Why? Why can she not remember? How had she gotten here in this place, she cannot remember, something was so wrong, but she could not think of what or why. Some was so wrong with that fact. Blood flowed down her face, as her eye burned. Her head hurt and her eye stung. Maybe that was why something was wrong, she was injured, but from what? She could not remember, everything was a haze, nothing was clear, should could not think past the pounding in her head.

The ebony wolf stumbled on, her chest being brushed by the tall grass, her good eye watching as the moon rose. Nothing was right, she could just feel it, why was she alone, she felt that was a strange facet, but just could not place why. Did she have a family? If she did why was she out in the field alone? Why did her head pound and why was she injured? Pain hazed her sight as it blurred slightly, she was hungry and thirsty but she did not stop moving. Why? She did not know, all she knew was that her mind screamed for her to move, to never stop moving, not until her heart gives out and her lungs cannot inflate any longer. BUT WHY!? Why did she, a warrior in her own right, be scared for no reason, and why did her mind become more hazy as she thought on that matter more.

Who was she? That one question blared in her mind that further she stumbled into the field, her mind not able to grasp an answer longer than a second.

Time passed as she moved, and the more heavy and wobbly her mind got. Her blood covering the grass as she passed, but she did not stop, she could not. Even with her head hazy she knew one thing, she had to get away; as far and as fast as she could. But still she could not remember why, could not fathom her mindset, could not think of how she lot everything, a family she could not remember and her memories them selves.

When the moon has risen to the height of the sky, the girl knew she was gone, he world was over. She collapsed, pain and confusion exhausted her mind, and exhaustion taking away her will. She was done, she knew, whatever was causing her to run was going to catch her and finish was it had started, what, she did not know...

The southern lands were mild, even on nights that should have been chilly during the beginning of spring. Fakira was wandering beneath the stars, not a tree in sight and the ocean in the horizon. It was all pretty damn peaceful until the scent of blood hit his nose. Fakira would pause, hesitant to seek the scent out. What if it lead him to trouble opposed to him helping anyone out? Yet he would give into his curiosity and his innermost urge to be decent and possibly help.

Following the scent that fluttered over the grassy plains would lead him to a charcoal damsel, one who seemed to have been through something serious, as she looked pretty exhausted and was bleeding from the eye. Fakira would cautiously approach her, not really sure how to catch her attention without spooking her or pissing her off or something. "Umm, miss?" He would speak - a little off to the side from where she was stumbling along. Could he help her? Would his shoulder and a promise of aide be enough? "Hey, is everything alright?" Making out details beneath the moonlight was a bit hard from where he was and how dark her fur was - but she didn't look too much bigger, or older than he was.

Hopefully she would stop, and meet him halfway as he tried to close the distance between them. If she sprinted away he'd feel terrible, and her night would just get that much harder... but what had made it so difficult in the first place?

She was just about to close her eyes when a foreign scent hit her nose, panic filled her mind as she sprang to her paws. She looked about her, her one good eye searching the darkness for the source of the smell. She did not have to search for long. For a golden backed brute cautiously moved toward her. He seemed to have a part curious part worried expression on his maw.

The girl backed up as he asked her a question. Her ears flattening as she tried to get a better look at the male. She breathed deeply, taking in his scent, was he the one after her? Was that why he was here? Did he want to kill her? Why can she not remember!? For all she knew he was the one who injured her and she was letting him sneak up on her.

With that thought she renewed her will to live and straitened, her good eye sharpening on him. She raised her ears and tail and moved her body into a battle stance, if he was here to kill her, he will have to work for it, but than again she was not sure, she just could not remember, and would hate to hurt him if he meant her no harm, she just was not sure. Why can she not remember!?

"Stay back." Her voice came out harsh, almost like she was screaming for hours. "I do not want to hurt you, but I will."

Everything was a haze, her head hurt and she was tired, all she wanted was to lay down and sleep, but no, no matter what shape she was in she was going to fight, whether it was going to be against this male or any other forgotten enemy. "Who are you? Are you the one to hurt me?"

Again she was not sure, she just could not remember. He did not look like a malicious male, in fact he looked like an honest guy, mischievous eyes yes, but not evil. He was also around the same age as her which led her to believe that no matter how hard and well he fought he would not fill her with as much fear as she felt toward her unknown attacker... She just was not sure, and really it was better to be safe than sorry... she just wished she remembered who she was and how she had gotten in this situation.