by ᴊᴜʟɪᴇᴛᴛᴇ. » Sat Feb 11, 2017 12:07 pm
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|| Female || Three and a Half Years || Loner ||
I glanced over my shoulders, carefully every few seconds. I was scared. Scared of being out, scared of being in the open... scared of others. I've been filled with this fear for years. Ever since I managed to escape. I padded forward, trying to make each paw step more silent than the rest. I knew where I was, I also knew where I was going. I was just trying to get through, pass through to keep wandering. Its what I liked best. Solitude, loneliness. It kept me stable... my eyes fixated on a rabbit hole. The small creatures bounding about. It had been a few days since I'd last eaten, my stomach ached. I took a few more steps, not watching where I was going but rather watching the prey. I took a step forward, but instantly felt something jab into my paw. I let out a quick yelp before silencing myself. They would find me, they would find me for sure now... I started moving quickly, my paw burning with each touch, before the pain made me collapse onto the ground, tears streaming from down my cheeks. The cut had gone deeper than I originally thought, and now it was way too painful to start walking again. I pulled myself on the floor with three paws, moving over to a gather of bushes. I looked around through my tear covered vision seeing the blood from my paw lining the floor. I shut my eyes tightly... and prayed they wouldn't find me here.
T x H x A x N x A x T x O x S
|| Male || Four and a Half Years || Lead Guard ||
I looked around the camp, my vision setting on the fae I have to call my alpha. I stifled a growl, recalling the previous alpha. I padded up towards the alphas den, dipping my head as I approached the entrance. "Good day, Alpha Storm. How're you?" I was one of the few wolves that wasn't affected when the old brute died. I felt it better for myself, honestly. The old guy always had something to say, to start this whole thing of accepting everyone. It was god awful. There's a difference between someone who lives as a loner and someone who strives for a pack. My nature left me being the perfect guard for the camp. No one got through me, I was the most aggressive brute here. They feared me, even the people in the pack. They hated me. It was a joyous feeling.