Solitude No more?

[shadowpaw]

A life that knows no bounds: Shadow Paw


Perhaps she never realized it. So long had she spent surrounded by a realm of solitude, content in her own world. Perhaps she never really knew, that their kind was meant to be together; to thrive together.Maybe it had just never occurred to her, that indeed wolves were meant to form packs, alliances, friendships and enemies. Had it really been that long? Had it really been that long since she had known what it was like to be in a working, co-existing pack? Maybe it was being in solitude for so long that had changed her, reformed her into the female she is now who, is so different from the young wolf she used to be. Years in isolation from the world have broken her down, made it impossible for her opinion on the world and others to be heard; especially here, in a place all too new to her: a place where she had only dreamt of in her mind, on those lonely nights under the sky-alone.

Her huge cold and unforgiving gray-black eyes would tell her whole story but those eyes of hers are like locked doors and impossible to open. They cannot tell you all the laughs she has had, all the tears she has shed, all those mistakes she has made that have killed so many. As much as she would want to show the world, they cannot see the pain she feels everyday, how she puts on a fake facade to manipulate others into thinking she was such a perfect, beautiful, and quite female . She can not show you her soul or her true personality for most advert their gaze from her eyes that are so chilling: pupils as black as her pelt, a dark gray surrounding the pupils which, begin to fade lighter and lighter the father from the pupil, giving her eyes an eerie illusion.

Go ahead.Stare. Stare into those gray hued eyes that where set onto her blackened face if you can handle them. Look into them and try to figure her out: her past, her memories and her soul. All locked up in those fearful eyes, not her heart or her mind, but her eyes. So little to be seen and yet so much could be said. But the thing is she will not speak of any of it. She is a closed book no longer wanting to be opened by anyway. This was just the way she is- so unusual, so beautiful, so small and lithe, shrouded in darkness protecting an eerie secret of some sort.

Long, slender, and sharp outstretched talons connected to small, dainty black paws clicked in a rhythmic way every time she took a step over the rocks that were left uncovered by the snow. Muscles tensed and quivered under the black pelt with each short, yet quick stride. Her small black cranium moved side to side as she glanced around with no fear in her frozen heart, occasionally glancing down and seeing the remnants of a once gone creature that had traveled through. Still, looking down, she noticed cracks in the dark coal-colored rocks and it was so simple that she could not stop staring. Her life was like a rock, well not entirely- just about the cracks. At first you start off smooth, sometimes a little rough, but you have no cracks but than something happens and a little fracture line starts that only seems to get bigger.

She halted quickly for she had run out of room to walked forwards. She was now, at the edge of a semi-frozen pool of water (a lake or pond of some sorts), leading off into the distance beyond her view. A shiver ran up her spine as memories flooded back to her although the lake itself wasn't the one to bring the memories back, it was the slight sound of water in the distance, of the sound of the water before her. No matter how much she flailed and struggled, she could not get back to the surface, the current was too strong and she was being pulled down deeper and deeper. Her vision was clouded and the cold salty water of the winter stung every part of her body and showing no mercy. Her head shook violently from side to side, trying to erase the images of the past. That was than, this was now. Now, it was time for a new beginning. A new start on life where no one knew her- or her ways.

Eyelids came down, covering her eyes as she let her other senses take over. The night was cool, or the warmest it could get for early Spring in this area, and the moon was was almost out of view as it settled over the horizon as it made way for the warmth and light of the majestic sun which began to turn the sky many hues other than blue. There was nothing to be heard for everything was so silent except for the rustles of leaves, the cry of some bird of prey, or some small animal running through the snow. Her jaws opened slightly and an unusual melody poured out. It would have been beautiful if it wasn't tainted with her feelings of loneliness, her fears, and death among other things. She was a twisted wolf and her name, was Shadow.

Slowly she stopped, cutting off her melody and opening her eyes once more the world. Before she had felt so carefree and alive but now, now she might as well be dead. Shadow was confused, she did not know where she was, she hadn't been paying attention. Was the land under her small paws claimed by another? Did that mean she was intruding, that she was a trespasser. A slight groan escaped the small black female as endless thoughts and possibilities crossed her mind; she was not optimistic. But no, this was a place for loners and from the scents of this place no packed claimed it. She was safe- or safe from a pack, not safe from another loner or a band of them. Oh well, danger always followed her but she'd live. Once she decided the area was ok she would probably set off to hunt...

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[erica ``zentha]

Zentha;;

It was funny how the whole world could change within a few days. Was it even possible that so much could happen to someone like him? It was funny that just three years ago he had thought he met his love. His mind was suddenly pulled back to that very night, memories unwillingly flooding his livid head.

She stood there. Clear as day. A perfect slender figure waited, gracefully taking slow step by slow step. Her gray and brown tainted fur bristled in the gentle breeze of day. And then she turned. Dark voids of mysterious beauty pulled him in, and had him dazed in a mere second. He was trapped; absorbed in the magnificence that stood before him. She was absolutely breath-taking, and as she began to move towards him, Zentha was only sure about one thing. She had to be his; whether the whole world depended on it or not. This fae was going to belong to him someday. He’d rip the heads off of any brute that dare even look at the gorgeous femme, because he wanted her. And he wanted her all to himself.

