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This is set sometime after she gets beat up by Hybrid. I’m not sure yet exactly where she gets hurt and how its going to be fixed, so I’ll just be vague... She’s also supposed to be rescued by Bane, and I don’t know how that goes either, so this will just be super vague...>___<
500+
The female lay in her den. It was dark there and cold, just as the world with out. Her sleep was uncomfortable, and her dreams were strangely empty, as empty as the darkness that surrounded her. Her body was still, for it was still painful for her to move, but she was healing quickly. And yet, not quickly enough. The warrior was frustrated, and she could not help but feel a tinge of humiliation. But the wolf was not over proud, and so her pride did not hurt so much as her body did. But her mind labored over the scene repeatedly, and she did not know how she could have let this happen. A simple, careless mistake, she had always told herself, could lead to defeat. And so it had. But that coyote. Inferni. It was that creature and creatures like him that deserved to feel her teeth. Next time, she would not be defeated. It was not necessarily vengeance that the black fae sought so much as to improve herself, for in her eyes, she had failed herself most. And Dahlia too.
Her mind, however, now turned to the male that had saved her. The warrior was in debt, but she did not know how to repay him.... He intrigued her deeply. It had been the same male that she had met in Halifax and that night she had lain with him. It was strange that the female had met him again, and she wished that it had been under different circumstances. But she never regretted it. With a sigh, the female slowly lifted herself upon her shoulder. Perhaps she would see him once more.... Or perhaps she was alone on that hope. At times, the female confused herself, for she never sought such companionship. She did not want the burden of it, for she wished for true freedom. And such freedom she could only obtain through solitude. Through her art of war. And yet, it was nice to share a night with other, in the care of another, in the arms of another.
The female pushed herself up and crawled through the tunnel of her den. She clenched her teeth through the pain believing that her tolerance would strengthen her. It would have been easier if she were in her lupus form, but, because of the wounds, she had had to remain in the optime form. The woad warrior paused as her face emerged from the earth. The cool air was refreshing, like the ice waters of the brooks in summertime. With a final grunt she rose from her place and stood and, with a great effort, stood firmly. She listened to the song of the night and allowed it to soothe her. When she had been calmed and her heartbeat was normalized, she made her way slowly to the clearing in which she often practiced. Somewhere in the night, the Raven crawed, and she cursed it for its indifference. But setting those differences aside, the female settled into the grass. Perhaps she would sleep in the open with the grass as her blanket and the sky as her roof.
This is set sometime after she gets beat up by Hybrid. I’m not sure yet exactly where she gets hurt and how its going to be fixed, so I’ll just be vague... She’s also supposed to be rescued by Bane, and I don’t know how that goes either, so this will just be super vague...>___<
500+
The female lay in her den. It was dark there and cold, just as the world with out. Her sleep was uncomfortable, and her dreams were strangely empty, as empty as the darkness that surrounded her. Her body was still, for it was still painful for her to move, but she was healing quickly. And yet, not quickly enough. The warrior was frustrated, and she could not help but feel a tinge of humiliation. But the wolf was not over proud, and so her pride did not hurt so much as her body did. But her mind labored over the scene repeatedly, and she did not know how she could have let this happen. A simple, careless mistake, she had always told herself, could lead to defeat. And so it had. But that coyote. Inferni. It was that creature and creatures like him that deserved to feel her teeth. Next time, she would not be defeated. It was not necessarily vengeance that the black fae sought so much as to improve herself, for in her eyes, she had failed herself most. And Dahlia too.
Her mind, however, now turned to the male that had saved her. The warrior was in debt, but she did not know how to repay him.... He intrigued her deeply. It had been the same male that she had met in Halifax and that night she had lain with him. It was strange that the female had met him again, and she wished that it had been under different circumstances. But she never regretted it. With a sigh, the female slowly lifted herself upon her shoulder. Perhaps she would see him once more.... Or perhaps she was alone on that hope. At times, the female confused herself, for she never sought such companionship. She did not want the burden of it, for she wished for true freedom. And such freedom she could only obtain through solitude. Through her art of war. And yet, it was nice to share a night with other, in the care of another, in the arms of another.
The female pushed herself up and crawled through the tunnel of her den. She clenched her teeth through the pain believing that her tolerance would strengthen her. It would have been easier if she were in her lupus form, but, because of the wounds, she had had to remain in the optime form. The woad warrior paused as her face emerged from the earth. The cool air was refreshing, like the ice waters of the brooks in summertime. With a final grunt she rose from her place and stood and, with a great effort, stood firmly. She listened to the song of the night and allowed it to soothe her. When she had been calmed and her heartbeat was normalized, she made her way slowly to the clearing in which she often practiced. Somewhere in the night, the Raven crawed, and she cursed it for its indifference. But setting those differences aside, the female settled into the grass. Perhaps she would sleep in the open with the grass as her blanket and the sky as her roof.