All That I'm Living For (Open)
Mar 2, 2015 22:22:52 GMT -5
Post by Scotia on Mar 2, 2015 22:22:52 GMT -5
She had made it through winter, a task she considered to be an achievement. Especially since it was the first time on her own. She became a loner at the beginning of the season and had survived. Maybe she hadn’t thrived, but she was alive. And that was all that mattered. There were times when she was lonely, without the company of her pack, but she shrugged it off. She was free, on her own. There was no one to tell her what to do, where to go. And it was exhilarating. She never knew what life outside the pack could be like. It was the freedom she'd wanted her entire life. This is what it was like to live, without boundaries or rules to hold her back.
That wasn’t to say that there weren’t bad things about being on her own. She had no one to turn to if she got into trouble, no one to talk to when she got lonely. The former, she didn’t know how to deal with, with the latter, she was perfectly fine being on her own. Who needed others around you constantly? Not her, that was for sure. She was an adult, and would not tolerate being bossed around anymore. Some could call her arrogant, and they would be correct. She was arrogant, cocky, and didn't give a damn about what anyone else thought.
At two years old, she was at her full height of twenty-four inches, about average height for a dog. She was neither tall, nor short, just the way she liked it. The female looked almost exactly like her mother except for the plush brown fur and semi-pricked ears. Lydia’s daughter was finally grown up, at least, physically she was. Mentally, she had a lot of growing up to do. Not that she was in a rush to do so right now. She was content to live life to the fullest, whatever that may be. If she got into trouble, that was fine. There was no one to scold her about it now.
Katell trotted through the woods, still mindful of the fact that her leg still wasn’t exactly healed from the fight with her mother. She had injured it once again when she got it stuck between a branch and a log. She had been thankful that someone had come along when they did or else who knew what would’ve happened. And through her own stupidity, she kept injuring it again and again throughout the winter. So now she sported a definite limp, one that was clearly visible. But she didn’t let that slow her down or keep her from hunting. She had adapted, learning how to hunt with a limp. There was no way she was going to let something like that keep her down.
She leapt over a fallen trunk, tail wagging as she did so. She didn’t have a destination in mind, just wandered as she always did. She kept to the woods, sure that her former pack members wouldn’t look for her here. She was damn certain that they would be looking for her, if not because of her attack on Lydia the night she left, then because of her allegiance with Noose. Let them come, she didn’t care. A little more than a month of living in these woods meant that she’d grown used to moving through the trees. Granted, a month of being on her own was nothing compared to the years the other pack members had been alive. But it was at least something. And she would take that something over nothing.
But boredom was beginning to set in. She needed something to do, someone to meet, someone to create trouble with. If someone didn’t come by and help to relieve that boredom, then she would find some way to get rid of the boredom, and that was never good. Trouble was her middle name, and she was looking for it. She didn't care where it came from, or who provided it. As long as it proved to be entertaining, that was alright with her.
She slowed down to a stop as she thought she heard a noise, brown eyes looking around for any sign of life, ears pricked to catch any other noise. "Anyone there?" She called, slowly turning in a circle to face whatever might be behind her. Any normal dog might be afraid of whatever might be lurking in the shadows. But true to her nature, she wasn't. She was ready for whatever was there, for whatever life threw at her. So bring it on, she thought, a cocky grin on her face. "I ain't scared of you if that's what you think!"
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