Post by Animana on Aug 1, 2012 9:55:32 GMT -5
Crunch, crunch, crunch, snap.
"Ow!" snarled a small black she-wolf. She was fifty years old and was still unaware of the small twigs on the forest floor. Then again, she had never been here. Ever. She was a bit clumsy, at first, and had learned how to bounce around here as graceful as she had been in the mountains or on the tundra.
This fluffy black wolf was dubbed as Animana by her loving mother, whom had abandoned her. She wanted to explore, she wanted to see the world, she wanted to express herself in ways that some might call psychotic. Her mother leaving gave her the chance to do it all.
Ani wasn't the goody-two-shoe type. In fact, the black female was the opposite. Though she was still a pup compared to the age range of her kind, she already knew where her path led her. She was evil.
One day while listening to the macaques sitting near the springs, she heard of a story about these wolves who lived to kill. For some reason that even she couldn't explain, she wanted to be like them. They lived in a group called The Mafia and surrounding them were other packs in which they all saw as a threat. Ani didn't necessarily believe all of it, especially when one of the voices in her head claimed that they were anything but wolf, but there was a small part of her that knew that they were real.
And now she was lost in a prominent area filled with large trees that loomed over her daringly and sharp pieces of wood scattering the ground. She wasn't scared, no, but she didn't like it here. You couldn't see the sky, the brilliant hue of blue was no where to be found, neither the fluffy white clouds. Butterflies were even vacant here.
On second thought.. She did blend very well here.
Ani was actually quite intelligent, but because she lacks strength - well, thinks she lacks it, she doesn't seem as much of a threat. There are a few things that she can do like the basics in life; hunting, hiding, etc. and sometimes - Though not often with her mind on her long lost family - she remembers stories, for example The Mafia story. It seems she only remembers things that spark an interest to her.
Ani let out a weird groan as she took another step not onto a twig, but a path. Her black paw pads were hard and calloused from all of the walking that she'd done. She felt only pain from them. On the way to this mysterious place known as The Mafia, Ani walked on a rocky mountain side. Don't ask me why she did that, but she just did. She actually walked on it for a long time. She thought the idea was brilliant because there was a water source right next to her. But obviously not because when she looked behind her, she saw a blood trail.
Ani didn't know she could be so happy when she decided to walk on the grass. It was so soft, and right now, that's all Ani wanted. She didn't want to walk on the dried leaves or sharp twigs and neither the thorns. Her paws ached, but not as much as her stomach.
She was thin, oh so thin. If you took away all of her fluffy fur, you would be left with bones. Her skin stuck to her bones like a small rubber band to a large wrist. She hadn't eaten anything in a few days and at first, she thought she was dying. But now she could barely tell she was hungry. But she obviously was starving.
One time, she tried eating a flower. To her, it tasted so bile. It was terrible! She spit it out instantly. The next thing she tried was tree bark. Though it had no taste, it hurt her teeth. With those two ideas shot, she tried acorns next. The same thing happened with the brown tree bark. It was hard and untasteful.
She hadn't seen prey, so what choice did she have? It sounds crazy, but we all want to live forever right?
When Ani stopped stepping on hurtful objects, the forest didn't seem that bad. Her odd eyes had adjusted to the lack of light and the quietness didn't seem all that creepy. But she felt eyes on her. Many eyes. She looked around only to find nobody near her.
"Hello?" she called out calmly, still unsure. Now she was scared. Usually, Ani lacked fear. She could face a pack and feel nothing except a drop of courage.
She believes that she's like this because her ma gave birth in a place with more than wolves and deer around. The noise was wicked and there wasn't any peace and quiet. If you didn't hear wolves snarling or deer calling each other you'd be listening to griffins crying out and dragons roaring. Thank god her ma had an escape plan because Ani wasn't sure if she'd be able to spend another weak in that crazed place without going berserk.
But for some reason, with her being alone and weak, the feeling scared her more than ever.
Quickly, she looked up and let out a howl and next thing you knew there was a loud thrashing. Ani fell down and watched as the large creature flew away. It was her howling that, though cut short, had helped her see the dragon coming.
Ani let out a sigh of relief as she stood up and cleaned the wood chips out of her fur. She hated her fur, but loved it as well. She hated how it was so black and lifeless, but loved how it helped her hide. She also hated how easy it was to get it knotted, but loved how silky smooth it was. She was always troubling with her fur. Every time she licked it, it would some how get more tangled. She figured out, its easier to work with when wet. Ani wondered how her ma, her crazy and yet loving ma, was able to keep it tamed.
She had many ideas on how she did it but they were all crazy. One conclusion was that she was magic, but after awhile of pondering on that she decided that nobody was magic because if her ma was magic she wouldn't have been in that place.
Another thought was that she was skilled at cleaning fur, but for some reason she just found it odd that her ma was skilled at it. And when I say skilled, I mean skilled as in a hobby. Ani wondered who cleaned fur as a hobby.
As Ani tried to pull the wood chips out, she started to smell something funny. It wasn't the moldy wood nor the bird droppings or weird fungi. It was like another wolf. She couldn't tell if it was nearby, far off. Old or new. She shrugged it off as a scent in the territory. A marker or something of the sort.
