Post by The Fallen on Nov 23, 2009 22:10:17 GMT -5
The cold wind was blowing hard across the frozen tundra. It was winter, the coldest time of the year. The grass, once luscious and pure green, was covered under 10 feet of cold, wet snow that clung to your pelt and soaked you through. The tree's, once green and full, where bare to the branches, their bark pealed from hungry deer. The winter was harsh here through and through. Small groups of animal's walked through the place and up the rough terrain that was the mountain. Then, they froze as the scent of a wolf flicked around the nose.
The large female was walking up the rough terrain. Her pelt was the darkest of black, as though the skin had come down from the heavens and settled upon her. She was very beautiful you could tell at first sight. Her fur was thick, and soft to the touch. She had large paws and large legs that kept her upon the snow. Her body was graceful and moved like flowing river. Her head was high, ears flicked forward. Her eyes scanned the forest, the deepest of amber gold. Her jowls where open, white teeth dripping spittle. Her pink tongue poked out between her lower canines.
The female growled softly as she came to a stop beside a tree. She lifted her leg and sprayed it with a yellow liquid as she had to a tree 3 feet back. She was marking her territory. The one in the middle of the two other packs, but to her, the most beautiful. Turning, she kicked snow on the tree with her back legs before she moved on. Her eyes where gleaming slightly, because she was excited. She had a new, beautiful home and would start a pack from scratch. This was one of her dreams come true.
Shaking herself, the female moved on. The light snow falling sprinkled on her coat, yet the cold did not touch her. Her nose twitched as she sniffed the air, the coldness blocking out any smell. She shook her head, and let a low growl escape her lips. If the snow kept falling, she would not be able to smell if intruders crossed onto her lands. Flicking her tail, she sat down on her haunches and let a howl rip from her jowls. She was claiming her home as her own and inviting wolves to join her if they dared to.
Standing up, she began to lope across the terra. Her head was high still, ears flicked forward. Her jowls where open still, tongue out on the side. Her pelt was flecked with white and her paws looked like they had stepped into white paint. Her legs moved with effortless speed over the land. She stopped once when she reached the boarder of her land, sprayed there, then turned and lopped off. The female was in her home....and beginning her new future.
Her name was.....
+ The Fallen +
The large female was walking up the rough terrain. Her pelt was the darkest of black, as though the skin had come down from the heavens and settled upon her. She was very beautiful you could tell at first sight. Her fur was thick, and soft to the touch. She had large paws and large legs that kept her upon the snow. Her body was graceful and moved like flowing river. Her head was high, ears flicked forward. Her eyes scanned the forest, the deepest of amber gold. Her jowls where open, white teeth dripping spittle. Her pink tongue poked out between her lower canines.
The female growled softly as she came to a stop beside a tree. She lifted her leg and sprayed it with a yellow liquid as she had to a tree 3 feet back. She was marking her territory. The one in the middle of the two other packs, but to her, the most beautiful. Turning, she kicked snow on the tree with her back legs before she moved on. Her eyes where gleaming slightly, because she was excited. She had a new, beautiful home and would start a pack from scratch. This was one of her dreams come true.
Shaking herself, the female moved on. The light snow falling sprinkled on her coat, yet the cold did not touch her. Her nose twitched as she sniffed the air, the coldness blocking out any smell. She shook her head, and let a low growl escape her lips. If the snow kept falling, she would not be able to smell if intruders crossed onto her lands. Flicking her tail, she sat down on her haunches and let a howl rip from her jowls. She was claiming her home as her own and inviting wolves to join her if they dared to.
Standing up, she began to lope across the terra. Her head was high still, ears flicked forward. Her jowls where open still, tongue out on the side. Her pelt was flecked with white and her paws looked like they had stepped into white paint. Her legs moved with effortless speed over the land. She stopped once when she reached the boarder of her land, sprayed there, then turned and lopped off. The female was in her home....and beginning her new future.
Her name was.....
+ The Fallen +