A New Dawning of a New Beginning

[Okablaya]

OOC:
Extremly mother fucking pissed to high hell, can't beleive the main admins bailed out on me, especially since they were the main part of the main plot.
Well, they're demoted unless proven they can keep to their word. As for now, I'm setting a new start so I am actually allowed to roleplay and not wait around for months on end for people dragging their ass.
~ and now for my post.



IC:

What would it be like, if your entire life, you were surrounded by faces of those you knew, trusted. They were your blood, your brothers, and the deep down love that kept you pure. The unity of hearts became whole in a pack, for loneness is the enemy of those who have a weak heart. The stability, wiped from your mind, as you slowly deteriorate in a state of thought and action that you yourself hated. Life is precious, you tell yourself, trying to follow the ancestral beliefs of your race.
But you cannot.
For you are dead without unity, stability, and your own sense of pride.

The orange duo of eyes shimmered in the darkness off the reflection of light seeping faintly through the walls. The leader was confused, darting around as the cave was still fairly dark, and not yet illuminating the rocks with the small crack of dawn’s light. Okablaya seemed to have woke up fairly early, for the sun did not yet rise. It was of a law, rather belief really, that one is to rise and fall with brother sun.
But today she was troubled, restless in her mind and body. Even if she wanted to sleep later on in the hours, she could not.
The raw hide skins of a bed were shoved inconveniently into the cavern corner, as the fire coals feet away throbbed with the hot red coals of the painted morning sky.
The young leader was now a proclaimed loner. Having to do the duties, chores, and patrol with only herself to walk beside her.
It was indeed, though, proving a difficult task. The wolves across the river had not yet heard from the birds the gossip. That one young female lycan was in charge of all the land of the North.
Surely her luck was running thin, but she tossed it to the back of her mind, and only carried on as is.
Almost cross-legged, she sat on the familiar flat stone that was sat upon often. Watching and waiting for the flames to grow in strength.
Set aside her, were long, thick strips of meat, tightly packed into a broth and small metal pot found on the borders of the human-land.
The all together meal was fairly poor in quantity, but was meekly the left over’s left behind by the stag she had brought down only days before. The task of hunting again had become more nuisance than survival, loners whither, and that is what she was doing. Proving for herself was more or less unimportant when having the responsibility, reliability, and hope from others to be in charge of their well-being.
Another log was lifted and tossed into the coal pit, instantly crackling and popping, giving new life to it’s being. The pot was placed on wooden handles tethered over the fire with hide bands.
But she did not feel hungry. So as the pot cooked, she stood, hand quickly grabbing her familiar spear, and whipping a bow set around her shoulder and back piece.

Heading through the water carefully and cauticously, the slipperly stones in the bare darkness was a hard opsticle to over come. But somehow, she did it, and reachced the border of the forest.
Each limb individually stepped with a supple firmness against the carved out trails of the forest. Centuries it seemed that ancestors and family alike wore through the repetitive path, causing the vegetation of push aside, and the ground to resort to a hollow, flat, hard mudded trail. Her thoughts were in the front of her mind, chewing and hacking at the stability all these years she had promised to keep.
“Forgive me,” she said aloud, her head tilted upwards with a shimmer of sorrow twinkling in the essence of her emerald eyes.
It seemed like weeks, months, maybe longer if her mind could conjure up the feeling. Her family, her mate, and those among her pack - the one thing that her kind held dearest: others.
Now gone.
Disapeared.
She had no idea where, when, or why.









NOT FINISHED ABSOLUTLY WHAT-SO-EVER!

[Kgosi]

A low, long howl bellowed across the land. Then silence took over. It had been this way for years, the unending silence echoing in his ears. Every now and then a coyote or some other desert-dwelling animal would snap it, sounding unnaturally loud after so long. He soon grew to appreciate the silence, but never became used to it. Cold nights and baking days over took his existence. He now knew why lone wolves were thought to be mad, because the solitude and silence ate at their minds until they seemed like porous rock, allowing sensibility to seep through until it vanished completely.
Kgosi knew he was mad, could tell by the strange visits from his mother's soul, the frightening things he saw both under mother moon and father sun, and the fits of uncontrollable laughter or rage. The only way to build back his sense of self was to find comfort in the presence of another of his kind, or so he concluded.
Once his paws touched grass, he fell and rolled within it, relishing in the cool breeze and the dew upon the blades. Repeating his call after sitting up, Kgosi glanced about. Soon spotting water and taking off after the shimmering spot a few yards away, praying it wasn't another trick of the eye or plain off hallucination. He ran into the water until chest deep, splashing it into his face and drinking deeply.