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miserable existence - Enya - Apr 27, 2015 @Desideria | WC: 276 Enya Borealis. A name that meant many things. Or at least, it used to. Little Fire is what her parents used to call her, and the remembrance of that nickname did indeed cause the spark of a flame to light in her soul. She crossed the tundra, lit with beautiful colors befitting spring, without paying any attention. She had no idea where she was going outwardly, for inwardly, she went around and around in circles, endlessly chasing memories that left her feeling… empty.
Her slightly stocky frame tumbled on a rock, and she cursed, glaring at the hard grey object on the ground like it had somehow actually attempted to offend her. Like it was alive and it was taunting her. She had been angry and bitter for as long as she could remember, and it was tiring, being this way. It was tiring knowing it all led up to nothing but misery. She was tired, she was hungry, she wanted to just lie down, close her eyes, and stop. But doing so would prove her parents correct. Doing so would put her to shame. She couldn’t stop. As much as she wanted to. She had no idea where she was going. She had come across this place some days before and had been slowly making her way across it ever since. In the distance she could see some kind of mountain, though it didn’t cover the entire horizon. There were openings of sky on either side of the tall rocky growth. Something to aim for, she supposed. Something to look forward to, for there was nothing else in her miserable existence worth looking forward to. RE: miserable existence - Desideria - Apr 27, 2015 [dohtml]
[/dohtml] RE: miserable existence - Enya - Apr 27, 2015 @Desideria | WC: 297 Enya was not happy to be taken out of her miserable reverie. Couldn’t the other woman see that she was having a moment? She gave a huff and looked up from her rock, glaring into the other wolf’s face. And then her eyes widened at the scars that crisscrossed the woman’s nose and under one eye. It wasn’t as if she had never seen a wolf with scars before. In fact, it was quite a common occurrence, and these scars weren’t even that bad. So really, she shouldn’t have cared. But she did, for some reason. They bothered her. ”What’s wrong with your face?” she asked, openly staring. She was completely unaware of how utterly rude she was being. That didn’t matter to her anyways. Inside, she was a girl who thought she deserved to have the entire world under her paw. Even though, at the same time, the idea of leadership frightened her. Truly, she was tactless. Or just completely clueless, more like. She’d been run out of her birth pack before anyone could teach her that asking these sorts of questions was something you just didn’t do. Besides, acting out was her forte. She loved getting people’s attention, even it was for the wrong reasons. As long as the spotlight was on her all the time, then she was happy. Or she at least pretended to be happy. Actually, she was almost never happy. And thus the cycle of her miserable existence started all over again with that thought in mind. She sighed, forgetting all about her scarred acquaintance before her, and looked at the ground. What was she gonna do? She was basically starving at the this point, and couldn’t smell pack lands anywhere nearby. Was she destined to die? Was her life meaningless? RE: miserable existence - Desideria - Apr 27, 2015 [dohtml]
[/dohtml] RE: miserable existence - Enya - Apr 27, 2015 @Desideria | WC: 301 This other female kept talking, and talking big, and it was really, really pissing Enya off. In her mind, all she could see and hear was one of her siblings pushing her around, and she felt a growl start in her chest. Her lips pulled back to show her teeth, tail curling up over her back. The classic signs of dominance. Out here in no-man’s-land, she really had nothing to lose doing this (except, you know, her life), but nothing to gain either. But maybe the female would leave her alone, or at least stop acting so high and mighty. “Listen, lady,” Enya growled. “I asked you a question. You don’t need to get all up in my face about it. ‘Less you want some more scars.” She eyed the one the female had mentioned about her ear, and then brought her eyes back to the female’s, staring directly into them. This was a dominance challenge. She wasn’t in any mood to put up with bullshit. Especially not from some loner who was just as weak and hungry as she was, probably. “Now are we gonna fight, or can we have a fuckin’ regular conversation without you feelin’ the need to get up-close and personal?” Had this been anyone but a loner out in the middle of nowhere, Enya wouldn’t have dared pulling this kind of crap. She knew well the hierarchical structure of the pack, and if she tried this on anyone with a higher rank than herself, she would have been instantly put in her place with probably a few wounds to go lick in the corner. But, out here at least, she could be Queen if she wanted to be. At least until some wolf came around and shot her down. Which may have been about to happen… RE: miserable existence - Desideria - Apr 27, 2015 [dohtml]
[/dohtml] Re: - Spirit of Wildwood - Apr 27, 2015 There is a rabbit\'s nest nearby. +1 Health |