Post by Cealla on Jan 29, 2008 14:04:26 GMT -5
Eventually, the young lycan pup came to realize that she couldn't remain in town forever. Her plight hardly evoked the sympathy that she had been hoping for, and lingering in town only irritated her. Silly humans. Why did they care so much about things like magic? In her opinion, the best sort of judgment was the kind you could only get with your claws, or your own two fists. What kind of a victory was it if you simply waved your wand in order to kill another? More than anything, she missed companionship. She had grown up being so used to constantly being surrounded by others of her kind; but by now she was starting to feel like a species going extinct. Besides Fenris, she knew of no other lycans.
But, even now, her small mind was churning. After she got back to the woods, she dug herself a small den beneath the base of a boulder. It was enough room for her, though it could be expanded if need be. And she wanted it to expand. No matter what it took, she wanted to try and find other lycans, and maybe build up a family again. She had spent too much time being homeless.
So, night after night, she got into her wolf form and sat outside her den with a sense of purpose. Raising her maw to the sky, she howled, long and lonely, with the hope that somewhere, someone would hear her and come. It was a small, futile hope, but she could think of nothing else to do with her life. When she was all alone, she felt as though her life contained no purpose.
After a week or so of performing this ritual, with no response, she remained outside afterwards. The boulder was hardly a very comfortable place to sleep, but the dark of the den didn't suit her that night. It was a full moon, and for some reason she felt particularly animalistic. Curling up on top of the giant rock, she closed her eyes and took deep, even breaths, letting herself slip away into sleep with little more than a thought or a care.
ooc: Anyone welcome. Sorry for the slight awfulness of this post.
But, even now, her small mind was churning. After she got back to the woods, she dug herself a small den beneath the base of a boulder. It was enough room for her, though it could be expanded if need be. And she wanted it to expand. No matter what it took, she wanted to try and find other lycans, and maybe build up a family again. She had spent too much time being homeless.
So, night after night, she got into her wolf form and sat outside her den with a sense of purpose. Raising her maw to the sky, she howled, long and lonely, with the hope that somewhere, someone would hear her and come. It was a small, futile hope, but she could think of nothing else to do with her life. When she was all alone, she felt as though her life contained no purpose.
After a week or so of performing this ritual, with no response, she remained outside afterwards. The boulder was hardly a very comfortable place to sleep, but the dark of the den didn't suit her that night. It was a full moon, and for some reason she felt particularly animalistic. Curling up on top of the giant rock, she closed her eyes and took deep, even breaths, letting herself slip away into sleep with little more than a thought or a care.
ooc: Anyone welcome. Sorry for the slight awfulness of this post.