Now dull lifeless like sea green eyes stared out at the bright snow covered thickets before her. She stood silently just behind the boarders, her only safe place. The beige she wolf leaned against the tree weakly. Her limbs held a slight shake to them, and her belly grumbled multiple times. The skin on her body clung tightly to her ribs from starvation. Frost had finished with helping out with markers for the morning, but she couldn't fully recall this. She felt so confused as her mind seemed to slip from her grasp...like she was going mental. Along with her way of thinking straight, her soul seemed to leave her. Fallowing closely behind was the light that once filled her -at some point- lovely orbs. She felt so numb emotional wise. So...dead? Yes, dead.
The young woman sighed heavily, a bitter frown on her ordinary black leathery lips. Where had her strong will to live gone? With droopy tired lids she allowed her legs to carefully buckle in turn. Her body plopped into the white powered with ease. Clear flakes sprayed up in response, but she ignored this while laying down her head. Unwillingly she began her short nap that would hopefully give her the energy to travel back to the dens. The cold Winter wind whispered into her ears a sickly tune of sorrow. Yet it seemed to encourage her at the same time, whispering to her three simple words. "Don't give up," Little did she know that she was actually talking to herself.er wind whispered into her ears a sickly tune of sorrow. Yet it seemed to encourage her at the same time, whispering to her three simple words. "Don't give up," Little did she know that she was actually talking to herself.
(This post was last modified: Jan 16, 2014, 03:28 AM by Frost.)
Thanks PuppyThief for the winter skin and avatars!