Dated 8.6.10
They were grinning at her.
Some were bleached a clean, cold white and there were others in worse condition. Split, cracked, growing moss, decaying- it was enough to make the average wolf tuck their tail between their legs and retreat. Some teeth were still rooted strongly in some skulls, evidence of a healthy mouth and a dangerous wolf; just not strong or dangeorus enough to avoid death. Regardless, the pretty beads and feathers dripping from the skulls were alluring enough that one looking for such things would pay no mind to their models. Bindu was not, by any means, looking to steal adornment from the more unfortunate wolves before her, but the colors and textures of the Inferni's dead guard held her interest for a few minutes.
The wolfdog had loitered too much on the road, resting here and there on the way to her destination, but since Element's suggestion of finding a pack Bindu had been filled with some good emotion. It was hard not to rest or stop and nibble on flowers because the steady robot pace had been broken. However, should the wolves fail her, it wouldn't take long to reclaim the said rhythm of insanity.
Her dark eyes reflected the rainbow of macabre before them, but behind the colors a thought struggled to the surface. Hostile. Hostile. Where had that word come from? Had Element said it, or another? Bindu strove to remember, but her efforts were not rewarded. The word floated there, in a thick fog of uncertainty ... cautious paws divided some thicker grass that was in the way, and the teen had entered Inferni territory. She had not associated 'hostile' with the territory ahead.
The land ahead didn't appear to differ from the land traveled prior. There were some trees, lots of grass, the occasional rock, dirt. Above, there was a blue sky, met by wandering blackish eyes. Nevertheless, something felt alien. Perhaps it was the touch of the earth (hard under her paws), or the mottled scent of wolf (inhaled by a weakened nose), but a certain component was definitely off. White, speckled paws increased their beat, skirting past a tree in their path or crashing through a bed of dead leaves. A pressure grew in the dog's neck and head; the bandana seemed to grow tighter, and a buzz resonated in her cranium. The skull sentinels' grin appeared in Bindu's head but she did not know that she was frightened. Frightened of the unknown- of this dangerous shortcut.
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