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 Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 5:53 pm
The most beautiful time of day was not at sunset. It was not at midnight. It was that early morning, before the sun reached across the land. That moment when the world was only various shades of grey, and everything was calm. Not a harsh word and brawl for miles, as sleep lay deep within the hearts of every creature around. The calm was overwhelming. To Soweto, this was the truest time of day. Nothing vied to be brighter than anything else. They were all just shades of the same thing, content to exist in their roles. A lack of competition in it all was what put her mind at ease, no matter what state she started in.
With all that had happened in the past few months it was understandable that most the wolves following Lestat were feeling their way through the change in leadership, and the change in the pack. The dark femme was no different in those regards. But she also had to feel her way into the role of being some male's daughter, and actually learning what pack life really was. She had always been pleased with the company of her tight-nit family when she was younger. But growing up had shown her how quickly life could get much more complicated.
It could have easily been overwhelming, but the she-wolf firmly believed in staying grounded. Being able to handle whatever was thrown at her was something she prided herself in, and something that required early morning silences like these.
If life only ever had one surprise after another waiting around corners, how did anyone manage to persevere?
Her new found home would have been hard enough, but having to make a place for herself in it was only three times more difficult with the absence of her mother looming over her. Something she wouldn't let herself dwell on, which seemed to hurt her even more.
Wolves drowned in their sorrows. Soweto would not be one of them.
Continuing her stroll further from Lestat's lands, the female kept her head down but ears alert. Walks were the best solution for clearing one's head, but only as long as danger didn't capture them first.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 3:23 am
No, many had died and with the abandonment of the Alpha's, there was no possability to stay. The land was diseased, dying, cursed . . . and as such Otaktay had left. It wasn't like the ghost wolf to abandon a pack, much less his own leaders, but in this case he had little say in the matter - all the respect he had felt for Dax was swift to turn cold. With the alpha leaving to tend to his mate and spurn the majority of healthy members still present, some of his pups included, well. . . That wasn't kosher in Otaktay's book.
The grey wolf had trailed along with a few members, watching day by day as each one began to pull away. In the end it had only been Chaku and he, and the teal wolf had only recently taken his leave. He had found some princess in dire need of saving, or something along those lines; whether or not such a thing was true, Otaktay wished him the best and continued his journey alone.
It was most wretched, really. The silver wolf was out of place in such an environment, without direction and without an alpha to lead. Otaktay himself never desired such power or positions, but he was old enough, as well as cunning and wise, to enjoy assisting their position and plight. He harbored a sort of blind devotion and enjoyed playing as both assassin and spy, eyes and ears for the leader of a pack. It was his greatest joy, but without a position to harbor confidence, give advise and generally do what needed to be done for the better of the pack Otaktay was nothing more than a grumpy old man.
His silver coat was littered with some marks, proving him to be a warrior. But he wasn't so scarred asto look like a brawler or a wolf out for trouble, no. . . Some assumed he was peaceful and on the one paw they were right; but his duties often involved leaving a trail of death, but he was smart enough and quick enough to do the job without having a fuss or fight.
His name wasn't 'Kills Many' for no reason. . . . But without an Alpha to defend, Otaktay was useless. Finding a worthy member was more difficult than finding water in the desert during a drought. . . . Dax had been exceptional but foolish in the end. Otaktay could only hope the next pack he aligned himself with wasn't so brash.
Picking his way through the grey landscape, the wolf paused. He froze, instinct telling him he wasn't necessarily alone despite the quiet of the morning. Ears pricked and he heard the very soft scuffle of paws, something or someone was walking nearby and directly towards him. The wolf paused before dodging to the side, partially hidden by early morning mists that clung to the land and had yet to be burned away by mornings light. It was easy for the silver male to seemingly disappear. . . he was a good killer, and while he understood his scent was on the air, by the time they realized such a thing he may have already witnessed them and gained a slight advantage.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 3:07 am
It was most odd that not even a bird dared stir. While it was obvious that at such times most of the world was very much asleep, there were always a few stragglers here and there. A clever robin, or a stumbling bat. Even the air seemed to feel unnaturally heavy.
As such observations began to capture her attention the female's nerves began to take hold of her. Although she would never admit to it, she found it rather easy to find fear of that which was around her. But what was important was to continue despite that fear, which was exactly as she had always done. Did that still make her a coward? To be so easily frightened?
Straightening her shoulders and walking only slightly taller, the she-wolf began to take better notice of her surroundings. Everything was still, nothing dared separate itself from the background of life. It was as this began to allow her confidence to reassure her once more that she detected the scent of another wolf. Fighting the urge to freeze where she was, Soweto raised her head in what she had observed in others as confidence. Tail high, body tensing, she tried to size up the stranger.
It was already unlikely that she had the advantage in this situation. It was a male. And although she was a large wolf herself, most males seemed to easily dwarf her in size. They were typically older, and more advanced in the ways of fighting than her as well. She could only assume her foe would be a true model of the fierce males that roamed these lands, how else would he be able to safely walk alone?
Rounding a thick low-lying bush the world suddenly became far more clouded than the female had anticipated. Eyes set straight in determination, Soweto prepared herself for the attack she was certain awaited her.
"Only fiends lie in wait." She growled into the mist before her. Soweto would not show fear, even if the odds were against her. It was not what an alpha would do, and as the alpha's daughter, it was not what she would do.
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