The Real Alice

Rio Marino · 05-17-2010, 08:47 AM

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Raven Beacon. I am READY to be mentored. ♥ 300+

The wind rushed through the grass, whispers of rain frantic and constant with each telling gale. Rio didn't seem to hear, for she was out in open space, quite a distance from the shelter of the cabin she and her siblings shared. She did not understand why rain drove everyone to hide; she loved the cool feeling of water on her skin. It had never bothered her, nor had it hindered her from exploring Phoenix Valley.

For now her fur was dry, and the little wolf climbed the slight slope of the land toward the lighthouse. This place was very peaceful despite the domineering wind. She liked the serenity of the tall grass, the freeing sense of being so high above the sea. She had never been here before, hadn't even been aware of its existence. There was little discussion in her world; everything was always so very quiet. It left time for deep thought. Rio simply wished there was someone to talk with, someone to share her thoughts with.

She kept away from the path, taking instead to the grass and listening to it swish against her body. Rio was nearing the looming structure of the lighthouse and small, distinctly more squat building beneath. She quickened her pace, tail waving like a dark flag above her back. She paid little attention to her footsteps, and so when one pale foot landed upon something soft and cold, she started slightly. The girl's eyes flickered from the beautiful sight of the lighthouse to the earth at her paws, where something far uglier lie. It was a rabbit, its brown eyes dead and empty, maggots clinging to open flesh at its belly. Rio felt suddenly sick, though she didn't know why. She'd sated her hunger with rabbit many times before; why did this dead creature hurt to see? The answer waited for her, huddled among the dirt and weeds at the roots of a clump of grass. It was a smaller bundle of white fur, the dead rabbit's offspring. Beady eyes were strangely warm, wide with fear of the skinny sable wolf. Rio's tears vanished, her heart warmed by the innocence of the infant creature. Slowly she approached it. Don't worry, little one. I won't hurt you, she cooed. It seemed that the baby understood, for it remained in place and let the canine near. Rio's pink tongue softly brushed from the white rabbit's nose to his forehead, and she knew that he was soothed.

All plans for the lighthouse forgotten, Rio turned around to clear a space for her body, and lay next to the tiny creature. Her nose tenderly brought him close to her chest, where her warmth would comfort him in his loss.

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