Feb 20, 2015 14:29:02 GMT -5
Post by MERONA on Feb 20, 2015 14:29:02 GMT -5
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It was deep, deep into the threads of night when the pale dame first slunk towards Gröavche, her paw steps silent against the darkened sky, echo-less beneath a twinkle of forgotten, star-bound spirits. She steadily twisted and wove her way through the trees, only to find herself immediately disgusted with the place and the scent as her front paws sank into a deep glop of mud. Merona, her nose metaphorically upturned now, struggled to find release for her paws and inched slowly away from the muddied pit. Eventually, and with a loud sucking noise, her paws slipped out and she was left to huffing in irritation as she noticed the state of her previously tan and white legs. Great. Two steps in and I'm already covered in this gunk. Merona hastily shook her paws of the last heavy remnants of slime and moved again through the leaning trees, her eyes more carefully considering her tread now. As it were, Sinead had sent her to do a tiny bit of surveying, making note of the neighbors and tracking them for a day or two, more if at all possible. She was to report on the number and condition of the pack, as well as anything regarding the former Einheit sklavin, Chalandra. Merona herself cared little for the scroungy she-wolf and felt an uneasy twinge of happiness at the thought that a proud vixen like her would be roughing it in a place like the swamps she now crept through.
Besides the pleasant, inviting aroma, the land was horribly marshy and difficult to navigate, which presented its fair share of dangers and became more troublesome to an outsider like herself. Even on the sunniest of days, Merona highly doubted the brightest light would have much effect on the swamp land, and if it did, it would only serve to intensify the stink with a warm, gooey heat. Ugh. Just to think of it made her fur stand on end. And to make matters worse, at the current moment it seemed to be wholly covered in a strange mist--so thick in parts that Merona had to wonder what other unseen horrors lay beneath the opaque haze. Maybe there was more than one answer to the stench that inhabited this land! It would be no outstanding revelation to conclude that a wolf or two had died in their travels, lost to the maze that shifted and changed around her. Everything looked the same when covered in limp trees that leaned down to the ground. Add a ooze of dark brown there, a hint of oddly glowing moss there and finding one's direction was clearly and easily halted... With her mind running wild, Merona was becoming increasingly skiddish, and suddenly wondered why she'd taken Sinead up so quickly on her assignment. She'd wanted earnestly to prove herself to her alpha, allow Sinead to rest in the fact that she had picked a competent and willing sklavin. But now, as a croak of frog sounded behind her, Merona felt utterly alone and small. Nervously, the she-wolf glanced above to catch sight of the stars and found only an extension of swirling clouds. Maybe Eperna herself didn't even reside here.
But she had to keep going. Sinead would be whelping tiny pups soon, and she would be needed to feed her alpha and keep her comfortable in the next invigorating weeks. Just to think that pups would soon burst from Einheit! The pack would be a force to reckon with, stronger now that the sklavin leech that was Chalandra had been plucked. Focusing herself with the mindset of tiny Einheit mouths to protect, Merona lowered herself slightly and crept again into the bog's misted depths. It was all too clear that she'd have been none too happy had her dominor dragged her back here from the Auktion Rock. She loved Einheit desperately, with it's fiery heat and clean, rugged air, the scrabble of rocks underpaw and warmth of sun baths during the daylight hours... And yet, there had been rumors and whispers of the reckless abandon that echoed inside these boundaries, scraps and snippets of conversation she'd picked up between Sinead and Eneko. Apparently the Alpha here was a massive brute with the strength and brazen audacity (as Sinead had put it) to free wolves from the sklavin class. Merona herself had never heard of such a thing. And as much as she appreciated her life with Sinead, something in the tan she-wolf stirred at the thought, faintly wondering if the Gröavche Alpha, should he be all that was spoken about him, would have offered her such a thing as freedom.
SQUISH! In her mental wanderings through the darkness, Merona had once again, slipped into a mud pit. Cursing herself internally, the she-wolf clamored around for a moment, blue eyes looking for a foothold--for anything really--for which to struggle against. The mud had slid up to her chest this time, and the she-wolf tried vainly to override the panick that had begun a boil in her stomach. She hadn't a voice to call for help. And she'd surely be starved or otherwise worse off by the time Sinead got around to hunting her down. Thinking fast, Merona spotted a branch and wiggled to reach it with her teeth. As it brushed her muzzle she clamped down, slowly straining against the thick mass. It was a few moments and a lot of huffs later when she did work her way out, noting dismally that her coat was now more mud than actual fur. Angered by her surroundings, Merona growled silently to herself. She didn't know which way she was going and she certainly didn't want to fall into another pit of muck again. Plopping down, Merona despondently decided she needed a moment to breath and consider what move to take next.✧✧✧
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