ain't no rest for the wicked
Her brother's hopes and dreams had come crashing down. Part of her wasn't surprised- a dark, bitter part of her. She had allowed it to happen, of course. It was a peaceful, uneventful group of wolves who seemed more keen to wander than anything else. That was alright, some people weren't cut out for it. Where had Mith gone, though? She worried, as always, but she knew he would turn up. Like a bad penny, that one. The celestial titan haunted the south, hoping for a glimpse of her brother before she started to wander. It would be easier to know what was going on with him, and be aware of what he was doing, even if she wouldn't be there. The shrine reminded her of home, oddly enough. She came her every now and again, revelling in the familiar strangeness. Today, the sky was nearly black, water-heavy clouds just waiting to spill their rage onto the hungry earth. It would be nice, to watch the wind try and pull the branches from the trees, and the rain try to hammer away the earth to reveal the fires below. She chewed absently at a pale stick she'd picked up in the woods. It was smooth and pale as bone, but had a much nicer give to her. Holding it between her paws, she gnawed fiercely at the tip. The air was charged with electricity, and it made her fur itch. The rumble of thunder went unheard, so far. It would begin soon, and she would find cover eventually. |
