And about that last IC comment - I just had to xD
Backdated to 2/5 2014 (for timeline accuracy)
- Feel it in My Bones, Post Prompt
And it might not be here Where I feel safe The sun was shining, but without warmth. It's pale rays fought only weakly against the clear snows, their power still drained by winters wrath. In the depths of Hollowheart Keep it didn't matter much though, even without their leafs, the large trees blocked out most of the light from above, their heavy trunks branching of into smaller and smaller twigs, which tangled overhead. Below them however, snow had still managed to find the ground, covering the undergrowth and obscuring the land, making bush and rock impossible to tell apart. These circumstances didn't affect the duties of a pack-wolf however, there were still borders to protect and food to be gathered - though any sightings of prey were few and far between - and The Keep had rich need of its every asset. So amongst the dark, frost-tingling trees moved a shadow, smaller and more nimble than the towering giants, and a bit lighter in color. The thin wolfess was searching the territory for any signs of strange activity, be it by pray or foe, slowly making her way from the den site, at the center of the land, towards the borders. Her movements were smooth, but slow, carful. She didn't want to waist her energy by travelling quickly, in case she needed it for a hunt opportunity - and energy was already something she did not have an abundance of. Truth be told, Evann was tired. Her body was still dangerously thin, starved from her long journey through the icy storms of early winter, and though her muscles were well kept, the lag of food had drained their strength as well. Even since she'd been accepted into Hollowheart Keep, she hadn't had more than scraps, and she still felt lightheaded from time to time; It's how it works... She would never get to regain her strength on what little she could wrest, stuck at the bottom of the hierarchy as she was. It was the way of the pack, nothing unusual about that; she was the last to join, and so the lowest in the flock. Her rational, dutiful mind had no problem accepting this. Still, she was starving, in desperate need of food to rebuild her lost body mass, and as the nether of the many hungry wolves, she would never get enough; not as long as there was lack. The lowest would always be the last to eat, the last to get; And the first to die... In a small part of the woman's brain, a voice chastised her for thinking so selfishly, she should not be so egotistical - there were pups to think about, and others much more deserving than she! But her hunger drove the morals away, beating down the principles she'd been raised to believe in; So what if I'm selfish?! I already acted selfishly, abandoning my family, why should I stop now?! They where childish thoughts, and she knew it, but she had no strength to fight them off. The bistre girl had gotten so wrapped up in her head, empty brown eyes gliding unconsciously over the forest around her, that she didn't even notice the slope before it was too late. Her leg stretched forwards, expecting to find snow, but instead her paw caught nothing but air. A yelp escaped the lass when she tumbled forwards, claws grappling helplessly at the icy hillside, and her whole body went over, air being forced out of her lunges when her flank struck the ice. It didn't stop there though, the snow and ice was dangerously slippery, and the force of her fall sent the poor she-wolf raising down the slope at high speed; along with a flurry of snow, she schussed down the hill, back first, unable to break her fall. Luckily the slope wasn't long, and she soon came to a stop, body scraping into the snow. She lay still for a moment, regaining her breath, then a low-pitched oath rolled over her lips; " Damn this! " With a groan, the, now mostly snow covered, dame rolled over, slowly scrambling to her feed, head spinning from the tumble; Fuck my life! Word count: 687 "Speech." Thought |