miles to go. [OPEN] Jun 15, 2009 10:37:46 GMT -5
Post by zaria on Jun 15, 2009 10:37:46 GMT -5
Zaria sighed and pushed herself to a standing position. Her gray pelt making her a flag and completely obvious in a world of trees, bushes, leaves and rocks. The forest floor was littered with the dead branches of trees and the fallen leaves that had yet to become unrecognizable among the dirt under it. Her shaggy coat had kept some of the leaves she's just been resting on but the female wolf didn't mind or even seem to notice as she began walking again, her ears open to all sounds the forest made and any that might be made by another living creature and not the forest. She was hungry, and on her guard. She didn't belong here. Not in this land not in this area. Even if it was free and no one ruled over it she was an outsider from this world.
She'd come from being shamed by her old pack. Trying to take the alpha female position and having herself beat down and left to lick her wounds by the pack. She could have gone back, could've slunk in with her tail between her legs and her head down but she refused. She'd instead walked away from the only pack she'd known, from the pack she'd been born into and raised up in, from the pack she'd earned the respect of until that day, until that fight. She couldn't go back, couldn't face that kind of shame like other had. She was too proud, to determined, and now she was too alone.
Heaving a great sigh she jumped from the ground onto a bolder and scrambled over it, nails scratching on the rock and her coat slipping over it easily until she stood atop it, staring out over the land before her. For as far as she could see she was alone, it was almost depressing. She missed her old pack but not enough to turn around and go home now. She'd find a new home, a new life, she'd be just fine. As if to commit herself to the thought she took a step forwards, and then another. Placing one paw in front of the other and walking away from the life she'd known for so long, walking away from the annoyance of having lost in front of those she'd once had the respect of.
Once she'd had a family and a home and now she had nothing. She wasn't sure she was excited about that as she trotted though the forest but she'd make the best of it, after all she was the best of her litter, the strongest, the fastest, the most dominate. Zaria had no doubt she could do anything she set her mind to, including survive on her own. Or at least not die a shameful death.