Cedarwood Forest Why do all good things change?

Semananti was calm as she explored the surrounding areas. It was her duty, in her opinion, that she know what strengths and dangers laid around her packs territory. After all, didn’t want an accident when the pups were old enough to leave the pack den and wander off the territory. Sema would personally make sure they were well guarded, despite her status not being a guardian. Her role was hopefully going to be a scout. Her tail was lax and her eyes hiding the raging inferno in her heart. She seemed like a normal wolf and she wasn’t. She had a small smile to her, her gait full of confidence, but not foolery. The forest seemed calm around her, the wind was light and the leaves were barely moving in their spuds. It was the start of spring.

Artemis had blessed her, though the instability in male leadership concerned her that the pack may not last long. She couldn’t bear to think about that though, she had more to focus on. Was that a pack borders she scented, she knew better than to stray across with her packs scent on her. She started to walk away from the borders she was dangerously close to. She hoped there were no wolves from the pack in the area to notice her, than there would be no time for idle chit-chat. Who knew, it might lead to a fight and that was never a good thing. Her eyes were now showing some form of emotion, anger and rage. She saw herself thinking of the problems with the males in the pack. They all needed to grow some balls and one of them needed to step up. It angered her that they would not cease the opportunity. The longest leader of the pack was Elettra. The longest male leader of the pack was the founder, who had left. Followed by Shade, who had left who was followed by another betrayer, Phineas.

(This post was last modified: Apr 29, 2013, 03:20 AM by Semananti.)

Think of her pretty much being high right now. Also I suggest running from her. Anne shouldn't be able to catch up.

The pain was gone now. Everything felt calm. As if the cream she wolf were floating under water. She was totally unaware of her own body. Nor how it tumbled and tripped along the root covered path. All she felt was a type of liquid coolness. The womans mind was blank, echoing the thoughtless rabid nature that enveloped her thought process. Anne watched herself, floating just behind her body, as it ran along searching for things to bite. Strange... Why am I happy watching my body filled with anger? Why do I not care that it wants to kill every living thing that comes too close? Anne wondered silently floating behind the tumbling wolf.

Another wolf scent poured into her nose. Anne watched her body instinctively change direction and head for the animals scent. In her mind Anne watched herself wondering why she hadn't wiped off the disgusting saliva from her jaws yet, but the charging wolf held no desire to look pretty. All it wanted was death. For itself and for those around it.

Neither she nor her body knew of the ticking time bomb nearing its final minutes.

Anne's body spotted the rust, black, and gray she wolf. She floated behind wondering if her body would run forward or just keep staring at the female. She made no move to warn the woman of her condition. There was no use for that now. I can only watch from here... Terra relinquished control of her body long ago to the instinct, anger, and pain that now drove her forwards.

The angel wasn't here to stop her either.

Dashing forward Anne issued a savage snarl towards the female as she readied her jaws and aimed to latch onto whatever she could grab.

I think you should run lady.. Her inner mind muttered before laughing wildly.

(Sorry this took foreverrrrr)

One smell came to mind as the she-wolf in front of her appeared. It was sickness; the smell that had radiated off her reminded her of a lone wolf a while back. She had nearly been bitten by this lone wolf and this wolf appeared to be the same exact thing. She wanted to stay and fight it, but decided against it due to the fact that there was no one else whom knew if it was safe or not. If someone who knew if it was safe to fight this diseased wolf was here, than she would ask. She turned around and started to run, worried that the disease might be transmitted through the air.

The instincts behind what she had been taught were strong as she nimbly moved, avoiding the trees of the surrounding forest. The wolf had practically been foaming at the mouth. Wait, no the wolf hadn’t, she had literally been foaming at the mouth. The fae headed in the direction she had come from because she figured it was so close to Willow Ridge that it was worth reporting. All the wolf had to do was track her scent through the marsh to lay herself upon the Drooping Willow’s and the farther the wolf followed her, the more the pack was in danger.

She cleared her head with silent prayers to Artemis; she knew she would need them. She hoped that the sickness that she had smelled on the wolf also affected her stamina or her speed, but most times she wished for such things she was out of luck. She couldn’t help but wonder if these were one of those desperate times. She knew that she had to get away, but was the wolf faster than her?

[Fade out/end since shes gone?]

(This post was last modified: May 07, 2013, 01:12 PM by Semananti.)