On A Bird's Wing
Raven was lonely. She missed her pack, her mate, her old territory. The night had been passed with her curled up outside Deadwood pack's den. She didn't feel welcomed there.
The fact was she was lonely. The ability to change shape was hers, and so she decided to change. It was painful in someways, her body, the bones twisting and turning, cracking, but it was over quickly. Tannish skin and long coal colored hair to her waist was ravens few amazing fetures as a human. She appered to be small, being only 5'2 in height, though she was very strong. High cheek bones and blue green eyes made her face almost pretty, though in her mind she found herself to be nothing wonderful.
She was without clothing and though it was cold she ignored it. walking around on her feet, not carring about the rest of the world, the pack or herself she began to wander, though not too far, and not into the den. She found a sunlight place by a small bush and sat down and curled up on the ground letting silent tears fall. She would finally mourn her mate. The sight was sad, heartwrenching perhaps if anyone cared and knew. Though Raven knew here she would never be allowed to mourn her mate, and so she did it just this once, in what she thought to be secret.
Welcome! You appear lonesome, so I hope it's alright if I crash this thread. *Smile*
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Powerful golden paws thundered across the wasteland. Foliage was coming along, to Deacon's approval, it seems that with every passing day the landscape was returning to its former verde, how lucky he was. The golden brute walked as if the world belonged to him, and him alone, the arrogance that radiated off his burnt caramel pelt was a beacon in the distance; one might sense his pride before they smell his musk. He had been gone for his dens for a few nights, marking and remarking his territory and conducting other business that concerned only him. Broad tassel licked the sky, curling high to define his important position, and great jowls were clamped shut in an irritable line. It wasn't one of the brute's better days.
Lengthy limbs cantered with undying grace, especially for such a large creature. A physique carved by the Wilderness herself lay servant to that cunning mind, evident behind hellfire eyes. Those lovely indigo eyes, the perfect blend of blue-violet, like the sky before an epic storm with the same amount of danger and devastation. The handsome brute had been following an unfamiliar scent for quite sometime now, a creature that smelled wolven, yet dashed with hints of another species. The scent was coming for his den grounds, and whatever dares venture thus far without the golden brute's consent was going to meet warily with curving ivron fangs.
Breaking the brush, the powerful lupine, in all his amber glory, spotted the odd creature. Feral optics narrowed, those dark pupils shrinking into demonic slits as hackles bristled slightly in aggression. The brute was not nervous, far from that; the tension in firm deltoids was a warrior's acuteness. This creature stood taller then him, but the brute was a hundred to two hundred odd pounds of pure muscle, he could hold his own quite well. Cream covered jowls parted, as a rough tongue glided over ivron fangs, there was a demon sleeping beneath the pelt of this golden canine, who is this unfortunate creature that threatens to awaken the beast.
A low thundering growl, strangely quiet, parted pearly gates. "...And What is this? From where do you crawl from?" Velvet baritone vocals broke his stillness, none too sure the odd creature would understand.
Re: On A Bird's Wing
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No, please I welcome the company!
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The change from human to wolf could be quick should the need arise, and from bare human to dusky black and grey did she turn. tears from the human face fresh on the ground.
Lowering her body to the ground and staying still showing submission quickly, she stood up the smaller wolf looking dainty but strong all at the same time. Like an image shadowed over another.
"My Raven is Raven, I go by Brujo. My pack was burned alive killed by hunters. My mate my uncle and the Beta frought with me, we killed the hunters, but they did not survive."
The story was easy to confirm, she had fresh scaring and there had been smoke int he sky for some time. Her pack had been small and they went by no name, as most were werewolves, and able to create different living quarters for themselves. She was a strong female wolf, but there was a terrible air of sadness to her.
"I do not mean to intrude, merely looked for a safer place to sleep off what damage I could. If I offened you sir I will leave be on my way and try to see if there is a pack that wants me."
Before this she had had a mate, she had played withthe little ones of the pack she had power, respect and was always treated well. Every wolf had been. Now even the little ones were gone and she was with out purpose or protection in life.
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Re: On A Bird's Wing
Deuce watched the shift, approach of Deacon, and susequent unshify with some trepidtion. though she knew the beta had accepted the femme, she didn't know how Deacon would react. The minute Deuce realized she was concerned about it, she snorted with disgust and trekked her way down to where they wre.
"Deacon!" She arrived at his side, nuzzling him gently, before shooting Raven a foul glare. "hello child. You're looking...well."
Re: On A Bird's Wing
Raven noted the way the female acted. 'I see she is after the Alpha, I'll have to explain to her I don't want another mate, I just lost mine.' she thought to herself.
Steel with snow was her voice, "I am just fine little one. It seems your Alpha wondered who I happened to be. Fear not I mourn my mate I'm not trying for another."
That should kill the fued Deuce was trying to create. Though it was very untactful.
"I hope you both can forgive my lack of manners for that statement, but the last few days have been..." control yourself! You are not some simpering female who cannot function becuase her mate was ripped from her arms and killed infront of her
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