Nightingale
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 9, 2011
- Location
- |.Limbo.|
Light stood quietly, surrounded by the open air and the tall overbearing presence of the many trees. She could hear the distance howls of the pack. The run had began, and the hunt would soon follow. In this moment, memories flooded every facet of her being, overwhelming every last one of her senses. Reminding her of the pain and sorrow her heart yearned so wildly to forget. Lashes fluttered and golden orbs were revealed to the darkness. Their hue dancing like burning embers, illuminating the darkness before her. Whilst the pack hunted with Richard in her steed, Light awaited the arrival of the one member she had asked to meet her here.
They stood on the sacred ground of the Sauk-Fox reservation. A ground on which no evil could trespass. Though war was forbidden, she yearned to seek out the God who made them, and beg his word to grant her the means to destroy that which aimed to destroy them. There were many creatures that lurked in the night alongside her own. Many of them were natural enemies. She'd crossed paths with vampires, werecats, faeries and even golems and trolls. Her kind however, were different from the normal werewolves most of the new generation believed in. They took the forms of the dark beasts many envision, but each also had a form of a simple wolf with incredible gifts and talents. Light only had one.. as was the nature of the Blood line to the Alpha. Her form was a rare one.. one she did not reveal often.
Nimble fingers moved to brushed tresses of golden curls behind her ears. Straining to listen to any steps coming in the distance as her mind wandered... lingering on the real monsters. The Shadow hunters. Descendants of those who were once angels. They hunted her kind for sport, and eventually planned on making them extinct. They used the souls of the wolf kind to empower themselves, and barter their way into gaining wings of darkness. . .
"Where is he?"
She muttered under her breath, in an unmistakable thick Russian accent. Her patience was thinning..
They stood on the sacred ground of the Sauk-Fox reservation. A ground on which no evil could trespass. Though war was forbidden, she yearned to seek out the God who made them, and beg his word to grant her the means to destroy that which aimed to destroy them. There were many creatures that lurked in the night alongside her own. Many of them were natural enemies. She'd crossed paths with vampires, werecats, faeries and even golems and trolls. Her kind however, were different from the normal werewolves most of the new generation believed in. They took the forms of the dark beasts many envision, but each also had a form of a simple wolf with incredible gifts and talents. Light only had one.. as was the nature of the Blood line to the Alpha. Her form was a rare one.. one she did not reveal often.
Nimble fingers moved to brushed tresses of golden curls behind her ears. Straining to listen to any steps coming in the distance as her mind wandered... lingering on the real monsters. The Shadow hunters. Descendants of those who were once angels. They hunted her kind for sport, and eventually planned on making them extinct. They used the souls of the wolf kind to empower themselves, and barter their way into gaining wings of darkness. . .
"Where is he?"
She muttered under her breath, in an unmistakable thick Russian accent. Her patience was thinning..