11-23-2011, 03:02 PM
Alexandrea silenced her whining with a painful snap of her jaws, as she clamped her vivid blue eyes shut, cringing at Miss Sunders’ words. She lowered her head and held back a sniffle, as she did her best to keep quiet; the last thing she wanted to do was anger the Merchant when it could be avoided. Instead she turned her gaze to scan her surroundings, searching for escape routes or possible solutions to get away from her slavery. It was no use though… not here. Not among the rocky slopes and steep gorges, or the unfamiliar paths and winding trails.
She took a small intake of breath and let out a silent sigh, as a sense of defeat descended upon her, but she straightened up unable to accept the loss. She would simply have to try another time, and not let this great disappointment affect her hopes. She glanced at the surroundings again, double checking for any possibilities of any kind. The rough path and mountainous terrain would prove to complicate things if she had tried to run, and she wasn’t used to such lands to begin with. She lowered her ears in despair, fretting that she may never see her grandmother or village again.
The young Luperci distracted herself from her depressing thoughts, by staring at the beautiful scenery, this time taking a better look at the land for what it was. Never before had she seen such a place, having come from the frozen tundra of the Arctic. Her soft gaze fell on the plants that lay scattered about between the rocky crevices, and her eyes seemed to sparkle with a sense of wonder and opportunity; what sort of properties did the herbs so far south have to offer?
Then she felt the cart slow down, lurching slightly as the horse stopped, and Alexandrea looked up with perked ears. Curiosity prickled at her senses, but her fear of the unknown kept her firmly planted to where she sat. She watched as the Merchant let the horse graze, before setting up camp, putting up a fire as advertisement. The white dog-wolf flinched away in surprise and fear when Miss Sunder reached for her, but she found herself unable to get away; incapable of even moving with her frightful state paralyzing her in place. Soon she found herself tied to the back of the cart.
[ooc: 396 word count.]
She took a small intake of breath and let out a silent sigh, as a sense of defeat descended upon her, but she straightened up unable to accept the loss. She would simply have to try another time, and not let this great disappointment affect her hopes. She glanced at the surroundings again, double checking for any possibilities of any kind. The rough path and mountainous terrain would prove to complicate things if she had tried to run, and she wasn’t used to such lands to begin with. She lowered her ears in despair, fretting that she may never see her grandmother or village again.
The young Luperci distracted herself from her depressing thoughts, by staring at the beautiful scenery, this time taking a better look at the land for what it was. Never before had she seen such a place, having come from the frozen tundra of the Arctic. Her soft gaze fell on the plants that lay scattered about between the rocky crevices, and her eyes seemed to sparkle with a sense of wonder and opportunity; what sort of properties did the herbs so far south have to offer?
Then she felt the cart slow down, lurching slightly as the horse stopped, and Alexandrea looked up with perked ears. Curiosity prickled at her senses, but her fear of the unknown kept her firmly planted to where she sat. She watched as the Merchant let the horse graze, before setting up camp, putting up a fire as advertisement. The white dog-wolf flinched away in surprise and fear when Miss Sunder reached for her, but she found herself unable to get away; incapable of even moving with her frightful state paralyzing her in place. Soon she found herself tied to the back of the cart.
[ooc: 396 word count.]