Sandy tracks

Lucia Cabriel · 08-04-2010, 05:52 AM

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It would seem that insecurity had become a plague in the land of Nova Scotia lately – every soul that Lucia had come across appeared to have some sort of issue, some sort of dragon stalking their nightmares and putting doubt in their minds. She wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with planetary alignments, like the rumours had stated, but something was definitely in the air. She was no stranger to the feelings, for she had been stuck to that black cloud since as long as she could remember. Her own dragon of madness had increased its intensity, boiling in her veins like the injection of heroin into the flesh. Her paranoia had reached its peak, and as she wandered through the abyss of winding corridors that created her mind, she felt lost and confused. Torn in two worlds – madness and sanity, she felt she could no longer tell the difference.

Her heavy ebony paws trod into the sand in unison. She felt it best to remain on two legs for the time being, as she had the fighting advantage if Daisuke felt it wise to rear his ugly head again. Though she felt little safety being outside the borders of Inferni, she needed time to gather her thoughts, and after her encounter with Kaena, she needed to take into account whether she was in fact more a curse to her clan, than a blessing. It was not clear how long the ebony female had been walking, but with the sun now high in the sky, it had definitely been a good few hours. Pausing momentarily, malachite coals hovered over the shoreline. There were tracks nearby, and as she studied them, it became apparent that they were of a horse. Lifting her head, she could almost taste the presence of another wolf as the scent wafted through her nostrils. This fact, for whatever reason, allowed the Inferni outsider to breathe a sigh of relief. It had been a while since she had conversed with another like herself; Inferni being what it is, a coyote clan, well that summed it up entirely. She had nothing against them, after all, her lover was also a coyote, but sometimes, just sometimes, she missed the howl of the wolf song in the night, and the idea of fitting in.

Letting the thought pass by, as though it had never existed, Lucia slowly turned toward the direction in which the tracks lead. Squinting her eyes, that single scar wrinkling as she did so, the female managed to make out the silhouette of the wolf in which strolled ahead of her. There was a horse by her side, to no surprise of the ebony predator. Nothing surprised her anymore, and she had her doubts that anything ever would again. This stranger also had a pelt of dark colours, though not solid like hers. It seemed to be a mixture of brown and black – it reminded Lucia of the earth in the forest. It was pleasant, smooth. It was comforting. Speeding her pace a little, the ebony female soon found herself only paces behind the horse and its owner. Trying to place on the best friendly expression she could, even if it did perhaps resemble a reflection in a broken mirror, Lucia gave a small whistle. She wasn’t sure why, but it had seemed the best approach at the time. Whether it startled the horse or not, well… that was no concern to her, all she wanted was the stranger’s attention. She seemed harmless enough, so why not? After all, surely the socialisation would sort out her instability, right?

Waiting for some sort of reaction from the multi-toned female, Lucia found herself slipping back into the wrinkles of her brain. She often lost herself in thought nowadays, it was as though she wanted to find a missing piece of a puzzle – and honestly, that was exactly what she was doing. There were blackouts in her memory – the incident with Daisuke seemed incomplete, like she had napped halfway through it. This, even though she would never tell a soul, terrified her beyond belief. Had he drugged her? What did really happen that night? Even though Lucia had pegged it on the drugs, alcohol, and whatever other excuse she could think of, something inside of her ate away her insides like cancer. Something didn’t add up, and one day, she would discover the truth, she just knew she would.

“Hey,” whispered the Inferni female, “You’re part of the AniWaya pack, right?” She paused, then remembering she smelt of Inferni. It was strange really – a wolf whom ran with coyotes. It wasn’t normal, was it? But thinking about, neither was she. She was far from it, and as each day passed, this became more and more true. How much longer until she went truly mad? “I’m of the Inferni Clan,” she added slowly, cautiously. She wasn’t sure how this other female would react – she wasn’t sure how anyone would react. Her paranoia was too thick to beat, she just rolled with it. “But I don’t want a fight… What’s your name?”

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