Post by Deleted on May 27, 2013 8:59:39 GMT -5
And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above
If a single living creature still crawled or squirmed under the thick piles of ash, their blurry eyes would of laid upon a lonely shadow in the distance, taking long strides of purpose and eagerness for the future. Light winds swirled around the kicked up ash by the figure and like starlings with perfect coordination, rose to the red sunset sky. The shadows reddy-brown eyes scarred across what was left of the wasteland of sand and ash, finally the optics settled upon the intimidating mountain of lava and molten rock that rose further into the sky than the ash of which it spewed into the air. The figure was stranger to the barren land, even if her dark red pelt camouflaged her upon the dirty red sand and her long legs held her far from the reach of the burning dirt. The familiar characteristic of the large ears swirled upon her head, straining to pick up the slightest notice of life. The body of the wolf was perfect in every way to adopt to this strange place, but still that wasn't what the wolf had in mind of its future
Monca was on the move, she didn't know where, she didn't know why, all she knew was what her body was doing. The ash she had picked swirled towards the raising volcano and as if a hummingbird showing her the way, hovering in the air, went back to her for a few seconds by a rouge gust. Never had she seen the land beyond the lush land of which she had been born, the loner land of Kamari. The place were she had lost the two wolves who had matter most her, and yet she still blamed both their deaths upon herself. She hadn't saved her brother from the rouge wolf jaws when she so could of easily at least done something other than watch the blood seep from the once joined arteries in his neck. She could of at lease stayed with her mother for another year and when the time came that she had thought about killing herself, been there to clam her down before she did something stupid like that. In both deaths she could of prevented the outcome, but would she still be here, walking briskly towards the so called dormant volcano.
As the tall mane wolf neared the stump of the volcano, she noticed the closer she got, the more thickly the ash hung and laided, smothering all life that was able to to reach this close to its savior but at the same time its bringer of death. This was no surprise to what the she-wolf had expected, but still she had clung to the hope that at least the smallest of life clinging to the bare rocks would show her that if it could live here in such harsh conditions, then at least she could hold onto life for a little longer. All her red brown eyes saw was the ground littered in dead, upturned grass and small saplings, not even the hardest of grasses sprung from the dirt to welcome the life giving sun arrival. As if called the sun came sparkling out from behind its cover of clouds to show all its glory, the cleanest and purest thing the world has ever been allowed to lay eyes on.
A great sigh escaped her black lips as the hike up the volcano seemed more dangerous than what she was thinking about doing when she got to the top. All Monca's pathetic life she had thought of herself as useful, someone who could maybe save a life, but the true reality had dawned on her when the iron fist of the alpha from the pack Descai had shown no need of her assistance. After the death of her mother, Monca had set out looking for a pack to assist in the ever changing world, knowing she would never be able to hold onto the little land her mother had roamed from loners and other packs, promising she would do good from now on to pay for the sins she had witnessed. But things had simple gone pear shaped ever since she found herself as simple a worthless subordanent, while the only thing was good at was fulled up by other wolves. Not even after meeting a handsome brute who had taken interest in her had cheered her longing heart to be useful, now their was no point in her even being here on the earth.
Slowly Monca started to climb, her mind roaring with all the probability of how she could avoid this outcome, but none were convincing enough to pull her back down to the ground. Her weak legs trembled with exhaustion from her long travel from the loving arms of a pack, if you could call the pack she was in loving. Well, if this was going to be the end of such a short life, she might as well go out with a splash.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
Note: Well I thought I would get Monca back up and running, I don't know if im actually going to kill her and also I don't know if I want her to join Tassos.
Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above
If a single living creature still crawled or squirmed under the thick piles of ash, their blurry eyes would of laid upon a lonely shadow in the distance, taking long strides of purpose and eagerness for the future. Light winds swirled around the kicked up ash by the figure and like starlings with perfect coordination, rose to the red sunset sky. The shadows reddy-brown eyes scarred across what was left of the wasteland of sand and ash, finally the optics settled upon the intimidating mountain of lava and molten rock that rose further into the sky than the ash of which it spewed into the air. The figure was stranger to the barren land, even if her dark red pelt camouflaged her upon the dirty red sand and her long legs held her far from the reach of the burning dirt. The familiar characteristic of the large ears swirled upon her head, straining to pick up the slightest notice of life. The body of the wolf was perfect in every way to adopt to this strange place, but still that wasn't what the wolf had in mind of its future
Monca was on the move, she didn't know where, she didn't know why, all she knew was what her body was doing. The ash she had picked swirled towards the raising volcano and as if a hummingbird showing her the way, hovering in the air, went back to her for a few seconds by a rouge gust. Never had she seen the land beyond the lush land of which she had been born, the loner land of Kamari. The place were she had lost the two wolves who had matter most her, and yet she still blamed both their deaths upon herself. She hadn't saved her brother from the rouge wolf jaws when she so could of easily at least done something other than watch the blood seep from the once joined arteries in his neck. She could of at lease stayed with her mother for another year and when the time came that she had thought about killing herself, been there to clam her down before she did something stupid like that. In both deaths she could of prevented the outcome, but would she still be here, walking briskly towards the so called dormant volcano.
As the tall mane wolf neared the stump of the volcano, she noticed the closer she got, the more thickly the ash hung and laided, smothering all life that was able to to reach this close to its savior but at the same time its bringer of death. This was no surprise to what the she-wolf had expected, but still she had clung to the hope that at least the smallest of life clinging to the bare rocks would show her that if it could live here in such harsh conditions, then at least she could hold onto life for a little longer. All her red brown eyes saw was the ground littered in dead, upturned grass and small saplings, not even the hardest of grasses sprung from the dirt to welcome the life giving sun arrival. As if called the sun came sparkling out from behind its cover of clouds to show all its glory, the cleanest and purest thing the world has ever been allowed to lay eyes on.
A great sigh escaped her black lips as the hike up the volcano seemed more dangerous than what she was thinking about doing when she got to the top. All Monca's pathetic life she had thought of herself as useful, someone who could maybe save a life, but the true reality had dawned on her when the iron fist of the alpha from the pack Descai had shown no need of her assistance. After the death of her mother, Monca had set out looking for a pack to assist in the ever changing world, knowing she would never be able to hold onto the little land her mother had roamed from loners and other packs, promising she would do good from now on to pay for the sins she had witnessed. But things had simple gone pear shaped ever since she found herself as simple a worthless subordanent, while the only thing was good at was fulled up by other wolves. Not even after meeting a handsome brute who had taken interest in her had cheered her longing heart to be useful, now their was no point in her even being here on the earth.
Slowly Monca started to climb, her mind roaring with all the probability of how she could avoid this outcome, but none were convincing enough to pull her back down to the ground. Her weak legs trembled with exhaustion from her long travel from the loving arms of a pack, if you could call the pack she was in loving. Well, if this was going to be the end of such a short life, she might as well go out with a splash.
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
Note: Well I thought I would get Monca back up and running, I don't know if im actually going to kill her and also I don't know if I want her to join Tassos.