Whisper Marsh heart beat

Exit for Cinder. I want to bring her back one day and will have a lovely story to go with it.. but for now. </3 There's no time. Cinder has gone missing, and it can be assumed that her blood and fur can be scented.. but only for a couple of miles before it disappears.

She ran.

Self-preservation was something Cinder had grown up upon ever since Darkwater Rapids had flooded. At best a narcissist, Cinder had never cared before who she had to trample to get her way, and how many hearts she had to break along the way. Now, as her slender limbs propelled her forward, the girl’s heart hammered in her chest and all she could think of was getting them away from Quil.

Away from her family.

She could hear them behind her – practically smell the breath of them as it seemed to cascade around her like smoke. It choked her, and she felt her throat tight and raw. The Marsh was humid, despite the season. Her paws squelched across the wet grass, and it slowed her significantly.

Significantly enough that she felt a sudden shock of pain as jaws clamped upon her tail and tugged harshly. She skidded, a sharp yelp piercing the air as another set of jaws was upon her flank. They consumed her – she could feel her flesh being torn, and the sharp pain that seared her, but she could not truly grasp what was happening.

All she knew was that he had found her – and his comrades would not let her go so easily this time.

She was pushed upward, pulled to her feet as her eyes squeezed shut, a gasp escaping her as pain shot through her. Had they broken something? She could not tell. A silver wolf gripped her ear – such a controlled grip that she knew if she struggled against him, he would tear it off.

Without word – the battered Attaya went with her captors.

The sun, upon setting, would not find Cinder Attaya within Relic Lore. All that was left behind was a trail of blood, that would soon fade.. and become untraceable.

(This post was last modified: Sep 18, 2015, 06:44 PM by Cinder.)

like a black widow, baby

Rachel, I thought Jayse could come upon it as if it's been a few days time so someone can get the news to her family. If any of this seems to mess with things than I'm all for deleting it. It's just a post with a fade out.

Call it a gut feeling, intuition, or just the matter of fact there was little right. Whatever, it may be it was wrecking havoc upon her mind and heart. Once a thought was placed, and worried blossom she had to placate it. Besides the need to sort it out seemed far more important than beating around the hollow like an out dated artifact without much purpose. It was merely following old trails she came upon Cinder's scent. There was nothing abnormal about it straight away. It seemed she had run through the brush if in pursuit if something. Thinking she might have been on a hunt, she picked up a trot to see if the Attaya child had found a herd worth pursing or something else. She hardly had to go far to see the girl's trail lead into the marshy muck. It was then things didn't make sense. The white lady paused, eyes sweeping up one side and down the other of the wetland. There were more trails of flattened grass. Had a herd been through here? Jayse pushed her nose, willing it to work to find out. An array of scents flooded her leathery nostrils, half stinging it by their vast collections. A crinkle of her muzzle, she tried again, trying to pull out just one damn scent. All she really was sure about was the species. Wolves, and those not from this part of the lands.

A gulp, she trudged forward, noticing they all began to melt together into one spot where everything was trampled and smashed if a giant best had rolled around and around. It was not the grass her eyes fell upon, it was not the dark mud that made her heartbeat quicken. Pools of blood, and pieces of ink colored hair were strung around. Thin frame of white began to tremble. "Cinder!" The old queen would bark, "Cinder!" She tried for a third time, but a sob cut in. Why in her heart she knew this trail was a few days old, she wanted to believe the young, dark lady could hear her. She threw herself further into the marsh on a quest for answers. On a rescue.

First, she hoped she would find anything and did not want to waste time going back and getting help. Why thoughts of calling to the pack seemed logical, Jayse had been gone for more than a week and no one had looked for her. Alone she continued. After three days it became apparent the trail was cold, and whoever had taken Cinder knew exactly what they were doing, and had done a thorough job of tying loose ends. Why, perhaps a younger wolf may have done better, she had combed for prevalent signs over and over again in those passing days. At last defeat hit her. The once proud matriarch was struck down by the calculated measures, and the conjured, terrible images of what those creatures had done. What hurt the most was her lack of ability to do more than take this tragic information back to the Hollow. Now, she really did not want to go back. 


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(This post was last modified: Sep 24, 2015, 02:48 AM by Jaysyek.)