Show the world the Love that you stole.
Beqanna was a land of monsters. That was a piece of wisdom imparted on the girl as soon as she took her first step. Her first breath, her first taste of milk and fear. It was something she felt coiled in her chest when she looked into the clear blue eyes of her mother. Eyes that gazed through the little girl and saw nothing but the shadows of the monster she would become.
It didn't take long for Indatha to figure out as she watched her mother disappear into the trees to be swallowed by mist and shadow, another wolf to whisper on the winds. She was a strong girl, her mother told her, she would find those that fit and those that saw her as a pawn, and it was up to her to decide if she would be wolf or sheep. Too much for something so fragile, so new to really understand. But she would make the most of the gifts her parents gave her.
She is a shadow among shadows. Wandering through the woods with little but her name to separate her from the other newborns this season. Her horns are nubs of bone contrasting against the ashen color of her hide and the silvery tufts of mane. A soft red glow seems to emanate from her, casting her in an otherworldly glow. A bubble of silence seemed to surround her as the woodland critters sensed danger in their midst and run. She stops when she finds someone, or something, that doesn't.
The creature before her is something that she has no name for. One of the monsters that she had been forewarned of. One of the things that bumped in the night. One like her. She reaches a tentative nose out to sniff at the thing, her delicate features shifting from wary to awestruck.
"What are you?" she whispers to the thing, not wanting to scare it off but hardly expecting much response.
It didn't take long for Indatha to figure out as she watched her mother disappear into the trees to be swallowed by mist and shadow, another wolf to whisper on the winds. She was a strong girl, her mother told her, she would find those that fit and those that saw her as a pawn, and it was up to her to decide if she would be wolf or sheep. Too much for something so fragile, so new to really understand. But she would make the most of the gifts her parents gave her.
She is a shadow among shadows. Wandering through the woods with little but her name to separate her from the other newborns this season. Her horns are nubs of bone contrasting against the ashen color of her hide and the silvery tufts of mane. A soft red glow seems to emanate from her, casting her in an otherworldly glow. A bubble of silence seemed to surround her as the woodland critters sensed danger in their midst and run. She stops when she finds someone, or something, that doesn't.
The creature before her is something that she has no name for. One of the monsters that she had been forewarned of. One of the things that bumped in the night. One like her. She reaches a tentative nose out to sniff at the thing, her delicate features shifting from wary to awestruck.
"What are you?" she whispers to the thing, not wanting to scare it off but hardly expecting much response.
Indatha
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