March 23, 2018, 10:49:38 PM
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One of the things her parents had never given her was something to fight for. Rider had trained with her family since pup hood to fight, and yet she had never gotten in one. Never had to, and sometimes she felt like her teeth ached to break into something, and to feel tears in her flesh. But at the same time, she feared it. She had thought that if she had a reason behind her fighting, then maybe she wouldn’t fear the pain. Even if her parents had chased her away, she could still try to make them proud. There was also the crushing loneliness as a loner, having come from a decent sized family. When she had been chased off, she felt lost. What was she to do? There was not much reason to fight for herself. She held no true position. There was no point. But then, she decided, there was a better choice. Joining others would give her that purpose in life.
Rider found herself at the borders of what she had heard of as more peaceful. Beyond that, she barely knew anything. In all honesty, she had forgotten what they were called as well. But she knew that when her eyes settled on to the purple trees, she was in the right place. It seemed to radiate the feeling of calmness. How could cruelty live in such a place? She guessed it didn’t. Rider almost felt like she stuck out, with her red and cream pelt. But she sniffed at the border anyways, weary at the idea of a pack, but feeling it was the best option for her. Most likely, she thought, a pack was like a big family without many blood ties. It gave more chances for a mate, she thought, which was not that big of a goal. The biggest goal for her life, she had decided, was to find a purpose. She wanted loyalty, and to find someone to be loyal to.
A short howl came from the girl, as she stood by the border. There was an anxious feeling to her, but also a strong sense of hope. This would be a chapter in her life that could change everything. If she ended up in a pack, it would be the rest of her life, most likely. She hoped she had chosen well. Whenever someone would come close to her, she would try to hold her ground, although trying to not look like she was asking for a fight. “Hello, I’m Rider. I’m hoping to find a home, maybe here?” She knew that there was fighting in her that she could offer, loyalty. Rider shifted her front paws slightly, wondering if that would be enough. But she wouldn’t back down from this challenge, which seemed to mainly be internal. She could do this.