Thread: Alpha and Omega (SilverDreamer x JacksAreWild)

Do not be afraid to shift if you need to. Miss Esme said once the door had shut and her and Sasha were alone. The colder the weather, the more desperate and reckless the bandits get. You must protect Azura and not be embarrassed of your condition- Can we not talk about this? Sasha felt her ears light up bright red and immediately looked down to the ground, pretending to be very interested in her boots which were scuffed and needed a shining. Your wolf is so much stronger than this form. Its nothing to be ashamed of! I assure you dear child, it is a blessing- Please? Sashas voice was quiet, her blue eyes plaintive as she looked up at Miss Esme, letting the old woman know how uncomfortable this conversation made her. She knew that her ability to so easily switch between forms at such a young age was a gift. Many wolves tried their whole lives to master what came so naturally to her without the aid of the moon. Sasha justshe didnt like her true wolfs formshe just wanted to be like all the other werewolves and be normal Alright, alright. Miss Esme held her hands up in surrender. Then she took a step forward to give Sasha a hug. Hrrrmph Just do as your heart tells you, not your pride, not your head, but your heart. Safe journey, little one. And then Sasha was released, left to bound off after Azura and Three Socks. The young wolf was already dreading what surprise Azuras brothers would have for them as they left. --- Deeesssttrrryyyy Sasha sang as she gently stroked the side of her horses face. The walk to the Blacksmith was short, and after settling her bill, Sasha was free to claim her massive, dapple grey percheron. And yes, Destry sounded an awful lot like destrier. Sasha had gotten confused when her father had told her that the mare was going to be her destrier, her warhorse. And so, her poor horse had been named by a small childs inability to correctly annunciate and her confusion about the English language in general. --- Alright pup! Ive gotten you your very own destrier. You must take good care of her, because she will be by your side when you are a big girl and part of the royal guard. Even as a little pup, Sashas father had planned for his daughter to be a warrior and a protector, just like the rest of their bloodline. I love her papa! I will take good care of my Destry. A six-year old Sasha ran up to the foal, which of course startled the creature and it began to run away from her. Darling, its pronounced destrier! Her father called after her. Sasha had long since forgotten what her father had been saying. She had a pony! A pony that ran from her, but still, she had a pony. And after chasing the horse about for an hour, it had finally gotten tired and Sasha had been able to catch it to pet it. Hehe, she had a pony! And her ponys name was destr--..destrudastrierDestry!! Awfully funny that her father had given it such a silly name! Destry! Destry! Sasha giggled as she pet her foals snout. And then she quickly turned about once she had had her fill of rubbing the animals velvety nose, running back to her father and flinging her arms around his neck, burying him in a sea of thank yous and hugs. And of course, the old wolf could only sigh, pat his slightly misguided daughter lightly on the back and say, WellI suppose Destry is a very fine name for your horse --- It was easy to see how Sasha had managed to launch herself clear over Three Socks earlier. Even though she was a mare, Destry was massive so tall that when Sasha stood next to her, it looked as though the young wolf would need a ladder in order to get up into the saddle. The lithe brunette came from a bloodline that was made up of very large, very muscular wolves, and so, Sashas father had gotten her a horse that she would grow into one day. Unfortunately, Sasha had stopped growing once she had hit 57 Now, perched on top of her gigantic warhorse, the pair looked almost comical due to their size difference. But Sasha didnt care, she loved Destry. The percheron had served her well over the past fifteen years whether as a mount, a pet, or a confidant. And even though the mare wasnt fast, she was strong, perfect for carrying all of Sashas gear and trudging through snowfall. Wellwe better get going if we are to arrive on time. Sasha smiled encouragingly over at Azura. Then she nudged her horse forward, sending them on a path towards the city gates and adventure.