09-05-2009, 01:38 AM
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[/html]You can't take me. The hollow throbbing of her head echoed the thoughts dully - a memory of a morning where she had been heading to Inferni, heading to Kaena and a life of happiness they both deserved. The sun had been bright, blinding, beautiful - and they had come. They had followed her. The Dezba tribe - warmongers, beasts larger than even her brother had ever been - had come for her. Awenasa, they claimed, was burnt to the ground and they had to take it's last Meda as sacrifice to their gods. She'd kicked, she'd screamed - but what could she do? She was tiny, she had no real fight in her. But she was clever.
She had been burnt slowly in random places and never enough to bring her death, and that smoldering fur the color of flames was now gone in patches. Her long hair had been ripped out at the temples. Her right arm had been snapped, and around her brilliant emerald green eyes were a series of deep scratches. She'd found one wolf there, their Kestejoo, had taken to her mothering spirit. She'd played the poor omega for a fool, and someday maybe the guilt would get to her. Not now. Maybe not ever. She was just happy to be alive.
The moment that that poor sap had undone the shackles she'd been bound with, she had ran. Broken, bleeding, sobbing half the way, she had dragged her body back to the only place she thought she would be safe. A broken howl was all she could manage - someone would find her, she had faith.