Post by Whisper on Jun 21, 2005 14:48:05 GMT -5
She travelled through the darkness, not making a single sound, avoiding every branch and every leaf that would give away her position. She was swift like the wind and would glide across the forest path like their were no obstacles.
She had the elegance of a crystal white mare...and she had a coat to match.
She detested her coat, pure white. She was of albino blood but her sire was an eastern timber wolf, and a pure black one at that. The result of mixed bloods, although leaving her with her mother's coat, gave her dark eyes with light tints of red near the pupil.
She had an innocent exterior, but a phantom soul. She was a dark wolf by heart, yet she remained in silence...never trusting, never relying on another. She lived a life of a lone wolf, but now that had to change.
The herds were moving on, and by the time that the she-wolf caught up...they were gone. She needed to have a proper meal, have a proper rest. Hell! She needed a proper life.
Her name suited her...for her name was Whisper. Silent as the wind on a cloudless day, but her howl lasts forever.
She was small for a wolf of 3 summers, but she was powerful and very stubborn. She didn't like kind brutes, actually she didn't like any brutes. She hated their arrogance or their sucky behaviour, she hated show offs and she hated the L word.
She reached the edge of a territory, survival was the key now, no matter how much she would regret her future actions. She stopped at the outskirts and howled, calling for an alpha to come.
She had the elegance of a crystal white mare...and she had a coat to match.
She detested her coat, pure white. She was of albino blood but her sire was an eastern timber wolf, and a pure black one at that. The result of mixed bloods, although leaving her with her mother's coat, gave her dark eyes with light tints of red near the pupil.
She had an innocent exterior, but a phantom soul. She was a dark wolf by heart, yet she remained in silence...never trusting, never relying on another. She lived a life of a lone wolf, but now that had to change.
The herds were moving on, and by the time that the she-wolf caught up...they were gone. She needed to have a proper meal, have a proper rest. Hell! She needed a proper life.
Her name suited her...for her name was Whisper. Silent as the wind on a cloudless day, but her howl lasts forever.
She was small for a wolf of 3 summers, but she was powerful and very stubborn. She didn't like kind brutes, actually she didn't like any brutes. She hated their arrogance or their sucky behaviour, she hated show offs and she hated the L word.
She reached the edge of a territory, survival was the key now, no matter how much she would regret her future actions. She stopped at the outskirts and howled, calling for an alpha to come.
