Flirting With Death

Lyris Stryder · 09-20-2012, 09:54 PM

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She was, in fact, flirting with death. It had started with the grizzly bear. She had been this close to being ripped to shreds. Instead it did the ladder to her family, leaving her alone and wounded. She should've died. Attacked by another, stronger wolf, or simply unable to sustain herself. But she hadn't- her heart still beat. Then came the hungry Luperci, whom ripped open her shoulder and exposed her to possible infection. She had been stupid in the first place to try and retaliate to the loner, and even more so to fight back when the battle was already lost. Who did she think she was?

Lyris Stryder. That's who she was. Lyris Stryder- the orphaned, the wounded, the homeless. Although, that last fact wasn't true- not any longer. She had found herself a home. Sangi'lak.

Two dark pools of evergreen, slicing through the thick, moist dark- peering into the clearing beyond. This was to be her home? First a paw- small and petite, white as freshly fallen snow. A pause, and then came a head. Sleek and narrow-muzzled, with sharp, chiseled features and high cheekbones. Slanting evergreen eyes- the first of the female we had seen- churned endlessly in the silvery wash of moonlight. Painted atop those cheekbones was a uniform row of elephant-gray specks, escalating in size from the inner corner of her eyes to the outer. And lastly, a feature that marred all of the others. A long pink scar began at the right side of her face, underneath the jaw, before it curved up, then twisting in a lightning-bolt figure. At last, it ended in a sharp point above the right eye. She would have been beautiful if not for that scar. The fact that it was rimmed in dried blood and leaking discharge did not help that. A second wound blossomed from her left shoulder, still ever so slightly leaking blood into the powder-white fur. Clearly, the female had been through a lot. But she was confident all of her suffering would end here.

Now a young female canine stood fully in the half-light, dirtied fur shimmering despite the layer of grime. Slender neck was craned and eyes warily darted left to right. Lyris was confused- what now? Go find a quiet corner to nap in? Immediately begin her new duties? She needed guidance and help. Badly.

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