Table by Nuki! /// <3 sswm: 503
Alyssum grumbled crossly as she trotted down the slightly warmed highway. She had not been down Devil's Demise much, and she had heard there were emptied gas stations around Route 32; though she had liked the caves, she felt she needed somewhere secluded for what she called "mental training". She just mainly did not want anyone near her at the moment. She had gotten into a scrap at the borders with a loner named Toklo. Even though she managed to chase him off, she did not get off lightly. She had to stay in Lupus form to prevent any wounds from getting worse, and so far her shoulder was bandaged with cleaned clothe, and scratches and bite marks were already scabbing, though her rick brown fur covered them nicely. She was mainly pissed because under the bandage on her shoulder, was a bold claw mark that scabbed over slower that the others, and it seemed it was there to stay.
She was not concerned of her looks most of the time, but it did bother her. At least she had her first battle and won it, somewhat. She also felt like she lost so much in that first battle, like her dreams that used to follow her naive brain when she was first made a Hastati. Thoughts of epic battles that she was so skilled in haunted her sleep, but she was now woken up to reality; though she had chased away the wolf, she was hurt, unlike in her dreams where she was invincible. She also seemed less happy and more annoyed these days because of the battle, as if she saw what her path she was dead set on was really about. But, she didn't waver from the dark road of warring and battles, since it seemed that was the only way she was useful to Inferni. The coyote definitely did not want to back down from the Hastati rank either; though the game had change, she was going to stay with it and adapt to it.
She squinted her eyes against the sun that was shining weakly from the sky, thinking she was seeing a figure in the distance. The sun was making the blacktop blurry from afar, but something was walking the opposite direction she was in, and if it stayed on that course, it would not be long until they passed by each other. Curiosity prickling at her mind, she quicken her limp, keeping her weight off of her injured shoulder. As she saw the silhouette closer, it was a canine, whom seemed coyote and something else that seemed familiar. It was jackal; she remembered meeting Sepirah, for she was part coyote and jackal herself. She felt comforted already. Since her confrontation with Toklo, she now had a little distrust with wolves. "Hey!"she called to the canine, her bark echoing into the empty air to Revan.
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