was but it kept on drawing her further and further from lands she was rather familiar with.
She had no knowledge of this land, nor the wolves that resided her. Were they violent ruthless killers? Would the pack be a refuge? Was she walking into a trap? Could it be a dystopia disguised as a utopia? Alerie wondered. What ever it was, she would be able to handle it. "De?i vânturile îndemn bolovan nu se mi?c?." Her voice was soft and gentle. Her romanian words sailing the breeze.
Strange shapes towered over her. What were they? She sniffed the air, there was no traces of danger. Everything seemed to be still like she was stuck in a frozen universe disconnected from the world. The small wolf stopped briefly before directing herself towards one of the strange dark shapes. It smelt like dirt and other wolves. Nothing that gave away what it actually was.
Venturing in, she found herself in darkness. Small beams of light streaming in through cracks in the foundation. Was this built by the wolves here? Was it a fortress? The she-wolf was intrigued now, her imagination getting the best of her she embarked farther into the dark.
Soon she came across a piece of wall that had broken in. Leaping onto it, she laid there. Basking in the sun, enjoying the world that felt like time had stopped. Maybe she'd never have to leave this moment? Darkness wouldn't take her over.
word count: 312
Notes: meh... I fail at this role-playing stuff.
Tagged; Zirena
Translations:
De?i vânturile îndemn bolovan nu se mi?c?. -- Though the winds urge the boulder does not move.
She had no knowledge of this land, nor the wolves that resided her. Were they violent ruthless killers? Would the pack be a refuge? Was she walking into a trap? Could it be a dystopia disguised as a utopia? Alerie wondered. What ever it was, she would be able to handle it. "De?i vânturile îndemn bolovan nu se mi?c?." Her voice was soft and gentle. Her romanian words sailing the breeze.
Strange shapes towered over her. What were they? She sniffed the air, there was no traces of danger. Everything seemed to be still like she was stuck in a frozen universe disconnected from the world. The small wolf stopped briefly before directing herself towards one of the strange dark shapes. It smelt like dirt and other wolves. Nothing that gave away what it actually was.
Venturing in, she found herself in darkness. Small beams of light streaming in through cracks in the foundation. Was this built by the wolves here? Was it a fortress? The she-wolf was intrigued now, her imagination getting the best of her she embarked farther into the dark.
Soon she came across a piece of wall that had broken in. Leaping onto it, she laid there. Basking in the sun, enjoying the world that felt like time had stopped. Maybe she'd never have to leave this moment? Darkness wouldn't take her over.
word count: 312
Notes: meh... I fail at this role-playing stuff.
Tagged; Zirena
Translations:
De?i vânturile îndemn bolovan nu se mi?c?. -- Though the winds urge the boulder does not move.