Post by Silve on Dec 26, 2007 10:26:18 GMT -5
The beautiful and bright sun shoneits light into the bare forest, seeming to mock the weak gait of a wolf so mottled by her own blood that it was extremely difficult to make out color. One eye was covered by dried blood, so with the one with which she could actually see Silve surveyed the lands, and sighed. She was home again. The travel from the river, which should have been swift, had been agonizingly slow. Exhausted, the poor fae lifted her head in a short howl, telling her pack that she was back.
Silve had made a journey to her old home, made a new friend, and on her return trip with her dear Neithan had encountered her brother, whom each thought the other dead. He had torn open the wound on her shoulder. Then a strange varg had attacked her when she had made it to the correct side of the river. dozens of small injuries had collected, along with several large ones.
Deciding that she could go no further, silve collapsed in a heap where she stood, gasping and panting and drawing her own tongue over her what would become the scars of her first real battles. She hoped desperately that one of her pack would come to help her.
Silve had made a journey to her old home, made a new friend, and on her return trip with her dear Neithan had encountered her brother, whom each thought the other dead. He had torn open the wound on her shoulder. Then a strange varg had attacked her when she had made it to the correct side of the river. dozens of small injuries had collected, along with several large ones.
Deciding that she could go no further, silve collapsed in a heap where she stood, gasping and panting and drawing her own tongue over her what would become the scars of her first real battles. She hoped desperately that one of her pack would come to help her.
