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Frogger
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jun 10, 2012
- Location
- Out Of This World
How bitter love can be. How manipulative, and cruel. At times it is like ambrosia on the tongue, rich and heady, fulfilling and addictive all at once. Many make it out as a blessing, something to be cherished. It's really quite easy to see why they perceive it as such, for who could hate such an exhilarating feeling? It grants a heart wings. soaring it to new heights that it would never achieve on its own. The whole world is at one's fingertips.
Then...that love is ripped away, leaving that person bleeding into a gaping hole where a heart used to beat. Does that make love sound like such a blessing? No, it is more like a curse. Werewolves mate for life. It is their way. What is there to do when a mate is forced into the Void, beyond reach? Nothing at all. Love is a curse, one dealt to those who aren't careful with their hearts.
Silver moonlight dominated the night sky, not one star daring to try and compare to the brilliance of the moon. The forest was rich of life. Little birds chirped inside the trees, squirrels scrambling along branches. A deer was even spotted, grazing quietly in the shadow of a hollow oak. Under the trees could be seen hundreds of wolves, all part of the same pack. There was no physical attributes that tied them together. All were different colors, different sizes. What held them together was a bond like no other. It was of family, or close to it.
Keelia raised her head to the moon. Although she was still in her human form, she was just a part of the forest as the wolves were, and would transform in just a moment. Her bones ached for the change. Although werewolves can change at almost any moment they want, she always held hers off until the full moon. That was the perfect time to run, and to have animal instincts guide the way. That's what she wanted. To not feel the pain of human loss.
Her hair was a dark ebony that shimmered like a river down her back, her eyes an unusual teal shade. They were so shocking, so electric, they were almost neon. Yet they were beautiful with the darkness of her hair, and the bronze tone of her skin. They held no joy for life however. Instead they were a listless blank. Her stance was tall and firm. Even her body was willowy, graceful. Though she was a female, this pack was hers to lead. There was no male to take reign. It was her duty. No one else's.
A growl rumbled up her throat, and throwing her head back, a howl shattered the nightly silence, the change coursing like hot acid through her body as bones broke, remolding themselves into the shape of a wolf's.
((For this I was sort of hoping for a werewolf relationship between two clans that are less than friendly towards each other. Not to mention there will be a group of Elders protesting this.))
Then...that love is ripped away, leaving that person bleeding into a gaping hole where a heart used to beat. Does that make love sound like such a blessing? No, it is more like a curse. Werewolves mate for life. It is their way. What is there to do when a mate is forced into the Void, beyond reach? Nothing at all. Love is a curse, one dealt to those who aren't careful with their hearts.
Silver moonlight dominated the night sky, not one star daring to try and compare to the brilliance of the moon. The forest was rich of life. Little birds chirped inside the trees, squirrels scrambling along branches. A deer was even spotted, grazing quietly in the shadow of a hollow oak. Under the trees could be seen hundreds of wolves, all part of the same pack. There was no physical attributes that tied them together. All were different colors, different sizes. What held them together was a bond like no other. It was of family, or close to it.
Keelia raised her head to the moon. Although she was still in her human form, she was just a part of the forest as the wolves were, and would transform in just a moment. Her bones ached for the change. Although werewolves can change at almost any moment they want, she always held hers off until the full moon. That was the perfect time to run, and to have animal instincts guide the way. That's what she wanted. To not feel the pain of human loss.
Her hair was a dark ebony that shimmered like a river down her back, her eyes an unusual teal shade. They were so shocking, so electric, they were almost neon. Yet they were beautiful with the darkness of her hair, and the bronze tone of her skin. They held no joy for life however. Instead they were a listless blank. Her stance was tall and firm. Even her body was willowy, graceful. Though she was a female, this pack was hers to lead. There was no male to take reign. It was her duty. No one else's.
A growl rumbled up her throat, and throwing her head back, a howl shattered the nightly silence, the change coursing like hot acid through her body as bones broke, remolding themselves into the shape of a wolf's.
((For this I was sort of hoping for a werewolf relationship between two clans that are less than friendly towards each other. Not to mention there will be a group of Elders protesting this.))
