These Times

*Loccian* · 06-14-2013, 08:35 PM

What's Happening...?

Eight, nine, ten... She stopped, brows coming together. She had gone out for a walk, just wanting to get away from Seracia, form the people there. Since being back she was finding it hard to get back in the rhythm, act normal. It was impossible though, Octavian's death had affected her mind. Changing her. The voices making her... do this. Grey orbs ran over the small scars across her legs, cuts created from her own fangs. Punishment, guilt... fear.

With a heavy sigh she pulled away, pushing herself up, paws carrying her further into the lands. She had counted those too many times, knew exactly how many were on her legs, and what each one was for. That's not why she came out here though. She wanted to clear her head.

When she finally stopped the shewolf lifted her head, grey gaze scanning the terrain. Was she lost? Not entirely, Loccian knew she was east of Seracia, just wasn't familiar with these lands. Out of curiousity she moved further in, tail hanging behind her, head held out parallel to the ground. She sniffed the air, taking in the cool scent of the winter lands. She had almost forgotten it was winter, lost in her thoughts a majority of the time.

"normal.
talk.
think.
you"

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