The search for acceptance, 'I will find my way...'

[Raydiance]

Pelt o’ rust pigmentation was clearly visible against the blue of the deep waters; the reflection barley making it towards her amber opts. Water ridge, the start of her dreams. Something about this place seemed mystical. The wind ruffled her tan and mixed shades of red pelt, as she reached the top of the mighty hill. The sapphire blue lake shimmered softly beside her, the moonlight glinting off it.

Banner tucked low in a respective manner, she climbed down the face of the hill, making her way to a small indent; The cove where the respected protector was rumored to live. The lithe red female paused for a second, breathing in the serene tranquility. Water. How she loved the crystal clear fluid. From the moment of birth, she had a special bond with the undying element. Searah. The sea was even embedded into her name. Darkmoon, the curse of the darkest lunar powers.
Or so the stories proclaimed. She giggled to herself, knowing no one else was there to hear her thoughts.

Nearly there! The cove was just within her reach. A few more yards, a few more strides from her powerful pillars, and she would be there. Would she embrace destiny as was foretold? That was yet another gift she held. Her dreams seemed to guide her. It was probably instincts, but what ever it was, it was quite accurate most of the time.

While traveling one day, an unnamed stranger wolf turned her in the right direction. He told her about an almighty being, awaiting a chosen warrior to uphold and protect the land. So who was this highly exalted? None other than Alliea. How all this was to happen, Searah could not tell. Humbly, yet ready, the femme found herself at the edge of the cove. What now, what now?

“Alliea, water spire,” She began, her voice strong and steady. Leadership qualities always blooming. Second born, yes, but that had nothing to do with what she wanted to be. So she wouldn’t inherit anything unless her brother died. Well her brother wasn’t there anymore.
“I have traveled far, to see you. Dreams and instincts have told me to seek you out. So here I am. What have you to say?” She waited for an answer, auds perked forward, yet stance lowered in respect. If something were to happen, she would be ready. Show respect, yet show that you were not just some wolf, readily giving themselves up to push around. Her way, was her way. Oddly enough, it worked… Sometimes.

All this was besides the main point. This was not her territory. She knew nothing of it. Respect. This was the key word to being safe when you knew nothing about anything. So would this work? Would she be accepted onto such amazing lands? She had to be. She had no where else to go.
Remaining in a standing position, the femme waited patiently for an answer.

[Spire Holder]

The cove echoed the small dripping noise of droplets hitting against a soft dirt surface. The echoing that lulled the spire was inturpted by a cursed voice and thats when Alliea was awoken from her slumber. A snarl aroused within the cove as she lifted her maw slightly. Ears swiveled as she caught the words of the female. Alliea rose onto strained muscles, stretching she took her time. Alliea wasn't a wolf that was at all curteous.

She was a warrior and an evil lurker that never once confided into the minds of the young and the foolish or even the old and the rambling. Her pace was slow at first, the inards of the cave were dark and only the patting of her pads against the dirt were aduiable. Her black pelt blemished with white emerged. Her yellowed eyes grazed threw those of the femora. The water shook and as the waves lashed about a voice emrged from them. The lips of the spire didn't move, the expression was niether thier. The orbs showed nothing for the element spoke for the spire, the spire didn't speak for the element.

"Foolish female! Disturb thy slumber so abruptly!" Alliea's pelt didn't sway as the water sprayed doucing them both. Slowly her slightly faded image began to become full as she switched from spirit spire or mortal spire. Her lips moved and her expression changed from bland to angry. Yellow orbs flashing red and orange like fire but they cooled slightly as the water touched them. "Tis you femora that breaks the silence of thy lands?"

Alliea sat 'pon the ridge, her back ebon mitts folding underneath her as her froint pistons held her front quaters up. Her frame was thin but her bravery and her hardness was a thick coating over her spirit. Alliea's eyes showed her cruelty and her hardness. She never once gave a second glance back at the female. Her orbs stayed concentrated as she watched the images of her lands flash in the unbrekaing water. Alliea lifted up and turned back towards the femora. Trotting simply around the female. Exaiming her closely, registering every detail within her mind. Alliea sat and gave a ruthless laugh.

"I know why you trek to these lands. I have known for many generations that a fem such as yourself would come. I saw you within the waters. Alliea laid down and yawned. Her pearled teeth glimmering in the gray that was the day. Alliea watched the female with only one eye. Not afraid of this fea that walked so carefully and agilily. Alliea glanced up and looked into the face of the fea. "I also know your destiny, that you will become the alphess of these lands. But I also know that your leadership here will have many a consquence. Are you willing upon this?" Alliea growled, lifting an eyebrow to the femora.

[Raydiance]

Searah meerly perked a brow, unfazed. Trials of life, she could handle. She was a warrior. Generation after generation, each wolf more powerful then the last. The growl was excpected. The light steps of a lupine echoed, magnified, and travled out. Closer the stepts approached, yet Searah showed no fear. She was a warrior brave, a female of power.

So, this was Alliea. Ebonite and alabaster female emerged from the darkness. Yellow eyes drove into her own amber ones, but she was not to be intimidated. She returned that burning contact, opts flashing fire. Thin, black lips were pulled back slightly, a cool smile drawn on. Competitive. A change of heart, now it was down to buisness.

"Foolish female! ... The spire continued on, a frutile attempt at putting her down.
"Are you so quick to judge a wolf?" She took an impulive step forward, bringing her only but a paw closer.
"Of course it is I, milady, who disrupted the calming nature." The water splashed against her rust dappled fur. Unflinching, she let it drip, enjoying the water steeping through part of her pelt.

Her eyes never left the opposing, the fasinating water images unable to move her attention. She was determined to be focused on the task ahead. She carefully kept on guard, the female circling her. The hash bark of laughter echoed through out the lands, yet the female was yet again unfazed. Life's cruelties were worse than this.

"The waters have never been known to lie." Her begining statement was simple, flowing with ease like a meditation spell. Although her reddish pelt
never quite layed flat, it was clearly slightly bristled, showing that she was ready to accept the terrors to come with dominance.
"Besides, what's life without challengers. A 'course I accept these terms." Her voice was cool, calm, nonchalant. So what would be Alliea's responce?