Post by Felypsa on Jul 13, 2005 19:48:53 GMT -6
What did it matter anymore? What use was it to carry on? Ivory scowled at the ground, as if it had been the cause of all her life’s troubles. If she didn’t frown so much, she would have been a fairly attractive wolf. Her fur was off-white, and her eyes were a most peculiar shade of green. But Ivory didn’t care a whit as what she looked like. She wouldn’t have cared if her fur was bright red or if her eyes were star-shaped and bright gold. No matter what she looked like, she would always feel like a shadow, distant and invisible. But not a follower. Oh no. Ivory didn’t follow anybody—just the Alphas, but she mostly stayed out of their way. What did they care for her, anyway? She was just some random wolf in a pack that was, in her opinion, far too large. One could hardly find a moment of peace in the packlands. Ivory glared at the bustling wolves, who all had lives to live, adventures to have, loved ones to look after…and what did she have? In short, nothing. Nothing at all. She once had a family, but where did they go? Her sister went off adventuring with her prissy fool of a mate, her brother had vanished quite effectively, and her parents…maybe they were still alive. Ivory lowered her head, a little sadly. But then she was angry again. Her family had abandoned her! No unconditional love for her. If only there was something worthwhile to do with her life! But no. There was nothing but watch the other wolves lead the exciting lives, while she sat her and moped ineffectively about her past and future. It could make a wolf quite irritable—especially in the mornings.
