Post by Destiny on Jan 18, 2008 14:20:16 GMT -5
This place was empty. Empty save for the prey that lived here, and a single she-wolf, to whom the vegitarians paid no heed. The ignorant animals were doomed to die someday. As doomed as she was. However though she would be remembered as a strong leader, the grass-eaters would be nothing but a full stomach. The wolves that would live here would live off of this land. Live here under Destiny's rule. Under fate's rule as well. They would be the Echo pack, led by the she-wolf who stood so proudly in the center of her territory. Their name would be the echo that the dark, evil wolves would so greatly fear.
The castle-like structure held a moat, that flowed from a tiny stream that led away from the territories. The only source of water. It was fresh, however, and pleasing to taste. There were few fish in there, but the amount of food around here was just enough to cover that loss. That was something the she-wolf regretted. She loved the taste of fish. Ah well, gain some, lose some.
The she-wolf lifted her muzzle to the sky. It was a beautiful day, sunny and nearly cloudless, save for small whisps of white that tainted the blue. Her golden eyes sparkled like molten gold in the sunlight, and her muzzle opened. Unleashed from her vocals was a powerful howl, a howl much unlike it's bearer. She looked fragile and beautiful, like porcelein. However, she was not. She was a natural, strong leader, and that was how it would be. This land was hers, and hers alone. Whoever oppose aught to approach her now, or forever hold their peace.
Again the she-wolf howled, but this time it was of joy and prosperity. A song to all lone wolves who were on her side. A song of invitation. She would not turn away any wolf who was willing to hunt with her. Her good nature would not allow it.
The echoes of her howl faded. Quite unlike what Destiny, the alphess of the Echo Pack, pictured her pack to be. They would be strong. They would be powerful. Let them come!
The castle-like structure held a moat, that flowed from a tiny stream that led away from the territories. The only source of water. It was fresh, however, and pleasing to taste. There were few fish in there, but the amount of food around here was just enough to cover that loss. That was something the she-wolf regretted. She loved the taste of fish. Ah well, gain some, lose some.
The she-wolf lifted her muzzle to the sky. It was a beautiful day, sunny and nearly cloudless, save for small whisps of white that tainted the blue. Her golden eyes sparkled like molten gold in the sunlight, and her muzzle opened. Unleashed from her vocals was a powerful howl, a howl much unlike it's bearer. She looked fragile and beautiful, like porcelein. However, she was not. She was a natural, strong leader, and that was how it would be. This land was hers, and hers alone. Whoever oppose aught to approach her now, or forever hold their peace.
Again the she-wolf howled, but this time it was of joy and prosperity. A song to all lone wolves who were on her side. A song of invitation. She would not turn away any wolf who was willing to hunt with her. Her good nature would not allow it.
The echoes of her howl faded. Quite unlike what Destiny, the alphess of the Echo Pack, pictured her pack to be. They would be strong. They would be powerful. Let them come!
