Post by Morgana on Feb 19, 2005 20:33:24 GMT
Her paws padded along the narrow-like tunnels, gravel kicking from beneath her feet. Her fur coat was covered in snow and ice from the coldness that blew from outside. It had been a while since she had last come here, the tunnels bare looking deserted. It was something her eyes were not accustumed to, after all in the past she had remembered the lycans filling every inch of the tunnels. Her golden eyes pierced through the daknress to find a cozy place near the fire. She layed down, feeling the snow melting down her back, soaking the ground around her creating mud.
The warmth and coziness that she felt made her seem to drift off into distant memories for which were fading within moments.
The familiarity that she felt looking into the past was home in her heart. She remembered Foster being the Elder of the clan at the time. She was confused at first, for she had only been a pup at the time. It was then she had met Mondia the future forest lycan. She recalled the arguments between Elder and clan for which lead to the leaving of Foster. Without a leader the clan was weakened earning the title as "human pets" from which the forest lycans seemed to call them.
It was then one took the place of leader, one whom none would even choose from...Mondia. It was then the forest lycans were formed which Mondia left her position leaving the lycans elderless again.
Then she, Morgana, took the role with Sealla by her side.
It was odd to think of the past for it all seemed so distant, though it seemed to her it wasn't. She looked up to see the flames dancing infront of her eyes. She wondered when of her kind would be back. But whom she wouldn't know. She continued to lay there, thinking of the past and the future, and what role she would play as fate's puppet.
The warmth and coziness that she felt made her seem to drift off into distant memories for which were fading within moments.
The familiarity that she felt looking into the past was home in her heart. She remembered Foster being the Elder of the clan at the time. She was confused at first, for she had only been a pup at the time. It was then she had met Mondia the future forest lycan. She recalled the arguments between Elder and clan for which lead to the leaving of Foster. Without a leader the clan was weakened earning the title as "human pets" from which the forest lycans seemed to call them.
It was then one took the place of leader, one whom none would even choose from...Mondia. It was then the forest lycans were formed which Mondia left her position leaving the lycans elderless again.
Then she, Morgana, took the role with Sealla by her side.
It was odd to think of the past for it all seemed so distant, though it seemed to her it wasn't. She looked up to see the flames dancing infront of her eyes. She wondered when of her kind would be back. But whom she wouldn't know. She continued to lay there, thinking of the past and the future, and what role she would play as fate's puppet.