After they spoke he had instantly become attracted. But it was weird. His father had always told stories about feelings greater then any other, there eyes would meet and the world would suddenly change forever, his stomach would twist and turn every time the fae he met whispered his name. And they would both no it was meant to be. Wasn’t that what he had felt though? Wasn’t lust and love the exact emotions? Zentha had imagined so, he couldn’t believe in anything greater than the way he felt for Inari. But he had been wrong. Believed something to be so true, that it seemed like reality. It had been a stable ground for him. And just as he suddenly got used to the fact that he had ruthlessly murdered the last thing that stood in his way, the rug had been ripped from under his paws.

And all of that had happened the day he met Niyah.

Cold dark eyes watched his surrounding. A layer of snow blanketed the hard rocks that lay beneath. He would soon be leaving this place. The snow could only be handled for so long before it was suddenly plain irritating. Maybe he’d travel to warmer climates, and get as far away from the snow as possible. There was only one thing it reminded him of anyways. Niyah, and the day he had first met the fae. But his whole goal since he had ran away from her, was to forget bout that night. Every single second of the day the world tried to remind him though. When could it ever be on his side?

Zentha would’ve spent the rest of the night thinking about her. Thankfully for once though, a distraction came for him. Came to save him from his regrets and miseries. A faint pitiful sound met his ears. They perked and listened as hard as possible for the direction of the sound. In any usual case he wouldn’t be able to catch the scent of the upcoming wolf, because of his inability to smell, but his ears had grown better and more useful over the years, and so they worked to his advantage. So he listened harder, and the faint sound of paws clicking on something pulled him closer to the sound. He continued to move, without even realizing it really. The morbid and heartbreaking song was pulling him closer and closer to the direction of the animal.

But than it stopped. He shook his head, becoming aware of his surroundings and being pulled from the trance. A fae stood a let ways ahead, and he guessed that’s where the sound must’ve come from. Was it even possible for a wolf to make such a pathetic and broken cry? He was only able to stare ahead, slowly awakening from his confused state.

[shadowpaw]

A life that knows no bounds: Shadow Paw


The world around her was at a stand still. Nothing seemed to move, nothing seemed to make a noise, nothing caught her attention. Once her aberrant cried ended her mind became a whirl of memories once more, drawn backwards in time by their power, by their lingering presence. Yet all she wanted to do was to forget- was it so hard to get that wish granted? These days the answer seemed to be yes. For almost a year she was haunted, haunted by the fateful night that brought her to these lands.

It happened in winter even though now was Spring, being here in this cold, snow covered place brought them back as livid as ever. The day had just begone and there was a celebration in her honor which, honestly she did not want. But who was she to deny her parents this simple joy even if it meant ruining her own life. She had always been afraid of the ocean yet somehow she found herself entering the frigid water that was half devoured by ice. To this day she still cannot recall why she did what she did but she always assumed it was to face her only fear at that time to prove she was worthy.

But she was a horrible swimmer and during those few steps in that never popped into her mind until the current pulled her down. Limbs flailing. Water in the lungs, up the nose, in the ears. The cold darkness all around. It never stopped trying to devour her and pull her down to its deepest depths of the ocean where no land mammal ever returned form.

That is how she felt now, she felt like she was drowning all over again. Drowning in her own self pity about how lowly she had become, how inconspicuous she was now, how unimportant. Yet she wondered if this was right, feeling this way. Shouldn't she have some positive outlook instead of feeling that the only good thing that could come to her was death? Death was something she did not fear anymore, there was no reason to after her experience. If her killed stood before her she would stand there as if she welcomed it, stand there and breathe slowly with her eyes closed and hope her last memory was a good one.

A tingling sensation began to envelop her small black paws which snapped her back into reality. There was no living in memories- you had to push on no matter what. It is only for the best. Slowly Shadow shifted her paws back and forth as she tried to get her blood flowing again but that was not her main concern. Her pale fog-like eyes were focused on the iced over lake and she could swear it was beckoning to her (a side effect isolation, you imagine hearing and seeing things). It was like an impulse, before she knew it she was at the edge of the ice, her small front paws inching forward. As she looked down and say her reflection only one word came into her mind; pathetic. She was so small, pitch black, with pale ghostly eyes. It was as if she was dead and for some reason because of this traits she was always treated differently.

Crack.

She knew what was happening before she even heard the sound. Her paws had been able to feel the thin ice start to give way yet she did not move, it was again something she thought she had imagined. The water was frigid, not something you would want to fall in completely. Thankfully though, the water was only a few inches above her paws. She had enough sense not to go all the way out but not enough apparently. The memories came back and she let out another howl but this one sounded more agonizing; like she was being torn on the inside. This was one of those times when she wondered if she was losing her mind but at the same time she knew the answer to be no. She just needed to find others who could keep her grounded, entice her from her shell and just let her be the female she is.

Whether she saw him first or smelt him first Shadow wasn't sure. All she knew was that she found herself walking out from the gelid water, her pale emotionless eyes set on the dark figure that seemed to be coming this way. From where she stood she could not tell what the intentions on the other was, nor of what gender the other wolf was but by the size she mused male. Great, a large male. Fate really did hate her, didn't it? It wasn't the fact that she was alone in this vast place that scarred her but the fact that he would probably loom over her and she hated her small stature even though she had some of the best advantages because of it.

Had he heard her howl? Had he heard her second cry of anguish? If she could blush her cheeks would be the deepest crimson red ever. She felt like he had heard something extremely personal about her and she wasn't sure if she liked that thought or not. Black ears stood erect as they tried to hone in on any sound the other wolf might be making, her pale eyes focused intently on the dark form, her long black tail shifting back and forth in anticipation, her sleek talons digging into the snow as if to hold her back. She would allow him to come to her if he really wanted to approach and if not, she would allow him to go on his way...


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