Post by Paris Love on Dec 7, 2008 16:21:42 GMT -5
The slender long legged she-wolf pranced along the snowy meadow. Her long coat kept her warm, even though it wasn't meant for this kind of weather. Her dark eyes dashed across the whiteness, everywhere there was white, the snow had overtaken the meadow, her mostly red coat stood out from the all white surroundings. She layed down in the middle of the whiteness, what an odd sight that would be.
Zeaza sighed, why had she come here? To find a mate, a love blah blah blah. She let a low growl escape from her throat, she really did want a love, and to live peacefully in a pack, but what she hoped for most was a male of her kind, another maned wolf... yea right. She would settle for any breed now, there where none of her kind left, they where gone, or thats what she thought because she hadn't seen one since her mother, who is gone now, forever. She would go with the average wold, the fuzzy, thick, powerful ones, there was no hope for what she hoped for.
Zeaza lifted her head slightly letting a long howl echo threw the white land, she layed her head back down, waiting for the male to show himself. She hoped whoever the male was already had an alpha, for she was no good at that. She was a follower, not a leader. She was loyal, and trusting. Good qualities for something other than alpha female, for she wasn't very strong. She wasn't thick, and powerful. She was probably one of the fastest wolves you will ever meet, her speed is unmatched by anyone. She is good on the hunt, but not in fights. She could outrun a deer, rabbit, or any other animal even horses.
She sighed letting her eyes droop closed, as she drifted off into a sleep, which wasn't very wise considering she was all alone with no one to look after her, and she stood out like blood on snow, which is probably what she looked like from far away.
Zeaza sighed, why had she come here? To find a mate, a love blah blah blah. She let a low growl escape from her throat, she really did want a love, and to live peacefully in a pack, but what she hoped for most was a male of her kind, another maned wolf... yea right. She would settle for any breed now, there where none of her kind left, they where gone, or thats what she thought because she hadn't seen one since her mother, who is gone now, forever. She would go with the average wold, the fuzzy, thick, powerful ones, there was no hope for what she hoped for.
Zeaza lifted her head slightly letting a long howl echo threw the white land, she layed her head back down, waiting for the male to show himself. She hoped whoever the male was already had an alpha, for she was no good at that. She was a follower, not a leader. She was loyal, and trusting. Good qualities for something other than alpha female, for she wasn't very strong. She wasn't thick, and powerful. She was probably one of the fastest wolves you will ever meet, her speed is unmatched by anyone. She is good on the hunt, but not in fights. She could outrun a deer, rabbit, or any other animal even horses.
She sighed letting her eyes droop closed, as she drifted off into a sleep, which wasn't very wise considering she was all alone with no one to look after her, and she stood out like blood on snow, which is probably what she looked like from far away.
