My lungs are filling up with dust

Savina Marino · 04-02-2011, 05:18 PM

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We should keep a tally of how many times Anu comes upon Savi doing something stupid

A moon had passed since the confrontation and fight with the demon, but the alpha's body was the only part of her that was healing. Stitched wounds had turned to puffy pink scars, standing out starkly from her nightshade fur. As a younger, vainer wolf it might have bothered her, but such concerns seemed trivial now. Nothing mattered but the fact that she had failed Denali. When he had ran, she had not gone after him, and now he was dead because of it. The only loss that even came close that she had experienced before was that of her own mother. Even the pain of losing her though did not seem so sharp as this. Perhaps it was because she had had little time to sit around and dwell upon it, whereas now that was all she had done. What mother could recover from this though?

Now that she was able to move around with more ease, she did so often. Staying inside the manor was something she could no longer do. It was oppressive and suffocating. Part of her wanted to go back down to the beach, but that trek had been a hard one on her still recovering body and she was not quite so masochistic to want to go through it again so soon. Savina wanted to see water though, and so she decided to go for the next best thing at this point and hobbled her way to the Lenape River. Between her teeth was held the strap of her dead son's mask. The woman felt an obligation to carry it with her. It was a symbol of her emotional burden, and the only thing left of Denali that she could still protect and hold close.

When the Marino reached the river she sat and watched it for a moment, the running of the water seemingly the only thing that could soothe her troubled soul. Lackluster emerald eyes followed the line of the river until it reached the rocky outcrop that rose high into the sky. Savina rose and waded into the cold run and made her way to the other side. She limped up to the beginning of the rocks. Carefully she placed Denali's mask on the first outcrop and then tried to pull herself up. Pain shot through her shoulder and she yelped, dropping back down to the soft ground. The woman refused to abandon the venture, for what reason she had no notion, and again started to pull herself up, front feet gripped and back claws scrabbled at the flinty face of stone. Her jaw was clenched against the pain, yet still she fought.

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