Evening twilight, heavy snow
The icy wind had picked up, tearing at the shaggy, greyed fur of the lone wolf, struggling against it. The snow showed no sign of letting up either, falling thickly enough to obscure the view just a few steps ahead. Still he struggled on through the high drifts, moving slowly, more a stagger than a walk. He had no idea how many days he had journeyed, having to pause at every shelter he found, to rest his injured leg. The pain was now bordering on the unbearable, pounding with every beat of his pulse, his shoulder and upper leg swollen and stiff. But he had no patience to let it rest, he needed to get home! Darkness was falling, turning the grey world indigo around him, the large snowflakes blurs of dark motion before his eyes. But he limped on, dragging his leg along like a dead weight, his teeth chattering in the cold; I have to make it, I have to! It couldn’t be far now, he was sure of it, having crossed through the palisade and rounded the last mountain outrunners a while back. His mind was starting to get fuzzy, breaths heaving and labored, but that only made him more determined, he knew he couldn’t afford to stop and rest. What a fool he had been, forcing himself out on this trip before his leg was well enough, while the cold was still raging, not the least sign of spring in the air. But it had seemed so important - it WAS important! - and he didn’t regret it, not really. Finally, he thought he noticed the trees growing lower and denser around him, lofty timbers changing into the stumpy woods at the outskirts of the lowlands. Pushing himself a little harder, he hoppled on, breathing through his nose to try and catch scent of his own border. Is that it? It was hard to tell in the whipping winds and scent-dampening snow. But his vision was starting to go blurry, and his head felt uncomfortably light; It has to be! With no strength left to raise his head, Drestig simply let out the howl straight into the storm, pushing every bit of force he could into the worn voice, hoping it was enough to let it reach her ears. And then the call died into a pained whine, as his legs gave way beneath him and he collapsed into the snow, pain and darkness threatening to swallow him up. Word Count: 413 Thoughts ”Speech” |