12-17-2008, 02:57 PM
Iskata had been in a bitter mood the past few days, not because of her own choice in demoting herself from the ranks of the pack council but because of the truths that seemed to come with losing one's whole world. She'd paced back and forth in the cottage, barely touching down on her broken hindleg as she could hear Skylar's soft whines of concern for the actions of her grandmother. Instead of settle down to make the child feel better the Whilom had shuffled to the front door and pulled the door open, forcing the young DaVinci lookalike to have to follow her into the wintery air.
The silver and gold woman should have stayed within the confinements of her home, let the stitches heal together her wounds and gain strength but it was almost like she had a death wish, that she didn't want to get better. It was drawing near for Deuce to remove the stitches, her skin having healed as well as it was going to, the brilliant red welts across her pelt telling tales that seemed to raise questions everywhere she went. She knew there was nothing that could have been done for her leg and she didn't even try and care. She still had three that would get her where she could go, though slower and not so steady. The woman gritted her teeth together as she ambled down the red dirt trail towards the borders. She could hear Skylar's soft grumbles but she chose to ignore them. She didn't ask for the guardian and she sure wasn't going to be easy on the child for appointing herself to such a position.
The scarred face and unseeing eyes turned towards the long trek beside the salty ponds that lay at their borders. She could feel Skylar ease along the side where the water's edge fell as she moved into the general routine she'd once known so well. The scent of another pricked at her senses as she growled softly, still awkward about not knowing who or what was near when it was apparent by scent, but not sight. She paused as she raised her head and called out. "Hello..." the winds whistling softly, making her feel as though ghosts were lurking in the darkness that was now her life.
The silver and gold woman should have stayed within the confinements of her home, let the stitches heal together her wounds and gain strength but it was almost like she had a death wish, that she didn't want to get better. It was drawing near for Deuce to remove the stitches, her skin having healed as well as it was going to, the brilliant red welts across her pelt telling tales that seemed to raise questions everywhere she went. She knew there was nothing that could have been done for her leg and she didn't even try and care. She still had three that would get her where she could go, though slower and not so steady. The woman gritted her teeth together as she ambled down the red dirt trail towards the borders. She could hear Skylar's soft grumbles but she chose to ignore them. She didn't ask for the guardian and she sure wasn't going to be easy on the child for appointing herself to such a position.
The scarred face and unseeing eyes turned towards the long trek beside the salty ponds that lay at their borders. She could feel Skylar ease along the side where the water's edge fell as she moved into the general routine she'd once known so well. The scent of another pricked at her senses as she growled softly, still awkward about not knowing who or what was near when it was apparent by scent, but not sight. She paused as she raised her head and called out. "Hello..." the winds whistling softly, making her feel as though ghosts were lurking in the darkness that was now her life.