Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2013 10:27:21 GMT
Pluton Leader Smiff
Thick white powder drifted towards the ground, guided by the gentle breath of the wind. The weak winter sun had nearly finished setting, streaks of pink through the clouds that were beginning to gather signalling the end of another thankless, cold day.
The young she-wolf trudged along, sneezing as a cluster of snowflakes settled themselves of her nose; head drooping, tail trailing behind her, she cast around for some form of shelter, for the darkening sky and the wind that had sprung up promised to bring more than a gentle snowfall that night. Hunger gnawed at her, her belly three days empty despite a day of fruitless search for prey. She just wanted to lie down and sleep - being a loner in winter was beginning to take its toll. It was at times like this that she almost missed the comfort of the Tempest pack - but there was no going back there for her now. Not after what she'd heard by eavesdropping on the meeting. Even Ryu, her last real friend in the pack, she could no longer count on in any way - his elevation to leader had shown him to be empathetic to his members, strong, and capable - but with a hatred of felines almost equal to Brooke's. The brown-furred female did not want a friend who was willing to sink to the level of the Iris Pride, capturing and torturing their enemies.
Valkyrie sighed, breath exhaled in a cold mist that reminded her of the danger she would be in out in the open. In winter, one added the dangers of being attacked by malicious strangers to that of dying of cold - on several occasions already, she had already made do by digging a a shallow den. It was something more common to canines such as foxes, but it was better than nothing. On this particular occasion, though, she only just had the energy to put one foot in front of another.
Peering around in the gathering darkness, her keen eyes picked out the shape of a building, a castle, as it had been called by the humans - about ten minutes' walk away at her current pace. Grunting, she forced herself to a trot as the wind rose to a shriek, pulling at her fur, blowing shards of snow into her face. Her countenance brightened as she entertained the possibility of there being prey inside the vast place that was her destination - doubtless, though, it had other inhabitants - it was too big and solid to not be used by others as a refuge.
You're such a pessimist these days, she chided herself as she pushed on, paw-pads and nose nearly numbed by the gathering snowstorm. Soon enough, though, she reached the doorway of the castle, the once solid wooden gate now rotted through and swinging crazily in the wind. Dodging past it, she stumbled through the sheltered entrance, through the courtyard, and into the entrance hallway. Picking the first room she spotted, the exhausted young female pushed herself through the doorway and collapsed on a once-ornate carpet in front of a long-disused fireplace, letting herself fall onto her side with a groan. Even as her eyes fluttered and began to close, a sound nearby caused her hackles to rise, ears pricked and swivelling as she forced sleep-filled eyes open.
Thick white powder drifted towards the ground, guided by the gentle breath of the wind. The weak winter sun had nearly finished setting, streaks of pink through the clouds that were beginning to gather signalling the end of another thankless, cold day.
The young she-wolf trudged along, sneezing as a cluster of snowflakes settled themselves of her nose; head drooping, tail trailing behind her, she cast around for some form of shelter, for the darkening sky and the wind that had sprung up promised to bring more than a gentle snowfall that night. Hunger gnawed at her, her belly three days empty despite a day of fruitless search for prey. She just wanted to lie down and sleep - being a loner in winter was beginning to take its toll. It was at times like this that she almost missed the comfort of the Tempest pack - but there was no going back there for her now. Not after what she'd heard by eavesdropping on the meeting. Even Ryu, her last real friend in the pack, she could no longer count on in any way - his elevation to leader had shown him to be empathetic to his members, strong, and capable - but with a hatred of felines almost equal to Brooke's. The brown-furred female did not want a friend who was willing to sink to the level of the Iris Pride, capturing and torturing their enemies.
Valkyrie sighed, breath exhaled in a cold mist that reminded her of the danger she would be in out in the open. In winter, one added the dangers of being attacked by malicious strangers to that of dying of cold - on several occasions already, she had already made do by digging a a shallow den. It was something more common to canines such as foxes, but it was better than nothing. On this particular occasion, though, she only just had the energy to put one foot in front of another.
Peering around in the gathering darkness, her keen eyes picked out the shape of a building, a castle, as it had been called by the humans - about ten minutes' walk away at her current pace. Grunting, she forced herself to a trot as the wind rose to a shriek, pulling at her fur, blowing shards of snow into her face. Her countenance brightened as she entertained the possibility of there being prey inside the vast place that was her destination - doubtless, though, it had other inhabitants - it was too big and solid to not be used by others as a refuge.
You're such a pessimist these days, she chided herself as she pushed on, paw-pads and nose nearly numbed by the gathering snowstorm. Soon enough, though, she reached the doorway of the castle, the once solid wooden gate now rotted through and swinging crazily in the wind. Dodging past it, she stumbled through the sheltered entrance, through the courtyard, and into the entrance hallway. Picking the first room she spotted, the exhausted young female pushed herself through the doorway and collapsed on a once-ornate carpet in front of a long-disused fireplace, letting herself fall onto her side with a groan. Even as her eyes fluttered and began to close, a sound nearby caused her hackles to rise, ears pricked and swivelling as she forced sleep-filled eyes open.
