had no idea you played him too! yay mel thread times! 8D
The silence was deafening.
Where normally there should be birds singing from the branches, squirrels squeaking angrily and the soft rustle of the breeze through the leaves - there was nothing. It felt surreal. Was she even alive? Ksenija didn’t know, couldn’t differentiate between reality and the escape her damaged mind had set up for her to hide from the pain, the shame.. and the failure. Failure from what? You don’t know? With a start Ksenijas eyes flew open and she backed up, looking around fearfully. Where had that voice come from? Her heart began beating quicker, and her breathing became laboured. Everything was so strange and alien, it was just upsetting her. Still, the broken female looked around cautiously for anybody else but finding nobody. The russian wolf sank back onto her stomach again, uneasily observing her surroundings. It was too much.
In her confusion, she forgot momentarily that she had called for help and was surprised when a deep, loud howl answered back, sounding urgent. Shaking her head, Ksenija tried in vain to clear her mind. It wasn’t happening, there seemed to be a permanent cloudiness within her mentality. Why was it there? Breathing a loud, exhausted sigh she rested her head in her paws again, waiting for the source of the answering howl to arrive. Time seemed to stretch one, and it felt like days rather than minutes before she could hear crashing in the brush, growing closer. Finally a mottled coat appeared out of the foliage surrounding her and spoke to her, in reassuring tones. The tone was so alien to her, not feeling kindness for months that she almost felt disturbed by it. A shudder rippled through her tall but thin frame and a cold pierced her soul, but it quickly passed.
“ I will never be safe. “ She replied, her words barely more than a whisper being carried away on the autumn breeze. For some reason she shivered again, and her disturbed feelings were written all over her face. Why wouldn’t she be safe? Why did she say that, and know it was the truth? Shoving the invading thoughts out of her mind, she looked at her rescuer suspiciously. He had candy apple green eyes, and kind features. Even so, she was wary of him. Her wounds ached at the sight of him, and she knew for some reason males were bad. Very bad. It was a feeling so strong that it originated from her soul and she had to exercise all of her self control to not bare her teeth at him and snap at potentially invading touches. A wounded animal was the most dangerous, and she felt trapped. Trapped within lost memories. “ Where am I? “ She settled on finally after a long silence.
Her voice was hoarse, as if it had been unused for the better part of a few months. Her words were followed by a deep, racking cough and she tasted copper in her mouth. Shamefully, she spit the foul tasting liquid at her paws and discovered the bright color dominating the liquid was her own, her life essence. Her vision swam and she tried to regain focus, but just ended up swaying back and forth slightly, not being able to focus on the strange males features.
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