Post by Nova, the wandering star on Feb 23, 2006 18:40:25 GMT -5
Nova, once a proud wolf, of the highest rank. Now, just a wondering soul, looking for a place to call home. Her pack, which she was born into, and slowly earned her way to the top, was destroyed by a plague of rabies. She and her mate left, along with her soon to be born litter, before they were infected. But Rain, her mate, was murdered by a grizzly bear, who had also been captured by the vicious disease. Slowly, her small litter of pups disappeared before her eyes, succumbing to illness, and hunger. Until only one was left. The runt of the litter. His name was Luca, and he made it to one year, before his weak immune system gave way to the cold harsh winter.
Now she searches for a way to relieve her pain. A way to release the rage, fear, sadness, and agony, welled up inside her. She won't allow herself to trust, or love anymore. So as she searches for love and acceptance, not even she accepts herself.
In appearance she was a radiant wolf, with shining dark crimson fur, only broken by the blinding white upon her dipped face, and the soft black velvet around her small paws.
Her dark grey opticals seemed to look into your mind, into your heart, if you stared into them. Oh one could get lost in those eyes. Around her neck dangled a thick golden chain, making the soft ring of tiny bells as she walked. And grasping the end of that chain was a sparkling green emerald, that, when caught by the moons light, glimmered like a diamond.
She walked with her head held high, her eyes challenging anything daring enough to stand in her way.
Though completely lost in herself, she made sure it didn't seem that way to the naked eye. Always searching for her place in the world, she wondered the land, which gave her her title, and she carried it with pride, Nova, the wondering star.
[/center]Now she searches for a way to relieve her pain. A way to release the rage, fear, sadness, and agony, welled up inside her. She won't allow herself to trust, or love anymore. So as she searches for love and acceptance, not even she accepts herself.
In appearance she was a radiant wolf, with shining dark crimson fur, only broken by the blinding white upon her dipped face, and the soft black velvet around her small paws.
Her dark grey opticals seemed to look into your mind, into your heart, if you stared into them. Oh one could get lost in those eyes. Around her neck dangled a thick golden chain, making the soft ring of tiny bells as she walked. And grasping the end of that chain was a sparkling green emerald, that, when caught by the moons light, glimmered like a diamond.
She walked with her head held high, her eyes challenging anything daring enough to stand in her way.
Though completely lost in herself, she made sure it didn't seem that way to the naked eye. Always searching for her place in the world, she wondered the land, which gave her her title, and she carried it with pride, Nova, the wondering star.
