Persephone
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Some Things Are Worth Fighting For.
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Post by Persephone on Aug 19, 2008 16:22:43 GMT 10
Coming up the hill of light grasses and rocks, Persephone raised her head against the wind, and received a pleasant breeze. In front of her, an astonishing arrangement of rocks sat at the edge of the clearing. From the way the trees and grass smelt, she knew she was in another pack's territory. From their scent, however, they did not seem as low-minded and frivolous as her past family.
They weren't family, she reminded herself. Purely just a pack of crazed dogs.
Sighing, she walked towards the obscure arrangement of rocks and pebbles. From a distance, the rocks formed a shape of a mourning woman. Although Persey had not been around humans, she had been told of them, and they had been described to her in such a way that if she saw one, she would know it. The rocks, however, made her feel a sort of loss. Her mind clouded with anguish. She wished that she had a home and a pack to call family. The gods she prayed to heard her cry, but never took pity on her.
For a moment, she contemplated leaving the pack lands. But her better judgment abandoned her mind, and so she stayed. She collapsed her muscular body onto one of the large rocks, and scanned the area. No one seemed to be around.. But she hoped, and prayed, that a nice canine would come out of the shadows, and present her with the best gift she could be given..
A home.
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