Poison Path To be queen of a household is a wonderful thing

for @Hypatia

if i lay here, if i just lay here

would you lie with me and just forget the world?

The eastern side of the lake had always been her favourite. It was here the flat granite boulders lay scattered across the open grassland like they had been flung by some angry giant. It was a favourite grazing location for the herds of white mountain goats that were only now migrating back to the peaks from the heights where they had sheltered for the long winter. While snow still blanketed the landscape, small patches of brown and green were making their presence known, and the creatures grazed oblivious to the wolf in their midst.

You would have to look closely to observe the brown coated woman sunning herself atop her once favourite boulder, her eyes shut and mouth open to taste the clean mountain air. This place had once held painful memories but now those that had wronged her were gone, it was as if the mountain welcomed her back with open arms. She could feel it thrumming through the thick pads of her paws and in her core where her chest rested against the coarse granite stone. She could smell it in the budding nightshade flowers and she embraced the caress of the wind against her face with a small knowing smile.

“Perhaps…” she whispered back, the smile still on her face. There was a lot of work to do yet. An awful lot of work. Unbidden steps approached and her eyes opened a sliver, her gaze falling with a hint of question on the tawny spectre that roamed below. She did believe in ghosts, but the vision of Belladonna was far to solid to be so… and younger than she would be if she still roamed on this plane.

(This post was last modified: Mar 24, 2015, 03:25 AM by Naira.)

@Naira

 

Don't Look Down

There was little to be seen of Hyp on the Plateau. With these annoying changes that had began to wreck havoc on her body, she proceeded to place great distance between herself and the pack. It was becoming more of a struggle to remain placate and submissive. Every fiber of her wanted nothing more than to rise, and demand respect and order. Despite the influx of hormones and rage and want to dethrone Aesire, send her running, she did not think she it would end in her favor. If she didn't win, than what? Would she be forced to leave? Would her father look on her with disappointment? Would her actions affect her siblings negatively? Lately, with the restlessness she felt on the towering hills it would only be a matter of time till she left on her own terms. The problem was there was still no other place she wanted to be.

Alone she transverses higher, trying to satisfy her hunger of something more. Once again debating  about returning to her birthplace. There still remained a tiny wisp of belief her mother would come back and make things right. Life had not yet killed all her innocence. She could not forget about the boy with pale, brown eyes. Or at least the imagine of him, and their small friendship. She craved to know how he was doing after all this time. If life was treating him any better.

An airy sigh, orange eyes often drifted to the path beneath her. It seemed  goats liked to travel here, and she pondered where they could be. Would there be babes by their sides? Or would it not be for a bit longer? The earth screamed of spring, though she didn't understand it entirely. Tipping her crown back, there seemed to be nothing on this part of the mountain, least nothing but white snow to tease her mind. Well, and there were large boulders  that looked quite out of place. Had they been of the mountain? Frowning, she was about to move on when she quite certainly saw something upon the top of one. From her distance it was only the tan fur she could be sure of.

(This post was last modified: Apr 20, 2015, 03:07 PM by Hypatia.)

Naira
So collect your courage and collect your horse

@Hypatia

It seemed as though the girl had caught sight of her and so she stood, her impressive stature no doubt framed against the skyline, her thick fur hopefully disguising some of the hollowness of her sides. It had been a long while now since she had called herself a pack wolf and reaped the benefits such a title held… despite the lofty price tag attached it wasn’t a terrible existence she supposed. Yet she really had no desire to subject herself to that sort of torture any time soon.

It wasn’t a terrible distance to the ground and she placed one paw on a small fissure that jutted out just wide enough for the appendage. Pushing herself out from its surface she came down heavily, a painful jolt shooting up though her paws into her shoulders and tender hips but she covered it well by taking a few bouncy steps towards the younger woman. For now she kept her tail between her heels, relaxed but her ears cupped forward, her mouth partly open to help her gather any speck of scent that wafted her way.

Judging the girl to be alone, she lowered her head to a less threatening height, a small woof of greeting sent out as her tail took up a gentle, friendly wave. What was she doing out here all alone she was left to wonder.