Word Count :: 589(+5) :: Set after the guardians beat Saxif And Shiloh for not showing submission towards Maska. Set around the stables. I suppose that Saxif's horse will be close by...and the first two paragraphs are optional to read.
Blood. The smell could reach her nose, even though she knew there was no blood anywhere around. The sound of fangs being forced into living flesh. Maws that closed with an audible snap. Growls. Whines. All of this was percieved by the Medic as she tried to shush them away from her head, her claws digging on her face. Her beautyful, green eyes were hidden by her thick eyelids. Her muzzle, wrinkled, showed her lethal fangs, in a gesture that couls only mean frustration, despair. All of this was happening under her nose and she could do anything to stop it but to stay behind. A single wolf could not stop an army. This though made her release her frustration in a piercing scream, which luckly would not be heard by anybody. Once she did so, she looked up, opening her eyes again, just to find the peaceful forest before her. Her pants were audible, but she tried to calm herself. She felt tired, but she was not in the mood to just lay there and sleep. She just couldn't. She felt that if she did it she would have nightmares.
Kali was with her, laying beside her and resting her ghostly head on the other's leg. Luna, of course, couldn't feel the whole contact, only having the sensation of a cold spot there where the ghost touched her, but she didn't care. She held her triquetra charm with even more force, feeling the metal hurt her pads as it was forced against them. Screaming had been a good way to relieve the tension, but that sensation of impotence still lingered there. Anyways, she could not stay there forever. As she had said in the pack meeting, she would limit to her duties. Attend to the injured ones. And with the recent events she didn't doubt that there were several of them. Sighing, she stood up, Kali doing the same and moving along with her as the first one stretched and made her way towards the Village, where all her supplies were. She had to have everything prepared. If everybody came out alive from this, then it would be a miracle itself. She ddn't know the pack known as Crimson Dreams, but if somebody had gone there for protection, then it meant that it was a pack capable to protect themselves and others. In a few words, a powerful pack.
Overwhelmed by her thoughts was the masked wolfess when she reached the Villages outskirts. Something inside of her told her that something was not going on well, and it had nothing to do with the terrible act that was taking place out there. No, there was something equally horrible happening here in AniWaya, her home. Not loosing time, she hurried her pace towards the planting fields, passing by her hut, as if it was just another building. Her eyes were focused on the land before her. Then, the smell of another wolf reached her nose. Shiloh. Her heart began to pound harder against her ribs, and she felt as if the distance between her and her friend was getting longer and longer, even though now she was running at her top speed. And her two legged form didn't help a lot either. As she neared the stables, Shiloh's smell began to make stronger, carrying something else with it. Something that had been stalking the masked woman since the announcement of a war was made. Blood. Her lungs filled with air once more, this time for something else than breathing.
"SHILOH!"
Luna lives "Luna says" Luna thinks "Ghost says"
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