free to waste away alone

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OOC: ::Word Count:: 400+       The bright sun cast its warm, late August rays upon the steep lands below, reflecting its light upon the shimmering surface of the waters cascading into slim waterfalls. The wind blew softly, gently caressing the scarce grass that had escaped the reign of the sharp, slippery rocks. The crisp white Crimson Dreamer sat somewhere near the side of one of the waterfall's base, staring at her reflection upon the agitated water below. Golden eyes looked back at her indescribably, with an expression bordering dejectedness and acceptance. The colour of her pelt stood out against her surroundings, as well as against the green-blue hues of the reservoir's contents. A resigned sigh escaped the pale femme, testimony to countless nights lost in the realm of the same thoughts she accompanied now. Her heart and mind were inconsolable, and her body was weak with anguish and the crushing hopelessness of waiting. A small, secret part of her knew that no matter how much time she would spend in Crimson Dreams, or anywhere else for that matter, without the smallest clue as to his well-being, there was nothing to be accomplished but a lingering sense of despair.       The fair female reclined to her haunches, keeping her gaze fixed on her reflection. She wondered what she looked like, to her pack mates, to any other wolf that lay eyes upon her. She clearly remembered how, even in her deepest rage, she had still seemed frail and weak in front of the Dahlian wolf she had crossed paths with. How much more vulnerable, then, did she look now, when she was at her lowest low? The thought amplified in magnitude in her mind, and she peered more closely at her reflection, not an ounce of vanity making its presence felt. Her amber orbs could only see the white she-wolf they had become accustomed to seeing, by now, whenever faced with a mirrored image. Physically, she hadn't changed at all, almost; her pelt was still rich and well-groomed, her eyes still held curiosity, her legs and build were as lean and slender as they'd always been. She was by no means thinner than when she had come back to Crimson Dreams-- had probably gained a couple of pounds, even. Her heart was set on finding what made her look as desolate as she felt, but her eyes could see nothing. The alabaster femme turned away from the edge of the water and curled up next to a tree not far away, her head on her paws. Warm tears slowly began their descent down her muzzle, leaving damp trails on her fur. Where are you, that I cannot follow?

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