Post by Arien Verloren on May 13, 2007 13:53:43 GMT -5
Many long years ago, before any wolf can recall any memories, El Rio Triste and Stelle di Cielo were one. One pack, relativley happy in the forest. Under one stern, but understanding alpha--Fiero. The wolves, comeing from many parts of the world, were together only because of the fear the outer world posed. But never the less, the acted always in harmony, as a family. All wolves spoke many tounges, but all understood eachother well enough. However, there could be one flaw, one flaw that Fiero saw every day. But he, true to his name, was too proud to admit it. He was proud of his rag-tag pack, brought together from the hidden coves of the world to stay together, protecting eachother from danger. He was proud of hs family, even his independant daughters. And his pride, along with a rivalry of sisterhood, brought the pack's downfall. Fiero's daughters, named Stelle and Flusso, both in Fiero's native touge, were headstrong fighters. He coached them in his ways, making them fighters to his cause--a cause, that, as he hoped, he would fight for, and he would even die for it. He believed too much, many said. He believed in himself too much for his own good.
However, Flusso had another teacher. Often she wandered far from the rest of the pack, and when she returned she had no excuse, no possible reason, for leaving. She drifted between two loyalties, and as everyone knows, that is a difficult trench to drift between. She would have to decide, one day, who she really was and who she wanted to be.
Stelle, meanwhile, listened closely and carefully, to everything her father taught her. She learned his rituals, his fighting moves. And she, just like him, learned to be proud. She felt fiery pride in her heart when she learned from her father. She felt pride when she beat him in a practice fight. She had pride, now, forever in her soul, and she knew she could fight for it. However, she never knew it would hurt her so much.
Flusso watched Stelle train. Envy flowed through her every day, jealousy scarred over her bright gold eyes. Slowly, it took over her. One day, when she felt she could not take it anymore, she ran. Ran and ran, far away form everything she knew. And that was when she met Desafio. She, too, was wandering. But not from her pack, for she had none. She was just simply wandering, looking for someone to confide in, to talk to. Flusso and Desafio became friends, or more like mother and daughter, for Desafio had seen many winters. Flusso learned from her, her beliefs, her cause to be in the world. She had defied almost everything that was taught to her, earning her a lifetime sentence of exile from her old pack. And now she flowed her ideas into the young wolf, who listened intently, her sapphire eyes twinkling as she thought of the fights for her own freedom she had been in. She wanted to be like her--and so day by day, she became what she wanted. She no longer saw in the old ways her pack did. She learned Desafio's native language, and secretly named herself Rio, after what her own name meant in her father's tounge. Slowly, she left the old world behind.
And, in this separated way, the two sisters grew older, became full hunters in the pack. They no longer acted much like sisters, merely talking to eachother when ritual called. Every time they locked eyes, one full of almost unbearable oustanding pride, the other full forever of jealousy. They began, not only to fall apart, but to build a wall between eachother. They exchanged nothing but growls and glares wen they passed eachother.
// Ermm.... I'm running out of ideas... What should happen??? Errrr.... Catalina, want to continue??? And you can post a current plot too .. if you want... //
However, Flusso had another teacher. Often she wandered far from the rest of the pack, and when she returned she had no excuse, no possible reason, for leaving. She drifted between two loyalties, and as everyone knows, that is a difficult trench to drift between. She would have to decide, one day, who she really was and who she wanted to be.
Stelle, meanwhile, listened closely and carefully, to everything her father taught her. She learned his rituals, his fighting moves. And she, just like him, learned to be proud. She felt fiery pride in her heart when she learned from her father. She felt pride when she beat him in a practice fight. She had pride, now, forever in her soul, and she knew she could fight for it. However, she never knew it would hurt her so much.
Flusso watched Stelle train. Envy flowed through her every day, jealousy scarred over her bright gold eyes. Slowly, it took over her. One day, when she felt she could not take it anymore, she ran. Ran and ran, far away form everything she knew. And that was when she met Desafio. She, too, was wandering. But not from her pack, for she had none. She was just simply wandering, looking for someone to confide in, to talk to. Flusso and Desafio became friends, or more like mother and daughter, for Desafio had seen many winters. Flusso learned from her, her beliefs, her cause to be in the world. She had defied almost everything that was taught to her, earning her a lifetime sentence of exile from her old pack. And now she flowed her ideas into the young wolf, who listened intently, her sapphire eyes twinkling as she thought of the fights for her own freedom she had been in. She wanted to be like her--and so day by day, she became what she wanted. She no longer saw in the old ways her pack did. She learned Desafio's native language, and secretly named herself Rio, after what her own name meant in her father's tounge. Slowly, she left the old world behind.
And, in this separated way, the two sisters grew older, became full hunters in the pack. They no longer acted much like sisters, merely talking to eachother when ritual called. Every time they locked eyes, one full of almost unbearable oustanding pride, the other full forever of jealousy. They began, not only to fall apart, but to build a wall between eachother. They exchanged nothing but growls and glares wen they passed eachother.
// Ermm.... I'm running out of ideas... What should happen??? Errrr.... Catalina, want to continue??? And you can post a current plot too .. if you want... //
Hah, i can't resist wanting to call you your real name...))