climbing walls out of resentment

Salvia Eternity · 09-25-2012, 09:31 AM

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The water was not her concern—her pelt would dry and she could not drown in rain. What worried her was the wind and what came with it. Branches and twigs and even stones were hurled through the air as if by unseen hands. She set her jaw and felt the leather thong holding her hair up twist, tug, and be ripped free. A blonde mass of pale hair was whipped mercilessly by the storm, a battered wing of some long-dead bird to be tossed and yanked by the hurricane’s swell.

She heard little over the rain but a voice reached her. Black tipped ears swiveled and her head followed suit. Much to her surprise, it was the tiny little thing (Null, she reminded herself) that Draugr had found and brought into their home. The fact she had even thought to aid, being so new and so untested, spoke of her desire to assimilate. Good, Salvia thought darkly, and motioned to where the downed tree had fallen. “Sheep got out!” She barked back, and using her hand, made motions to show their quickly fading tracks. The upset mud would not have given it away, but there were pieces of wool stuck along nearby tree trunks. In their panic they had huddled and simply fled into the forest.

“Búscalos!” She cried, switching to a tongue that would require less shouting. Then she turned, squared her shoulders, and stalked into the howling trees.

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