Lost Lake Save me...

As the sun slipped up from behind the ridges, Ioni opened a single yellow eye to witness the scene. No sooner at her twinkly orb opened her stomach growled angrily. She’d so far refused to hunt in the area, she needed to preserve what little energy she had left to make it back to her home in Swift River; it was still quite a trek but the feeling of home, familiarity was pulling her onwards. She remembered the layout of the land like the back of her paw, every tree looked the same, each lake and stream still provided her with water but there was something so different; it was like she was looking at her life through a mirror, it all looked so real but there was something that wasn’t quite right and she just couldn’t place what.

With a quiet sigh, the beauty pulled herself up onto wobbly legs and slowly but surely, made her way closer to the bank to drink, though as she lowered her head gravity decided to yank her downwards. It felt like it happened in slow motion, at first her head span but next she felt her paws leaving the solid ground. Her pretty eyes could only watch as the icy surface of the water drew closer and closer and even as her nose dipped beneath the surface she was still numb to what was happening. She knew deep inside that something wasn’t right, especially as her clear vision became blurry and her eyes began to sting, yet the delusional female had yet to realise she had fallen head first beneath the water.

Time was moving so slowly; it felt like forever until she could feel her entire body was now beneath the water. Instinct told her to run, but her legs didn’t want to cooperate and sluggishly beat at the water to no avail. Something inside her was screaming, it screamed so loud that she tugged her ears flat to try and shut it out but nothing seemed to work- she didn’t realise the screaming was her lungs, crying out for air.

She was going to die... and she couldn’t even work out why.

(This post was last modified: Mar 04, 2012, 12:19 AM by Ioni.)

perhaps time he lived up to his name a little no?

<blockquote>It was the place where he had first met Hawke, and perhaps in some twisted way he was hoping to find her there now, whether to crawl up to her and beg forgiveness or tear her throat out was yet to be determined. A sudden splash kicked his heavy frame into action, perhaps she had decided to try and end her life in water. He couldn't let that happen. One way or the other, he was going to make sure he was a part of her final fate, whether it was as a leader at his side or dead.

The brown leg thrashing above the water clearly wasn't one belonging to Hawke but he couldn't just let the wolf down now could he? The lingering scent sung of female and he couldn't help but launch himself in after her, gasping as the icy water clawed its way through his heavy silver pelt. Holding his breath he forced his head under the water, snapping in the hopes of closing on something, anything that he could use to drag the woman to the surface. Finally his jaws found their mark and judging by the give it was probably the ladies ruff. He would think of something to bring a smirk to his face later, but for now their combined weight was pulling him down as well.

He kicked frantically, tugging on the wolf at the same time. How they had gotten so deep below the surface or so far from the banks he would never understand. Perhaps something with the angle they had entered or the force of their struggles, it was all too much for his fuzzy head. His head broke the surface and with a yank he pulled her head up too, continuing to drag her towards shallower water. <i>Just my luck...</i></blockquote>