http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j347/holdbacktherain/tables/sibyltab.png) bottom center no-repeat; background-color: #33353b;"> The russet wolf took little rest as she fled from the forest of willows. That place was cursed, and if her first visit there hadn't convinced her so, the second surely had. Perhaps she could have saved him. As soon as Elettra had lurched towards the man with her fangs bared, Sibyl had run away. The smell of blood and the unsettling silence that had followed had Sibyl convinced that Kiche had been killed upon the first strike. Someone braver than her might have gone back to check or perhaps even avenge his death, but Sibyl had been thinking only of survival. Blind instinct had reigned, and all she knew was that she had to return home, back to pack, to safety. Yet as she made it nearer and nearer to Cedarwood forest, her wits returned and the void left by panicked fear was replaced by mortified shame. She hadn't seen him die, and guilt burned in her heart for having abandoned him. What if she could have prevented it? She couldn't fight, but perhaps she could have distracted the black wolf, and given Kiche some time to escape. Perhaps she could have even sacrificed her own life to save the man. Whatever he knew about Arlette, he had taken with him to death. Sibyl would never know what he wanted Jaysyek to know about her daughter. But he had asked her one other thing, to let Jaysyek know what had happened to him. Sibyl could at least do that much for him. The varied foliage of the forest gave way to the uniform trunks of the cedars, and Sibyl felt a little bit safer, but so very tired. She allowed herself to finally stop running, though the slow stride of walking allowed her legs to wobble unsteadily with the effort. She had eschewed proper rest on the journey home, neither wanting to dwell anywhere near that place and finding sleep difficult with her troubled thoughts. Sibyl kept hobbling onward as long as she could, as she had made it so far and couldn't give up yet. She had made it some way into the territory proper before her limbs finally gave way, casting her in a heap upon the forest floor with her legs sprawled out. She dropped her head to the ground and let it flop sideways, no longer having the effort to hold it up. Her jaws were parted carelessly with her tongue waggling in a frantic pant, bits of dirt and pine needles quickly sticking to its frothy surface as it lolled against the earth. The forest tilted and whirled strangely and the air around her screeched, before everything went black. |
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