Post by Arete on Apr 3, 2016 21:31:36 GMT -6
Morning. It came early that day, forcing the young female to lift her head slowly and yawn silently as she laid curled up in her tiny shelter within the many crevices of the former Bridge of Aleisul. There were many things that the broken wolf hated, and mornings were one of them. Where she would once have leaped to her feet in excitement and run from whatever shelter they had chosen to play with her brothers or explore Anikira beside them, she now curled up in a tighter ball and grumbled slightly as she buried her nose under her tail. She dreaded the day, just like she dreaded the night, for she spent it all alone. Gone were the days of her short youth with her family, gone were the ones she loved and the ones that took care of her.
She was alone, broken and isolated from the world more than anyone could have known. At least those pups that had lost their families inside packs had the rest of their pack to support them and raise them. Arete had no one. Born to a litter outside of pack borders and pack protection, her life was now fraught with danger and near starvation. Finally, though, the grumbling and growling of her constantly empty stomach forced her to her feet. She was not exactly a large wolf, but even as she carefully made her way out of her makeshift den, she had to lower her head and crouch slightly to avoid knocking herself out on the low-hanging ceiling. Finally, however, she climbed her way out of the crevice she had chosen and stretched slowly back and forth as she stood on the solid, warm ground above.
The only meals she had managed the past few days had been tiny insects and small rodents, though none had been enough sustenance to fill out her dangerously thin form. One could say she was simply skin and bones at this point, but she carried so much fur around with her that it could be difficult to tell how skinny she was from far away. Upon closer inspection, the skeleton of a female was a rather pathetic sight indeed. Her fur, although well kept and carefully cared for, had dulled slightly from undernourishment, and it was clear that though she had once been bright and beautiful, she was now a ghost of her former self. The female had simply given up hope, just waiting to die from starvation or some creature larger and stronger than herself. For now, though, perhaps she would put in at least some effort when it came to hunting. She was terrible at it, but she knew very well that food would not simply fall from the sky and right into her waiting paws. Not anymore, anyways.
Rhys
She was alone, broken and isolated from the world more than anyone could have known. At least those pups that had lost their families inside packs had the rest of their pack to support them and raise them. Arete had no one. Born to a litter outside of pack borders and pack protection, her life was now fraught with danger and near starvation. Finally, though, the grumbling and growling of her constantly empty stomach forced her to her feet. She was not exactly a large wolf, but even as she carefully made her way out of her makeshift den, she had to lower her head and crouch slightly to avoid knocking herself out on the low-hanging ceiling. Finally, however, she climbed her way out of the crevice she had chosen and stretched slowly back and forth as she stood on the solid, warm ground above.
The only meals she had managed the past few days had been tiny insects and small rodents, though none had been enough sustenance to fill out her dangerously thin form. One could say she was simply skin and bones at this point, but she carried so much fur around with her that it could be difficult to tell how skinny she was from far away. Upon closer inspection, the skeleton of a female was a rather pathetic sight indeed. Her fur, although well kept and carefully cared for, had dulled slightly from undernourishment, and it was clear that though she had once been bright and beautiful, she was now a ghost of her former self. The female had simply given up hope, just waiting to die from starvation or some creature larger and stronger than herself. For now, though, perhaps she would put in at least some effort when it came to hunting. She was terrible at it, but she knew very well that food would not simply fall from the sky and right into her waiting paws. Not anymore, anyways.
Rhys
Valkyrie 
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