Endure
12-07-2015, 05:54 PM
Fractals of light hummed around her vision, rustling the fog that was weighing her head down as Dagmær tried to figure out how she went from so unbearably hot to so terribly cold. The girl whimpered. Where was she? How did she get here? Emerald eyes blinked a few more times to clear her vision and reveal a tiny den. "Mo--" The word was barely out of her mouth as she started to cough, phelgm slipping from her mouth as she shook her head in disgust. Ewwww…. Dagmær slowly got to her paws, stuffed little nose sniffing for any sign of her mother, siblings or the wolves they'd been traveling with. Her stomach growled. Noooo… she shut her eyes, willing her memory to wind back as she caught snippets of words, the smell of the strange herbs the healer gave her. Something about not making it… something about leaving…. something about her… her, Dagmær, dying? Her eyes snapped open as she sniffed at her paws. Huh… she didn't smell dead and she didn't look dead and she was pretty sure if death had a feeling this wasn't it. Had… had she just been abandoned? No! Stumbling toward the entrance she dove out of the den, scrambling through the snow and crying out for her mother only to be answered by a chilling breeze. Dag sat heavily, eyes wide as her young mind tried to process what exactly she was going to do now. Her mother never left her by herself before, even when hunting her siblings were always there and the old healer often watched them. This just… this couldn't be happening. ----------------------------- Treachery! The mighty warrior Dagger had been abandoned by her companions Bandit and Cloak and the wise woman, She Who Brings Food. On top of that she'd been poisoned by the wise woman's enemy turned ally the Man Who Smells Funny. What dire straights indeed! But there was no mess that the mighty Dagger could not over-come! She would survive the poison that was making her cough and stumble and then she would get revenge on those who betrayed her and fulfill her mission to rescue her father from the evil clutches of Wormguts the Horrible. In her mind she was unstoppable but in reality Dagmær's body begged to differ. She was moving slowly, sluggishly, her jaws parted wide and panting heavily as she flopped down part-way on top of a fallen tree branch. She was so tired… Dagger went as far as she could that night, through toad infested swamps and treacherous landscape. It was getting dark, she'd have to stop for the night. There were still a few hours til sunset but the sky was quickly clouding up as snow began to fall lightly onto her mottled coat. Slowly Dagmær shut her eyes. "Speech" |