Teach Me Your Ways [open] Aug 2, 2019 22:28:37 GMT -6
Post by Hydra on Aug 2, 2019 22:28:37 GMT -6
Hydra narrowed her golden blue eyes as she surveyed the lands before her. Bleak and barren, they held no sign of life. That was a real shame. She was bored out of her skin today; she could have done with some entertainment. She had rather felt like embarking upon a hunt today, to see if she could chase down some poor animal and make it fall under the power of her jaws. She yearned to know the feeling of sinking her teeth into prey which was still alive – to actually fight for her food and to be able to earn it herself instead of having it be killed for her and delivered. She wanted to be as self sufficient as possible, as soon as possible. That was the only way to get a real head start on her siblings, who were all physically growing at a faster rate than she. Not that size mattered. Mara, after all, her great mother, was small compared to other adult wolves – and yet she held power over all of Ravenis. That sort of power was what Hydra wanted some day. And she was determined to do all she could to achieve it.
Hydra stalked across the volcanic landscape, heading for the Pools of Clamour. Her favourite place in South Igneir. When she neared one of the pools, the ghostly pale she wolf crept to the edge of the waterline. The still liquid was crystal clear, with barely a ripple disrupting its glassy surface. She could see all the way down into the pool’s dark depths, where the souls of the fallen lingered. Hydra bent to lap at the cool water, imagining that she could taste the suffering of those who had died here. A tingle ran down her spine at the thought, and she withdrew, unsure whether she felt disturbed or not.
It was then that she noticed her own reflection staring back at her – a young white wolf with muddy brown markings upon its face. Hydra’s lips twisted in a scowl as she faced off against her mirror image. “What're you lookin' at, punk?” She said in her best imitation of toughness. But her voice was still too high pitched for the words to sound threatening at all. She growled to herself, then tried again, this time raising her chin in a scornful manner as she cast a sideways glance at the reflection. “Who do you think you are?” She was proud of the acerbic tone that time, her words cold and biting. She had a way to go yet, though, before anyone would actually take her seriously. It would help if she was bigger and if her facial features weren’t still those of a pup.
Hydra growled again, this time lashing out at her reflection with one paw. The reflection fell apart immediately, distorted by the splash, but returned after just a few seconds. Angry at its defiance, she took another swipe at the surface of the pool, but again her mirror image returned. This time though, its expression was more thoughtful than annoyed. The reflection cocked its head, then smiled at her. It was undefeatable. And so was she.