A New World

Skye Collins · 08-28-2010, 06:00 PM

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Skye had been traveling for a while. She was in her Optime form and her faded shirt and pants, just walking away from the place she'd called home for so much of her life. She recalled the facial expression on her mother as she asked her if she could go and explore the surrounding areas, on her own. She was old enough. She was smart enough. Her father had leapt at the idea - he'd always wanted to go, but now, he said, he was too stiff, too old, too unable. Her mother was reluctant to let her leave the small, makeshift cottage, but had eventually agreed, in the end, that Skye was growing up and needed some time on her own to develop and grow independent.

And now she was.

She'd left the house with a small knife she carried loosely in her pocket and her quill, which had been restocked with proper ink before she left. She'd just been walking mostly the entire day and enjoying the feeling of freedom and independence she had experienced the moment she stepped out of the house.

Now, Skye stopped and closed her eyes, breathing the refreshing scent of the sands she'd come across not too long ago. The trees had dispersed, and now there was a vast expanse of cracked, dry dirt and wispy air. As she breathed in, she noticed that something other than the musty earth scents flooded her nose - this time, there were other canines.

Skye snapped her eyes open and looked around for the mysterious source of smell, and immediately froze as soon as her eyes lay on one horrible sight;

Skulls.

Hundreds of wolf skulls were dotting the border of what seemed to be a territory. They were skulls on spikes, just sitting there, their ivory, boned faces curving up in what seemed to be a grotesque smile.

It was horrifying.

Skye had seen ugly things before - she'd seen deer on the side of the forest, slaughtered, with their insides ripped out and trailing away, due to a bear or perhaps another wolf. But she'd never seen the ruthless slaughter of her own kind before - never seen something so horrible before. It was as if whoever lived here wanted to show off the skulls in a sort of warning to ward off anyone. Skye took a step back - could one of those skulls be someone she knew? She didn't know anyone but her mother, her father, and some relatives she'd seen as a small pup. Keychain had been one of them, but they said she joined a pack. Could these ruthless, horrible canines had killed her and put her skull on a spike? Skye closed her eyes and shuddered. Her horror was beyond words.

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