Post by Zohartze on Dec 2, 2014 4:02:01 GMT -5
The female had walked a few days, every pawstep another reminder of her intentions. She wasn’t second guessing herself, really—it was more that she wasn’t sure if her choice meant that her death was imminent. She’d spent her days almost exclusively in I’queyer, as it was common knowledge that it was a land of peace where no pack could take root. She wasn’t sure what changed inside her that made her decide to come out from her secluded life. Of course, she’d had interaction with some others, but for the most part, she greatly preferred just being a Watcher. Makes everything simpler, she said to herself curtly, the threat of an instinctive growl forming in the bottom of her throat. It occurred to her that she didn’t know from whom she was defending herself.
She had heard the rumors. Two enormous monsters now controlled pieces of the North. They wouldn’t stop there—the two had formed an alliance to start anew from the ashes of the old pack that had once been. She’d heard all the rumors. Listening to whispers was one of her favorite past times. The stocky female had a fascination with the larger ones. She wondered what they would look like without the fur, without the skin. She wanted to lick their raw muscles, feel the heat from their blood just under the skin. Would their bones be twice her size?
She shuddered. Not of fear, but of something else. She couldn’t put her paw on it.
She didn’t want to kill the magnificent creatures, not at all. Where others felt fear, she felt only the twisting knife of obsession. If she was honest with herself, she was going to see the beasts. Her interest was so powerful it was numbing. However, she was smart enough to know that there’s no way she could walk into the territory of a pack dedicated to conquest and not be killed without intentions of joining.
Who was she today, anyway?
Flashing through her head came images of all of those she had watched in her two years, and all the whispers of their words.
Respectful. Toiro, the grey that ran the cold northwest. All of the murmurs spoke highly of him. No, more than that, Zohartze thought to herself. Submissive. The white female that followed the Lesser Beast. Zo had never heard anyone speak his name loud enough for her to hear. She found it almost humorous, for she’d watched the male make others scream, and yet...
Zohartze waded through the shallow water, her strong paws scraping the floor of the basin. She felt tendons take load and then release it, focusing on them to expend as little energy as possible, though she wasn’t lacking in strength by any means. She might have been short, but the female was built like a tank, and could certainly haul like one. The resistance lessened the closer she got to dry land, and as she pushed herself onto the shore, she shook her thick coat, spraying water in all directions.
She’d never been across the water here, or anywhere else for that matter. Even the land bridge to Tas’lea felt unnatural to her. She supposed that she simply never felt the need to go much of anywhere, though she recognized that it was only a matter of time before she became interested in what existed beyond the shores of Anikira.
She had seen Ina’mos from afar, though. She trotted cautiously inland, catching the strong scent of territorial boundaries before slowing to cross into them. In front of her was a waterfall that some wolves might call gorgeous. Water crashed down in wave after wave, so close after one another that it blurred to one shape. The power of the falling water wasn’t high or particularly strong, but it made the island feel as though it were humming quietly, admiring its own beauty. The rushing liquid sparkled in the afternoon sunlight, and the clean, fresh water allowed the rock to show through at the bottom. The water whittled away at the earth like a delicate sculptor, moving only small grains at a time, but forming smooth pebbles and carving out the stone floor.
Zohartze saw a waterfall.
She wasn't aware of her own erosion.
As she reached a point when the scent became strongest, she stood her ground, and as she understood, it was custom to wait near to the border and howl to the hierarchy. In order to make her presence known, the female simply attempted to mimic what she had heard others do in the past—but when she opened her throat to howl, it simply erupted in coughing. She’d never howled before. Maybe when she was a pup in the caves, but certainly no one would have heard it, and that was, at minimum, a year and a half prior. Zo might have laughed, but instead, she cleared her throat and tried again with much better success. She kept it short—sweet simply wasn’t a concept she had in her behavioral vocabulary.
Zohartze wasn’t afraid in the least, but as she sat in waiting, the fearful sun silently crept into hiding behind the clouds.
She had heard the rumors. Two enormous monsters now controlled pieces of the North. They wouldn’t stop there—the two had formed an alliance to start anew from the ashes of the old pack that had once been. She’d heard all the rumors. Listening to whispers was one of her favorite past times. The stocky female had a fascination with the larger ones. She wondered what they would look like without the fur, without the skin. She wanted to lick their raw muscles, feel the heat from their blood just under the skin. Would their bones be twice her size?
She shuddered. Not of fear, but of something else. She couldn’t put her paw on it.
She didn’t want to kill the magnificent creatures, not at all. Where others felt fear, she felt only the twisting knife of obsession. If she was honest with herself, she was going to see the beasts. Her interest was so powerful it was numbing. However, she was smart enough to know that there’s no way she could walk into the territory of a pack dedicated to conquest and not be killed without intentions of joining.
Who was she today, anyway?
Flashing through her head came images of all of those she had watched in her two years, and all the whispers of their words.
Respectful. Toiro, the grey that ran the cold northwest. All of the murmurs spoke highly of him. No, more than that, Zohartze thought to herself. Submissive. The white female that followed the Lesser Beast. Zo had never heard anyone speak his name loud enough for her to hear. She found it almost humorous, for she’d watched the male make others scream, and yet...
Zohartze waded through the shallow water, her strong paws scraping the floor of the basin. She felt tendons take load and then release it, focusing on them to expend as little energy as possible, though she wasn’t lacking in strength by any means. She might have been short, but the female was built like a tank, and could certainly haul like one. The resistance lessened the closer she got to dry land, and as she pushed herself onto the shore, she shook her thick coat, spraying water in all directions.
She’d never been across the water here, or anywhere else for that matter. Even the land bridge to Tas’lea felt unnatural to her. She supposed that she simply never felt the need to go much of anywhere, though she recognized that it was only a matter of time before she became interested in what existed beyond the shores of Anikira.
She had seen Ina’mos from afar, though. She trotted cautiously inland, catching the strong scent of territorial boundaries before slowing to cross into them. In front of her was a waterfall that some wolves might call gorgeous. Water crashed down in wave after wave, so close after one another that it blurred to one shape. The power of the falling water wasn’t high or particularly strong, but it made the island feel as though it were humming quietly, admiring its own beauty. The rushing liquid sparkled in the afternoon sunlight, and the clean, fresh water allowed the rock to show through at the bottom. The water whittled away at the earth like a delicate sculptor, moving only small grains at a time, but forming smooth pebbles and carving out the stone floor.
Zohartze saw a waterfall.
She wasn't aware of her own erosion.
As she reached a point when the scent became strongest, she stood her ground, and as she understood, it was custom to wait near to the border and howl to the hierarchy. In order to make her presence known, the female simply attempted to mimic what she had heard others do in the past—but when she opened her throat to howl, it simply erupted in coughing. She’d never howled before. Maybe when she was a pup in the caves, but certainly no one would have heard it, and that was, at minimum, a year and a half prior. Zo might have laughed, but instead, she cleared her throat and tried again with much better success. She kept it short—sweet simply wasn’t a concept she had in her behavioral vocabulary.
Zohartze wasn’t afraid in the least, but as she sat in waiting, the fearful sun silently crept into hiding behind the clouds.
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( tags ) Titan (Toiro)
( muse / ooc ) Decent, for Zo at least. xD I'm burnt out from writing now though. This post pushes my total word count over 9500 since Saturday between this and my thesis that was due Monday!
