Post by .cay on May 20, 2011 20:45:12 GMT -7
Seething, the land before me wails in agony. There are trees of the darkest sort that seem to relinquish all light to their innermost bowels. The sky fades into grey against the lifeless treetops. From deep inside the mystic jungle, I hear the screech of a mother wild-cat. My spine tingles. There are creatures here who could tear me apart as soon as look at me, without a second thought as their dinner. And I was yet small, for all of my two years of age. I could not take on these creatures alone. As much as the idea tore at my soul, I would have to join -- god forbid -- or take up a pack. The latter seemed to be a better idea to me. Should I raise a pack I would be more suited to raise good, honest darqs than those ill-bred neutrals or even more detestable lites. Good darqs would fight in the name of the shadows, and suffer only at the living of the lites. Perhaps I could start the eradication of the demoralation of the lupine breed by those who call themselves lovers of Alpha... Yes. That would be my purpose. I would eradicated those blithe souls at the cost of their mortal lives. But first, I needed a good pack. And to have a good pack, I needed land. I stare around, searching. Could this be a terrace? Pausing, I sit lightly on my paws. After a while, I enter into the jungle as quiet as possible. I slowly make my way into what I percieve as the middle of the jungle, and find myself in a deserted, camp-like area. I look up upon the fluttering of a massive pair of birds' wings, and find myself looking at what was like a second floor of the jungle. I launch myself up two side by side trunks, and land softly on the second floor. It was a thick mat of woven trees, that made a large space between many of the surrounding trees. Where the floorspace connected with trees, there were small, hollowed out trunks that look like they used to be used for dens. I sneak to the middle, and see paw prints etched in the tree that supported it. This, this strange place, used to be a pack camp. I shake my head incredulously. After a while, what could have been hours or seconds, I raise my head in challenge. If there is an Alpha for this terrace, I demand your challenge! I settle down on all fours and look around eagerly. I would fight if it came down to it. But, after the sun finally set, and chill set into my bones, I had to admit this was an easy fight. The terrace was mine, and it was time to start looking for pack members. I jump off the mat and slither down a few trees before landing at a run and taking off in search of wolves.