Post by FireMist on Aug 6, 2012 0:07:27 GMT -5
Eira waited patiently sitting perfectly still on a rock outside of the territory. Sitting. Waiting. Letting the breeze run on her fur. "Okay, well, maybe If I just howl one more time." She howled, the sound quickly carrying over the borders before being cut off. "I better find a place to sleep, the weather looks like it's about to be incondite." She jumped under the rock she was sitting on and laid down under the rock. Two, three, four more times, she howled. Each one longer than the other. "I better get some sleep," said Eira. *This part is her dream* -You can't go! I have to, darling. NOOOOOO!- She woke up sitting down, gasping, then gave a sigh. "Good," said Eira, "Just a dream; but of what?"
She paused, just for a quick thought. "Probably just some random dream." She sat there for a while, thinking about her dream, thinking about what it means, thinking about packs. "I better go hunting, that might take my mind off some things," said Eira, in a sad voice. She climbed out from under the rock and sniffed the air, she smelled for a quick bite. Nothing. "Well," said Eira "I guess I'm in the wrong spot; but whatever. I'm not that hungry anyway." She howled one more time, just for luck, and went back to the rock she was sleeping under. There was grass under there, so it was pretty soft. She curled up and put both of her tails on her nose, and fell asleep, dreaming of being in a pack. She woke up, startled, for some odd reason. She sniffed the air for wolves, hoping she could find a scent. She smelled something, and it wasn't good. "Oh great," said Eira, "Rain, it's always rain." She sniffed around to find the softest patch of grass, but she guessed she was already on the softest patch; in the far back. She took a glance at the tips of her tails, ash colored grey. She smiled, waiting. Waiting for movement.
Eira started grooming herself and getting little twigs out of her fur. *When did these twigs get in here?* She thought. *Oh well.* She put her muzzle as close as she could get it to her tails, just to feel their softness. Then, she felt the rest of her fur. *Just as soft as my tails, but a few twigs? That's peculiar. Oh well, I only have a few more to get out.* Eira used her teeth to pull the rest of the twigs out, and then spits them out. *I should get up and walk around after it stops raining.* She saw a deer and her fawns, but turned her head the other way. *Yeah, sure, I'm a little hungry but I can wait.* She thumped her tails on the ground, to give a warning to the deer that there's a wolf near by. The deer twitched her ears and looked in the direction Eira was in. The deer shook some rain of of her and gave a sign to her fawns and they started walking trotting in the opposite direction. Eira smiled, hoping the deer and her fawns would make it wherever they're going safely. Eira never sees the world as a horrific place. She sees the world as a place where you can make it how you want; a place of evil, greed, and horror, or a place of good, peace, and love. Sometimes, she sees the world as both. Incondite and beautiful.
She paused, just for a quick thought. "Probably just some random dream." She sat there for a while, thinking about her dream, thinking about what it means, thinking about packs. "I better go hunting, that might take my mind off some things," said Eira, in a sad voice. She climbed out from under the rock and sniffed the air, she smelled for a quick bite. Nothing. "Well," said Eira "I guess I'm in the wrong spot; but whatever. I'm not that hungry anyway." She howled one more time, just for luck, and went back to the rock she was sleeping under. There was grass under there, so it was pretty soft. She curled up and put both of her tails on her nose, and fell asleep, dreaming of being in a pack. She woke up, startled, for some odd reason. She sniffed the air for wolves, hoping she could find a scent. She smelled something, and it wasn't good. "Oh great," said Eira, "Rain, it's always rain." She sniffed around to find the softest patch of grass, but she guessed she was already on the softest patch; in the far back. She took a glance at the tips of her tails, ash colored grey. She smiled, waiting. Waiting for movement.
Eira started grooming herself and getting little twigs out of her fur. *When did these twigs get in here?* She thought. *Oh well.* She put her muzzle as close as she could get it to her tails, just to feel their softness. Then, she felt the rest of her fur. *Just as soft as my tails, but a few twigs? That's peculiar. Oh well, I only have a few more to get out.* Eira used her teeth to pull the rest of the twigs out, and then spits them out. *I should get up and walk around after it stops raining.* She saw a deer and her fawns, but turned her head the other way. *Yeah, sure, I'm a little hungry but I can wait.* She thumped her tails on the ground, to give a warning to the deer that there's a wolf near by. The deer twitched her ears and looked in the direction Eira was in. The deer shook some rain of of her and gave a sign to her fawns and they started walking trotting in the opposite direction. Eira smiled, hoping the deer and her fawns would make it wherever they're going safely. Eira never sees the world as a horrific place. She sees the world as a place where you can make it how you want; a place of evil, greed, and horror, or a place of good, peace, and love. Sometimes, she sees the world as both. Incondite and beautiful.
