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01-10-2013, 08:30 PM
The lightly built fea pranced around the beautiful forest. Her orange eyes widen at the sight of such beauty but yet there was a dark fear of this mysterious forest. Light shined down through the branchs of the trees and the Iberianess’s coat glinted with the sun’s rays. She was quite weary about this gorgeous place. Fear still seemed to be digging inside of her body and biting right into her bones. Her hackles raised and her ears twitched and turned with every sound, analyzing it and making sure it was not a threat.
New smells poked and nipped at her nose with each step. Then the lupa stopped dead in her tracks. The golden pelted she-wolf scanned the land in front of her with a deep snarling rising from her throat. The dark shadows from the trees played tricks on her mind and caused her to believe that someone was watching her. The fear was now absorbing Ayaka and she was about ready to dash away but, unstead of fleeing, the frail Iberianess tried to shake off the fear, and push forward.
'I am a wolf. The top feared and a top predator. Why must I be so fearful of something as silly as the woods?’ She thought to herself. 'I will get used to this place… I just have to get to know it a little.’
As she uneasily trotted on, she saw a very old fir tree. With a slight tip of her head, she tensely walked forward. A crystal clear pool of water was right at the tip of her paws. She lowered her head to take a drink. Stones that were tinted red layed at the bottom of the pool. "Is that," She could bearly even get the last word out of her mouth. "blood?” She said in a meek voice. It looked so beautiful, but yet to threatening. The fear again started to bite at her spine, and she nearly collapsed to her knees.
As she regained her steadiness, Ayaka pawed at one of the stones. She was almost mesmerized at the blood red stone, but yet was still so afraid. A wet nose tapped the rock and she rolled it back into the beautiful waters.
New smells poked and nipped at her nose with each step. Then the lupa stopped dead in her tracks. The golden pelted she-wolf scanned the land in front of her with a deep snarling rising from her throat. The dark shadows from the trees played tricks on her mind and caused her to believe that someone was watching her. The fear was now absorbing Ayaka and she was about ready to dash away but, unstead of fleeing, the frail Iberianess tried to shake off the fear, and push forward.
'I am a wolf. The top feared and a top predator. Why must I be so fearful of something as silly as the woods?’ She thought to herself. 'I will get used to this place… I just have to get to know it a little.’
As she uneasily trotted on, she saw a very old fir tree. With a slight tip of her head, she tensely walked forward. A crystal clear pool of water was right at the tip of her paws. She lowered her head to take a drink. Stones that were tinted red layed at the bottom of the pool. "Is that," She could bearly even get the last word out of her mouth. "blood?” She said in a meek voice. It looked so beautiful, but yet to threatening. The fear again started to bite at her spine, and she nearly collapsed to her knees.
As she regained her steadiness, Ayaka pawed at one of the stones. She was almost mesmerized at the blood red stone, but yet was still so afraid. A wet nose tapped the rock and she rolled it back into the beautiful waters.
