Post by Sphuul on Jan 26, 2014 22:45:24 GMT -5
The house of wolves you built
Will burn just like a thousand suns.
Will burn just like a thousand suns.
Late summer wind sifts through the trees as the sun begins to fade over the horizon. The deep, thick forest, usually loud with the chatter of small animals and their movements, quiets and a stillness settles over the area. The woods hold their breath as an ebony wolf steps among them, the first canine to set foot within these green walls in many moons. Her head is held high, amber eyes scanning the path ahead, shoulders held regally stiff as she surveys the area. Greenery surrounds the female, encasing the utterly tiny clearing she stood in. As she takes a step forward, her ears swivel to catch the ghost of noise echoing through the halls of wood, carried by the warm breeze. Her eyes catch the entrance to an old, abandoned den across the clearing, and her path alters to end there.
The scent of the denmaker had washed away long ago. The female kneels to stick her head in, finding it a suitable size with minimal wear. It would do, for now. The dirt was soft and supple beneath her feet, promising an easy dig if she were to desire expansion or relocation. This was prime territory, suitable for a future pack to reside. With a smirk, she circled the clearing, marking the area as hers. Anyone who came across it would know it was claimed, and if they were smart, would run before she would find out. Satisfied with her work, she padded back to the entrance to the den, a victorious howl beginning to echo through her bones. She surrendered to the sound, raising her maw to the sky and calling out to the heavens, the dominating sound echoing for miles.
Maven had arrived.
The scent of the denmaker had washed away long ago. The female kneels to stick her head in, finding it a suitable size with minimal wear. It would do, for now. The dirt was soft and supple beneath her feet, promising an easy dig if she were to desire expansion or relocation. This was prime territory, suitable for a future pack to reside. With a smirk, she circled the clearing, marking the area as hers. Anyone who came across it would know it was claimed, and if they were smart, would run before she would find out. Satisfied with her work, she padded back to the entrance to the den, a victorious howl beginning to echo through her bones. She surrendered to the sound, raising her maw to the sky and calling out to the heavens, the dominating sound echoing for miles.
Maven had arrived.
Brick by brick by brick.
These walls begin to cave in,
The house of wolves you built
Is burning a thousand times.
These walls begin to cave in,
The house of wolves you built
Is burning a thousand times.
