Post by x_Wolf||Spirit on Nov 10, 2008 22:18:51 GMT -5
Borne on the wind
There's a song, you see?
Of hunger and sadness
And defeated sorrow, it's uncanny.
A femme taken away
From the light.
Expected to hunt and play and cry
In the night.
She searches the land of unknown
Seeking the presence of another and
Perhaps the life of a true pack.
Her lost brethren.
There's a song, you see?
Of hunger and sadness
And defeated sorrow, it's uncanny.
A femme taken away
From the light.
Expected to hunt and play and cry
In the night.
She searches the land of unknown
Seeking the presence of another and
Perhaps the life of a true pack.
Her lost brethren.
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||^-<--Lamest five-minute poem evah! ||
[/color]The black femme padded slowly up to the large stone wall, her Islamic green orbs glittering in admiration. For, who would be able to make us a thing? This young female had no idea that this was a land blessed and cursed by the God, so just imagine her amazement at this glorious thing. She tilted her head and leaned forward, letting the sent of the thing fill her nares. It was a smell like none she had ever noticed.
With a sudden burst, she cringed and fell down to a crouch, a metallic taste filling her mouth. Pain seeped through her left side where a five-inch long gash lay, crimson further covering her coat at the sudden movement. She growled, annoyed, and stood. She was careful not to put too much weight on her left side, both because of the gash and the sprung back ankle.
This was Izanami. She was lost. She was hurt.
And she was too used to this pain. All her life she had been kept in the dark, taken away from her dying pack to live in caves with the females and other pups. She had developed a sort of vitamin C deficiency. Whenever she got hurt, she didn't heal well, and she had become even more prone to sickness. That was her situation now. She had been injured a week ago, trying to take down a buck. Real stupid, actually.
Now angry at everything by this odd formation of stone, her orbs scanned the wall for a way in. There was, of course, the faint sent of wolves. This was a good sign... perhaps. After a few minutes of looking, she could she that, almost out of her sight in the far left (Wow, every thing's in the left...), there was a brake in the wall. A hole, blown threw. Izanami didn't know if this was a blessing or perhaps a curse of karma, but she took the chance. With a wearily slow pace, she made her way over to the hole in the wall and peeked through. What caught her eyes stunned her.
A beautiful landscape full of blooming flowers and rolling hills was what met her gaze, the light from the sun forcing her to squint, though she had long gotten used to the sun's rays.
There was a sharp intake of breathe, not born from pain, and the raven-coated femme stuck a paw through, entering the foreign world. She half expected a large silver ghost to shoo her out of the land...
She had no idea what sort of things resided here. She sat, leaning against the new side of the wall for support, and waited for something to happen. Anything. Something that wouldn't disappoint her, not again.