"Ow!" snarled a small black she-wolf. She was fifty years old and was still unaware of the small twigs on the forest floor. Then again, she had never been here. Ever. She was a bit clumsy, at first, and had learned how to bounce around here as graceful as she had been in the mountains or on the tundra.
This fluffy black wolf was dubbed as Animana by her loving mother, whom had abandoned her. She wanted to explore, she wanted to see the world, she wanted to express herself in ways that some might call psychotic. Her mother leaving gave her the chance to do it all.
Ani wasn't the goody-two-shoe type. In fact, the black female was the opposite. Though she was still a pup compared to the age range of her kind, she already knew where her path led her. She was evil.
One day while listening to the macaques sitting near the springs, she heard of a story about these wolves who lived to kill. For some reason that even she couldn't explain, she wanted to be like them. They lived in a group called The Mafia and surrounding them were other packs in which they all saw as a threat. Ani didn't necessarily believe all of it, especially when one of the voices in her head claimed that they were anything but wolf, but there was a small part of her that knew that they were real.
And now she was lost in a prominent area filled with large trees that loomed over her daringly and sharp pieces of wood scattering the ground. She wasn't scared, no, but she didn't like it here. You couldn't see the sky, the brilliant hue of blue was no where to be found, neither the fluffy white clouds. Butterflies were even vacant here.
On second thought.. She did blend very well here.
Ani was actually quite intelligent, but because she lacks strength - well, thinks she lacks it, she doesn't seem as much of a threat. There are a few things that she can do like the basics in life; hunting, hiding, etc. and sometimes - Though not often with her mind on her long lost family - she remembers stories, for example The Mafia story. It seems she only remembers things that spark an interest to her.
Ani let out a weird groan as she took another step not onto a twig, but a path. Her black paw pads were hard and calloused from all of the walking that she'd done. She felt only pain from them. On the way to this mysterious place known as The Mafia, Ani walked on a rocky mountain side. Don't ask me why she did that, but she just did. She actually walked on it for a long time. She thought the idea was brilliant because there was a water source right next to her. But obviously not because when she looked behind her, she saw a blood trail.
Ani didn't know she could be so happy when she decided to walk on the grass. It was so soft, and right now, that's all Ani wanted. She didn't want to walk on the dried leaves or sharp twigs and neither the thorns. Her paws ached, but not as much as her stomach.
She was thin, oh so thin. If you took away all of her fluffy fur, you would be left with bones. Her skin stuck to her bones like a small rubber band to a large wrist. She hadn't eaten anything in a few days and at first, she thought she was dying. But now she could barely tell she was hungry. But she obviously was starving.
One time, she tried eating a flower. To her, it tasted so bile. It was terrible! She spit it out instantly. The next thing she tried was tree bark. Though it had no taste, it hurt her teeth. With those two ideas shot, she tried acorns next. The same thing happened with the brown tree bark. It was hard and untasteful.
She hadn't seen prey, so what choice did she have? It sounds crazy, but we all want to live forever right?
When Ani stopped stepping on hurtful objects, the forest didn't seem that bad. Her odd eyes had adjusted to the lack of light and the quietness didn't seem all that creepy. But she felt eyes on her. Many eyes. She looked around only to find nobody near her.
"Hello?" she called out calmly, still unsure. Now she was scared. Usually, Ani lacked fear. She could face a pack and feel nothing except a drop of courage.
She believes that she's like this because her ma gave birth in a place with more than wolves and deer around. The noise was wicked and there wasn't any peace and quiet. If you didn't hear wolves snarling or deer calling each other you'd be listening to griffins crying out and dragons roaring. Thank god her ma had an escape plan because Ani wasn't sure if she'd be able to spend another weak in that crazed place without going berserk.
But for some reason, with her being alone and weak, the feeling scared her more than ever.
Quickly, she looked up and let out a howl and next thing you knew there was a loud thrashing. Ani fell down and watched as the large creature flew away. It was her howling that, though cut short, had helped her see the dragon coming.
Ani let out a sigh of relief as she stood up and cleaned the wood chips out of her fur. She hated her fur, but loved it as well. She hated how it was so black and lifeless, but loved how it helped her hide. She also hated how easy it was to get it knotted, but loved how silky smooth it was. She was always troubling with her fur. Every time she licked it, it would some how get more tangled. She figured out, its easier to work with when wet. Ani wondered how her ma, her crazy and yet loving ma, was able to keep it tamed.
She had many ideas on how she did it but they were all crazy. One conclusion was that she was magic, but after awhile of pondering on that she decided that nobody was magic because if her ma was magic she wouldn't have been in that place.
Another thought was that she was skilled at cleaning fur, but for some reason she just found it odd that her ma was skilled at it. And when I say skilled, I mean skilled as in a hobby. Ani wondered who cleaned fur as a hobby.
As Ani tried to pull the wood chips out, she started to smell something funny. It wasn't the moldy wood nor the bird droppings or weird fungi. It was like another wolf. She couldn't tell if it was nearby, far off. Old or new. She shrugged it off as a scent in the territory. A marker or something of the sort.
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