Post by Accalia on Dec 20, 2011 6:49:13 GMT -5
Under a sky hung with ribbons and streamers of deep purples and blues and reds, through the rocks and the grass of the steppes, a small red wolf ran across her future pack's territory. A bright hope and dream filled her heart. It was time.
Lyta's paws raised small puffs of dust as they pounded the steppe grass. The puffs were blown away by the icy wind that tore at Lyta's fur, made nothing upon the wind. The frost chilled her nose and made her sneeze.
Winter was almost upon the land. The small red wolf believed it was time. She knew of other wolves who would join her in this venture. The Steppe was cold in winter and a pack would need to join together to survive.
A pack. Lyta had dreamed of a pack for a long time, both faintly and sweetly when waking and vividly, confusedly, weirdly when asleep.
A pack that would be a haven for freedom of speech, hope, courage, comradeship. Lyta knew it could come true. It had begun to formulate out of the few wolves she knew were interested... now, when they needed to to thrive in the winter, was the time to seal the bond.
The small red wolf reached her destination. lifted her head and howled.
"I claim this land for the Aurora Caeli Alliance. I claim it to be the territory that feeds us, the mountains that support us, the fields we roam, the land that calls to our pride in our pack. I claim it in my own name, Lyta, and in the name of the hope, courage and freedom that will grace the Alliance."
Satisfied that all in hearing range would know that this was now the land of her Alliance, Lyta padded on. It was twilight, and growing dark. It was time to find a den. It was time to make this place her home.
Lyta's paws raised small puffs of dust as they pounded the steppe grass. The puffs were blown away by the icy wind that tore at Lyta's fur, made nothing upon the wind. The frost chilled her nose and made her sneeze.
Winter was almost upon the land. The small red wolf believed it was time. She knew of other wolves who would join her in this venture. The Steppe was cold in winter and a pack would need to join together to survive.
A pack. Lyta had dreamed of a pack for a long time, both faintly and sweetly when waking and vividly, confusedly, weirdly when asleep.
A pack that would be a haven for freedom of speech, hope, courage, comradeship. Lyta knew it could come true. It had begun to formulate out of the few wolves she knew were interested... now, when they needed to to thrive in the winter, was the time to seal the bond.
The small red wolf reached her destination. lifted her head and howled.
"I claim this land for the Aurora Caeli Alliance. I claim it to be the territory that feeds us, the mountains that support us, the fields we roam, the land that calls to our pride in our pack. I claim it in my own name, Lyta, and in the name of the hope, courage and freedom that will grace the Alliance."
Satisfied that all in hearing range would know that this was now the land of her Alliance, Lyta padded on. It was twilight, and growing dark. It was time to find a den. It was time to make this place her home.
