Post by otho on Dec 10, 2010 22:31:29 GMT 8
Jalie
I walked into the gully, my sides normal again. The pups had been born a while ago, and they were a month old now. Already, the oldest, Tirona, a blind she-pup had run off. No doubt she'd headed straight for Modet and Snow Dawn's lot. What a surprise. Well, I guess I couldn't complain; after all, I'd done much the same thing, choosing to hunt with Soul Render.
There were only eleven now. There'd been thirteen though... Tirona was gone, running off to the enemy, but Thylra, the beautiful little white puppy, who'd seemed so fragile, had died one night, curled against me and her siblings for warmth.
"Twivir?" I said to the lagging wolf. His leg was twisted and bent, making him cripple for life.
"Here, there, everywhere," he muttered, and I grabbed him up by his ruff, carrying him into our home. I had been switching between carrying Reniflard and the poisonous young brute, both of whom had trouble keeping up, due to their legs. Reniflard was missing one of hers, and Twivir, of course, had a malformed front leg, as well as a slightly malformed hind leg.
Others walked around me, ahead of me, and behind me. Meita, a golden and white pup, who could somehow meddle with light. Dylo and Ete, both poison wolves were there as well, their green markings as bright as their father's. Mezor and Loup De La Nuit, both darkness wolves. étincelle, who had power over... Electricity. Qier, who could now whip up small thunderstorms, and finally, Abat-Jour, who was blind like Tirona, but unlike her, had no gifts.
I walked into the gully, my sides normal again. The pups had been born a while ago, and they were a month old now. Already, the oldest, Tirona, a blind she-pup had run off. No doubt she'd headed straight for Modet and Snow Dawn's lot. What a surprise. Well, I guess I couldn't complain; after all, I'd done much the same thing, choosing to hunt with Soul Render.
There were only eleven now. There'd been thirteen though... Tirona was gone, running off to the enemy, but Thylra, the beautiful little white puppy, who'd seemed so fragile, had died one night, curled against me and her siblings for warmth.
"Twivir?" I said to the lagging wolf. His leg was twisted and bent, making him cripple for life.
"Here, there, everywhere," he muttered, and I grabbed him up by his ruff, carrying him into our home. I had been switching between carrying Reniflard and the poisonous young brute, both of whom had trouble keeping up, due to their legs. Reniflard was missing one of hers, and Twivir, of course, had a malformed front leg, as well as a slightly malformed hind leg.
Others walked around me, ahead of me, and behind me. Meita, a golden and white pup, who could somehow meddle with light. Dylo and Ete, both poison wolves were there as well, their green markings as bright as their father's. Mezor and Loup De La Nuit, both darkness wolves. étincelle, who had power over... Electricity. Qier, who could now whip up small thunderstorms, and finally, Abat-Jour, who was blind like Tirona, but unlike her, had no gifts.