Post by Maya on Dec 29, 2010 23:52:12 GMT -5
Azaria
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[/size][/blockquote]There was something about winter that was always eerie and chilling. It was usually quiet; the only sounds to accompany any wanderer would be the sound of their breathing. No birds would add to the chorus of the wind and rustling leaves. No squirrels chattering to yell at whoever had snatched away their acorns. Everything was dormant as creatures took to their places to hibernate and wait until winter passed over. The occasional hare would burst from its hiding place to take a risk, but sometimes finding itself dead minutes later. This silence was odd and out of place, but winter was often something that certain wolves embraced. A breeze picked up from the north, rushing past the bare limbs of trees that moaned in their ancient language. The fingers of the wind arousing the soft, white fur that blended into the ivory landscape. There a three year old wolf lay on the ground at the base of a tree. The loner looked peaceful and tranquil as if she had passed on in her sleep. She was hardly noticeable and did look like she had passed away, but if one were to look closely they could see her sides rise and fall. They could somewhat hear the heart that stubbornly pushed blood through her veins, circulating around and around through every portion of her petite body.
As the winds persistence dragged onward, Azaria’s head dug further between her limbs. The cold that had once been far off now slamming her head on, and with a soft grumble she gave into the demands of the wind. She lifted her head from its position, and struggled to open her eyelids. After a few seconds of combating herself, her eyelids lifted and revealed stunning golden eyes that pierced through the white of the scenery, adding vitality to the world that seemed desolate and barren. Her alluring colored eyes squinted at the dazzling snow that remained untouched by freshly fallen snow. She gazed to her body where snow had collected upon her, making her seem like she too had been a snowflake that had fallen from the skies. She sat upright, feeling the snow roll off her back and onto the earth, rejoining their once separated counterparts in a silent reunion. The lively color within her vision broke from Azaria’s coat, and though her eyes seemed to float, it told others that she wasn’t exactly a paranormal being. She gazed at the snow that had attempted to cover up where her paw falls once had collided, but Azaria faintly saw the prints. Not like anyone would be dumb enough to leave the warmth of their dens to go further into the mountains she had climbed with ease. She had a lithe body, and the ability to launch herself from platform to platform where the path had crumbled and worn away due to landslides or other sorts of Mother Nature’s rage.
A soft yawn escaped the female, and though the grogginess still permeated off her visage, she was alert for this time of day. As Azaria’s eyes adjusted to the bright rays that beamed down upon the earth, she spotted no other sets of footprints. No other paw prints to signal the passing wolf. Her heart sunk slightly. The life of a loner was fairly harder than joining with a pack. She thirsted for any conversation, but had been frustrated that the bitter winds and dropping temperatures kept most away from the mountains. It was for good reason Azaria wagered, and even she had to admit she had trekked up the steep rocky surface to seek out protection more than anything else. Still her need for sanity had not been saturated, and though she enjoyed the companionship of others she doubted she would ever give up her freedoms. Azaria had been a loner all her life, and her parents were loners themselves. She was used to no limitations and boundaries, but suddenly strip that away from the whitened female, and one might find themselves with a problem on their hands. Azaria had no issue with authority even if she did think that the hierarchies of packs were corrupt, and there was no problem with adjusting to anything quickly, it was the matter of only speaking when spoken to. No one would want to listen to an omega or subordinate’s thoughts or ideas no matter how good they were because to Alphas she was a loner her entire life… What did she know?
Hell, packs had the easy way of life. Loners like her had to fight to get by. Azaria had never complained about the hard way of getting to certain things or places, but when a snobby pack member came around who was asking for an attitude adjustment, Azaria was there to guide them on the right path. Sure Azaria looked like a fragile female that even with the slightest of movement she could shatter, but press all the wrong buttons, and those golden eyes would ignite with such passion and fire that most found themselves being told off by a wolf that was shorter than they were. She may not have had the upper-hand in battles, but she could sure do a whole lot of damage verbally. She could tell off males twice her size with such fluent ease that they appeared stunned that this very female – despite what may or may not be running through their minds – could leave them stunned and frozen in confusion. A snort was forcefully exhaled through Azaria’s nostrils as she affirmed that there would be no way possible she would join forces with a pack. She was too independent and head strong and she felt that a pack would only try to stifle what she truly was. Of course, this wouldn’t sit well with Azaria, and she would up and leave without missing a heart beat.
She exhaled into the air, feeling the warmth of her breath pass through the crevices of her teeth before being exposed into the atmosphere. She watched as the vapor of her breath swirled in intricate patterns before her, dipping and twirling before dissipating altogether. Hauling herself to her dainty paws, Azaria stretched out before shaking out her coat. She moved forwards, leaving behind paw prints in the ground. To any unsuspecting wolf that wasn’t paying full attention, the increase of paw falls and no visible owner to them would arise some skepticism. They might even think that as each newly created print would lead them to believe that a restless spirit was gracing them with its presence. Naturally, if they squinted hard enough they would be able to see the floating golden eyes through the vast expanse, and maybe their worries would be whisked away. Azaria moved into a swift jog, listening to the silence that still crowded around her, but focusing on the sound of the snow crunching beneath her paws. Her tail flicked out behind her, revealing the boredom that threatened to encroach on her expressive and exploding golden gaze that was captivating. Strands of sinew flexed and rippled beneath her coat as she overworked the lands with ease. Azaria approached the spring swiftly, still stunned that it had not frozen over. The liquid moved fluidly over small twigs and branches that threatened to cease its movements but to no avail. Inclining her head, Azaria lapped up the freezing water before looking around at her new surroundings with the guiding light of the sun.
She had arrived late at night, the moon hidden behind the menacing gray clouds that had conquered the skies. Azaria had no time to investigate this place, and collapsed to her paws out of sheer exhaustion; however it was now a different story. She was refreshed and excited to explore but what good was exploring if she was alone? Azaria sighed heavily, sitting beside the pool of liquid, her gaze fixated upon the horizon, silently wishing for some movement or a figure to materialize in the distance. She would keep her hopes up. Someone would eventually have to pass by and they were bound to see her… Right?
Ooc: In the middle of all my excitement of creating a post, I set this in the mountains. Let's just pretend the forest has a really, really huge hill. lol
Sorry for the length. You don't have to match it but this is how I normally post. o.o
Hope it doesn't scare ya'll off!
