Post by Anadust (Dusty) on Dec 8, 2005 19:44:46 GMT -5
Name -- Unknown
Pen Name (if needed) --
Age -- 3 years
Gender -- Femmora
History -- History. Past. Memory. Something she doesn't have.
One morning, on a cold, snowy day in December, she woke up to find herself curled up in the soft blanket of snow under a tree that had been stripped of its leaves. Unknown looked around her, and she couldnt remember anything. Nothing of her childhood, who her parents were, what her age was, not even her own name.
So, the lost femmora walked through snow and sleet, through many different packlands and through rivers. Once in a while she would hear something about the Vamp pack, when other loners warned her about them hunting lone varg. Unknown never responded, just trudged away and soon it seemed she had forgotten how to speak. When they asked her of her name, how could she respond? She had no name. She was no one. Then one day, after trying to get word out of her, a alpha shook his head gruffly and said "Go away. I dont deal with unknowns." And thats how she got her name. Unknown. Perfect fit, thought the femmora. While coming unto this land, she heard the cries of evil, of anger. Unknown didn't know who this pack was, or why they were howling like that. But somehow she felt drawn to it, and decided to settle close to their land, where the loners roamed...
Pen Name (if needed) --
Age -- 3 years
Gender -- Femmora
History -- History. Past. Memory. Something she doesn't have.
One morning, on a cold, snowy day in December, she woke up to find herself curled up in the soft blanket of snow under a tree that had been stripped of its leaves. Unknown looked around her, and she couldnt remember anything. Nothing of her childhood, who her parents were, what her age was, not even her own name.
So, the lost femmora walked through snow and sleet, through many different packlands and through rivers. Once in a while she would hear something about the Vamp pack, when other loners warned her about them hunting lone varg. Unknown never responded, just trudged away and soon it seemed she had forgotten how to speak. When they asked her of her name, how could she respond? She had no name. She was no one. Then one day, after trying to get word out of her, a alpha shook his head gruffly and said "Go away. I dont deal with unknowns." And thats how she got her name. Unknown. Perfect fit, thought the femmora. While coming unto this land, she heard the cries of evil, of anger. Unknown didn't know who this pack was, or why they were howling like that. But somehow she felt drawn to it, and decided to settle close to their land, where the loners roamed...
